Just a little poetry for me to complain about life or some kind of revelation bullshits.

a poetry book about fictional love, real love, and acceptance. trigger warning.

I started climbing lessons are not 23 years old but didn't really take to my instructor or cold so very well at first until I met him in person I didn't personally. Then we started going out for coffee after our climbing lessons and we will talk about different climbing techniques and stuff. Sooner relationship became deeper and deeper and one time when I was climbing he, at 40 kissed me softly and sweetly.  It was my first case since high school and I was an older gentleman his name was Paul he was very good looking very intelligent we had deep conversations about life and poetry we both love poetry and we will talk about that for hours in my room soon he asked me if he could make love to me after one of my lessons. I had to sneak them in my house because he was not allowed in the house because of my parents I was still adult another time and had to put up with my parents rules and that meant no boyfriends after the screwup in high school. And I told him that I would have to sneak him in to my room. You want to discuss poetry and life. He promised me everything he promised to give me a nice deep kiss  on the summer mount Everest as I meet my goal.  Every time we talked about poetry after a lesson of climbing we would end up making love I was always on top of him climbing on top of him riding him dearly and sweetly as if he was fragile but I knew he was in fragile but I just wanted to slow sensual feel of his flesh inside me. As we discussed the topic of the sixth Dalai Lama our lovemaking became more passionate and he actually climbed on top me and got between my legs and gently and slowly thrust his harness and his lines into me I took him by the year and I kissed him on the mouth and I said I want to whisper in your mouth and kiss you as you thrust into me. I always wanted to be in love and this is my first time that I was in love since high school. The lovemaking was sweet I was able to enjoy every minute of it and every touch. One thing I didn't know about my Climbing instructor was that he was a Reiki master and he would always kiss where my chakras were Stopping at the root chakra which would be my womanhood I had to keep quiet because my parents are asleep or watching TV and they had sharpie hearing. But I wanted to moan so lovingly and want to kiss him and scream with pleasure. As we made love we always talked about poetry and we always kissed but I was in between cases that we were talking about the 6th Dalai Lama and his poetry.  I wanted to read the six Dalai Lama's box so badly that I asked him if he had them and he said he did and he was going to give them to me as a special present after the next climbing lesson. Just the thought of reading those books made me so hot and bothered that I made love to him again Paul I mean.

Kristina first falls in love at age 25 with her Everest climbing coach over deep discussion and poetry by the 6th Dalai Lama, but this romance won't last as when she is in Kathmandu, Nepal, she is taken by a junior lama Dorje, a buddhist monk.  They fold in love but what if the monk Changes his mind.


As usual today I  started reading gossip about my parents, now again my mom is on the negative side. Well, this time I even can't refute, my mother actually didn't know about my dad's talent. Everyone in Europe knows that my dad writes poetry and it used to be published in the editorial column before these blogs and tweeters came into the picture. I clicked the link of extended scenes, my parents were sitting in the garden area near the fountain. 
My dad pouted and in a fake sad voice he said, "What type of wife you are, how can you don't know I write poetry?" 
Sukhwinder shrugged her shoulders and replied, "I don't remember because I never read it." 
August's jaw dropped  in surprise, "I used to write  poetry in front of you, and my diary was always on the bed."
Sukhwinder, "I am a good girl, I didn't want to ruin my mood and yours after reading all your private thoughts. Don't know how many bad things you must have written about me. I don't want to embarrass myself. Oh, I forgot that poet's name who has written bad things about his wife in his poetry which made him successful. "
August couldn't control his laugh, "I think you should ask Sophie or Anjali about my poetic skill and my theme of poetry." Then he closed his eyes to take a nap on the garden bench.
The video was over and in the upcoming episode  Diljit will disclose the mystery behind why he learned Mandarin.
The next episode was aired in the evening. The scene started with Ricky asking Diljit why he learned mandarin. Diljit with a sad face started his narration, " There was a girl in my college she was very pretty. I fell in love, many people called her Chinese, so I learned Chinese to impress her. I went well prepared to say my love confession. But the twist of the story is that the girl was not Chinese but was from Mizoram which is a state in North East India. The girl thought I was making fun of her looks, she was so angry that I got a slap on my cheek, and also she called me racist. After that, I took my Indian Map seriously."Everyone couldn't control their laughter, but seeing his serious face everyone's laughter grew louder and louder.
Even me and Erin couldn't control our laughter, really today's episode was hilarious, not only this even my mom also made everyone laugh. The thing happens this way as per my dad's saying. My mom asked Sophie and Anjali about the poetry my father has written. Both of them told my mom that his poetry was available in Newspapers and Anjali told the most interesting fact that Sophie also didn't know. Anjali told them that August had written his first poetry when he was 19 and it was romantic poetry about how a girl was drying her wet hair and was wearing a very short transparent white dress .while he was staring her from the door. Anjali was praising the poetry when Sukhwinder said, "I feel it is creepy that someone was sneaking in a girl's room"
Sophie Miller first time agreed with her and even Keiko felt that it is creepy but during that time it was considered romantic if the hero is doing something creepy, people romanticize and if the villain is doing the same thing then it will be considered as a sin. Listening to this Anjali felt a little embarrassed. But this was not the end, my mom straight went to my dad and confronted him.
And Sukhwinder said in a very stern and disappointed way, "August how would you do this."
August with a confused expression looked at her while Sukhwinder continued  "I never thought that you used to peek on girls in their bedroom."
August lifted his hand up to his chest while his palm was facing Sukhwinder, gesturing for her to stop. "Hold on a second, tell me the whole story from the beginning",  asked August.

Synopsis
“An International reality show where two exes accidentally arrived having their own motives.
One had come for fame and others because of a bet, will they be able to achieve their goals or past emotions will ignite.
Will they overcome their emotions or start a new relationship? 
Let’s follow their journey in the game show where will you be able to see reel and real  romance”
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71. Later, you will meet me prostrating in the third of the night. While the others are sleeping, but I pray. Just asking that I be able to make you happy from the previous days. Until I made God and His angels as the only witnesses of the love I have for you until this moment. Until the angels are willing to say aameen to him. Until God smiled, then blessed him. (1394th poem, 09 May 2017)
72. Cheer up dear, live today with the most beautiful smile you have. Don't worry about the ugly dust, I have removed them. Don't worry about the sharp gravel blocking the road, they have been fixed by me. (1404th poem, May 10 2017)
73. Do you see, God? Her smile was so beautiful, it was full of charm. (1378th Poem, May 08 2017)
74. Now, nothing else is mine that is completely mine. Nothing is more complete than all of mine. Now, mine is yours. My world, my poetry, the sky and even the sky of my heart, has been filled with everything about you. (1398th poem, May 10 2017)
75. And I have embedded my poetry on your body. May you be not only a place for all my poetry to rest on, but a place for me to live and settle down. Hopefully, your harbor is a place for me to always return to. (1424th poem, May 10 2017)
76. I love you through the verse of poetry. Simple, if my poetry stops writing, then at that moment you will know that I have stopped loving you. (1410th poem, May 10 2017)
77. Sometimes when you sing, I ask questions, come back guessing. Who is the lucky boy who managed to penetrate the cavity in your chest? (1382th poem, 09 May 2017)
78. I don't greet you directly, it doesn't mean I don't care about you. All my attention has been devoted to prayer and poetry. Where my little writing is always implied the deepest meaning of affection and sincerity. (1269th poem, 27 April 2017)
79. And if the river of letters that I write always leads to a sea of ​​poetry that has definitely bonded with you, then what should I do to stem it? While you also know that no matter how far the river flows, no matter how fast the river ripples, it still passes away to the crashing waves in the middle of the sea. (1330th Poem, May 04 2017)
80. I write poetry here not only to amaze you, but as a way to make you smile. At the end of the twilight, I have come to help solve your problem. So that when the night picks up and the twinkling of the stars begins to appear, you can fall asleep along with all the beautiful dreams and stories. (The 1134th poem, 16 April 2017)

My poems were the first I wrote. Track record of how I became a writer. About love, sincerity, ignorance of what people say; the most important thing is my world is calm. Starting from the meeting stage, loving secretly, until the stage of letting go, now (me and my feelings) are immortal in poetry. || Temporary hiatus, currently composing poetry into a story.

"Give back the paper, not the one that was entered in the competition." Said Dewa
 "Alright, this is good," replied Ningsih
 "Don't be (with a frown)"
 "Alright, this is it?"

 Until Dewa gave up persuading Ningsih.

 "(God said with a melas face), OK"
 "So that's it, love you with Dewa."

 And they both walked to the office and when they got to the office they immediately gave nasakh of Dewa's poetry to the committee.

 "(Handing out a poetry manuscript, Ningsih said) This is a poetry script from our class."
 "(While receiving their script, Mrs. Neli also said), we accept this script."
 "Thanks ma'am" they said in unison.

 After giving the God script they headed straight to the class.  Arriving in class, they talked.

 "Ah, you mah, right because of you I was scolded by that IPA girl" complained Dewa to Ningsih.
 "Well, sorry Wa" said Ningsih
 "Even though yes, I wanted to send a love poem, only I already gave that one, okay?" With a sad face
 "Huh ?, love poetry for whom?" Asked Ningsih in surprise.
 "For you, hahaha, oh yeah, ask for your WA number please"
 "What for?"
 "Yes, just make friends to chat"

 Not thinking long, Ningsih immediately gave her WA number to Dewa.  And after school and when he arrived at Dewa's house, he immediately chatted Ningsih.

 "Hmm, this is Dewa" Said Dewa in chat Wa
 "Yes Wa, what's wrong?" Asked Ningsih to Dewa
 "Nothing, save my number," Dewa ordered to Ningsih.

 Two days later the class meeting began.  And the first race on the first morning is futsal.  However, the gods who were the reserve players didn't care.

 He immediately looked for a quiet place in the classroom just to read the novel "I" while his friends supported another friend who was playing futsal.

 After the futsal match, Ningsih went to class and found Dewa there reading the novel "I".  Then Ningsih went to Dewa.

 "Wa, how come you don't support our class anyway?" Asked Ningsih to Dewa
 "No, because I'm reading a novel," answered Dewa
 "The novel continues"
 "Hehehe, because this novel is good"
 "How about it, I want to see (While getting closer to the body of the god and poking the belly of the god)."
 "What are you?"
 "No, look at Wa, I also want to read"
 "This (While bringing the book closer to Ningsih)"

 They both read novels together.  When they are enjoying reading the novel, they are unknowingly watched by one of their friends, Deri.

 Who was watching them from the classroom window.  Not long after, Deri entered the classroom.  However, before that Deri called the other classmates first.

 "Ciee, ciee (Compact with other classmates)
 "What are you doing?"  Asked Deri
 "Why aren't you dating?"  Asked Ilham
 "Nothing," answered Dewa
 "Alah, lie, could it be that you guys want to do something perverted?" Asked Arif
 "Are you crazy, Rif?  (Asked Ningsih), yes, we want to do pervert, after all, where does Dewa want to be with me?  (Make no mistake) "
 "Hahaha, ciee Ningsih, ciee, apparently you secretly like Dewa, huh?"
 "No, just kidding"
 "Alah, lie (said Dita teasingly)"
 "You really like me, do you?" Asked Dewa
 "Nope. (While leaving God with an embarrassed face)"

 After a while the bell arrived home from school.  And after the evening prayer, the gods chanted Ningsih.  Because Dewa also thought about Ningsih's words that had been ignored at school earlier.

 "Assalamualaikum, Ningsih" greetings Dewa
 "Waalaikum greetings, Wa (Ningsih replied), what's wrong?" Asked Ningsih.
 "Sih, do you really love me?" Asked Dewa
 "Hmmm, what do you do, Wa? Actually, yes, it's just that I've been going out with seniors, Wa (Ningsih lied just to test how much God loves her)"
 "Well ... then why did you even say that you like me? I brought feelings, you know."
 "Hmm, really, really, Wa?"
 "Yes, because I really love you"
 "Seriously, Wa?"
 "Yes, Hmm"
 "Actually, Wa, I don't have a boyfriend, I just lied to you just to test how much you love you"
 "Hemmm"
 "If, you really love me, after the announcement of the winner of the poetry competition, tomorrow you shoot me directly in class"
 "Hmm, really ?, but is it accepted or not?  (Ask Dewa to confirm seriousness, Ningsih) "
 "Yes, God, dear"
 "Okay, tomorrow I will shoot you directly"

 The next day when the announcement of the poetry contest in front of everyone.  Dewa approached Ningsih who was alone with Dita.

 Not long after that, Dewa's name was called out as the first winner in the poetry creation competition.  Dewa went to the stage to stand in front of everyone.

 However, Indri already stands there as the 2nd winner and Indri looks at Dewa with an annoyed face, but they don't talk to each other.

 After the distribution of the gifts, Dewa approached Ningsih just to express her feelings in front of everyone.

 "Sih" Said Dewa to Ningsih
 "What, Wa?" Asked Ningsih.

 Dewa immediately revealed his heart to Ningsih through a poem that was read in front of everyone.

 "I am a writer and you are a rising sun that drives away the cold morning dew.
 I am a writer and you are a dove in a cage.
 You are alone and contemplating the fate of those who eat the carcasses.

 I am a writer and you are a flower that spreads the flowers to make them look beautiful.
 In this garden life is a story to tell and time is as short as a short story.

 However, I am a writer and you are a waterfall that falls from the hills you wet my body with love.  But I don't understand longing, you turn into a bright sky and I am a writer who doesn't understand pictures.

 Life is a gamble that has to sacrifice something for something.
 But, I am a writer and you are a book, I spill the words for me to stick in you so that you will become verses of poetry. "

 And because of Dewa's poetry, everyone except the teachers looked at Dewa and Ningsih.

 "(In low voices the students said) accept, accept, accept" said the students, clapping their hands.
 "(With an embarrassed blush, Ningsih replied), hmm, yes, I want to be your girlfriend"

 After that incident, Dewa and Ningsih were dating and were often together at rest time and often joked during study hours.

 Until they both often get punished.  However, their relationship didn't last long because when they exchanged HP.  She gets a man who claims to be her senior and also claims to be Ningsih's girlfriend.

 Because of that they both broke up.  Then he composed a poem to reveal the incident and gave it to Ningsih through the paper he wrote.

 "Resurrection
 I made it rain
 Fall lost in the forest
 Incarnate early morning dew
 Didn't say anything.
 Turns into an empty hallway
 Silence without a sound.
 And does love always leave scars?
 Memories are only shadows
 Face is just a memory
 A grin is just a clap of hands
 I left in the story.
 Because the horizon and horizon always promise light after dark comes.

 Because of the incident, they both became enemies.  Doni and Jepri are aware of the incident because they are in Indri's class, namely biologic 2.

 So, Doni and Jepri invite Dewa to the class.  Until Dewa too often played to their class, not only to meet them but also to see Indri.  Until he asked for Indri wa number.

Synopsis

 Love fortitude

 Dewa and Indri are students at a high school in South Lampung. When Indri first met Dewa, Dewa was very ignorant, and spoke a little that was the character of Dewa.

 When in 11th grade high school and one night Indri was robbed and Dewa helped him but Dewa lost and he was seriously injured and rushed to the hospital.

 When they had graduated from school they separated. How is the continuation of their story? Because this is my first novel, please keep updating it, please like and follow, so I will be more enthusiastic about writing it.


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"Tell me your experiences and let's see what fate holds for you and them."

     She stood from that end of the cave and came to sit close to him. The walls of the cave were no longer cold and emotionless, they were then warm and have got life seeped in them. 

Vulcan could savor the life therein and was going to complement the fairy's words:

      "That which I'd love to tell or which I wish to forget?"

       The fairy had changed back into the beautiful lady she used to be. He did love her in that form, and not in some forms which was lack-sanity and kill-emotions. Some deep dipshit.

 He was sure that he knew what she was thinking about. 

      "The one you wish to tell because you won't forget, and the ones you won't tell and wish to forget."

       He smiled. He had no idea what did intrigue her to wield words in such manner. Twas something which ought not to intrigue. 

He seemed to be addicted to words and only push motions that would complement the addiction. To him, it did seem as though all the spiritual figures he had been seeing had been playing around words. 

And so was the fairy. Probably twas a ritual in the spirit land. 

       "I write poems. I am poet."

      "What are poems?"

      He turned to her. He wanted to convince himself that he wouldn't have to explain every word he did mention to her, else he would quit speaking. How would he explain all the words?

     "Poems are offshoots of poetry."

       "Answers that give questions are better steered cleared of."

       She decided to pick a stone which was lying by her feet. He had no idea what she was going to do with it, but he did know that she obviously understood his stance in the argument. 

       "Poetry is a beautiful maiden with grits and glory. It's draped in such fame that only few take note of it. Few dotes, even devoutly dotes on it."

       She aimed the stone at the wall of the cave as the stone fought its way through the wall of the cave and poured out a cup of water from the hard wall. 

In a jiffy, she was already there and had her mouth to the dribbles of water from the wall. He looked amazed and knew know what to do. 

       "Many mercies for the stray."

       She was already by his side again. She nodded him to the continuation of the explanation. Then at once, she did seem to have something to say:

        "If thou dote on poetry, even devoutly dote on it, why then do you have a wife?"

      He smiled. He wasn't so shocked with the question. He knew already that he was chatting with a fairy, hence, the distinction of thoughts. 

He tried to sort a soothing answer. That was all that he did need. He did seem to find one:

      "To me, formerly, idolatry is not much of a deal. Man must do whatever he does like without a pause. Man must have ways with what he did want to do. Therefore, I dote on poetry and poetry only."

     She was no longer at his left side anymore, she was rather at the right.

 He didn't know when she did change her position. Of course that should be owed to disappearing. 

      "I do not esteem idolatry. That was why I sent the eldest of the tigers who was very experience to mar the breath of Myclops. I won't be a toss of idolatry. If you will dote on poetry, devoutly do so. If thou would dote on me, devoutly do so. Do not be tossed about like the wanky winds blown hither and tither."

      She wore a felon frown. He was trying to understand if she did love him or was just playing around the words. 

He understood what she was saying and wasn't ready to maintain an argument. He would never quit writing, neither would he quit having sex with her.

 She did want him to choose, how was he supposed to do that. She was merely selfish. She shouldn't be so.

 Why would she think that she would be the only one to have her? He wouldn't make his face tell the tales of the throbbing thoughts. 

       "Then I wrote about poetry of fear and death, of pain and rage, of sea and terrors, of venom and wiles, of destruction and annihilation, of disaster and earthquakes, of duels and of war, of Poseidon and of several gods, of Nymphs and Mermaids, of Centaurs and Imps, of Satyrs and Faggots, and then of the one who lived above the apt azure and the body of misty silhouettes."

       He paused to sweep his thoughts into a whole. He wanted to arrange them and figure out where to start from. But she snapped at the chance:

       "Do you devoutly dote on me or on idolatry?"

       He continued. 

        "Then was I  caught in the claws of merry, a day when Cupid met with Dionysus on the wings of the worn winds about the affairs of the earthens. 

A joy was birthed at their meeting and so, a light was pointed, whose ray lit the gloom of all the villagers. I, a culprit as well to the cave of Myclops went, to celebrate his installment and figure out what he would be basked in. 

Not to be acquainted with the gods or something, but to know the places all were placed and confined even if they were not visible.


        Then did I fight my freedom from the claws of merry and leapt at booze. Generous booze held me worthier of all those who leapt at him and smothered my wits, chopped my sanity into confetti.

Then was my vision boozed then bruised. That I, the maiden of Anthony called, the three Nymphs of the gaunt grotto. 

And the cave of Myclops to me was a body of a rude sea. And sea in my eyes, went down I to swim and swim my way out of this world.

 And so did I! Swam my way out and was transported by generous waves to what was called my fantasy."

      He paused. He felt his throat was drying up. He needed something to damp it with. 

He looked by the right, the fairy was no longer there, she was already before him. She did speak up again:

      "Do you devoutly dote on Poetry and me as well?"

      He wanted to run through the course of his experience:

      "Then saw I a lawn of sea which contradicts that which on the earth is. It's like a glass and callous crystal. When I wondered for naught what it was, I wandered. Before I wandered, I saw the lips of the sea spoke (for it has no waves), though I did not hear. Fear made mess of my grit and was I quaking, anticipating my death. But felon fate whose wits had been plagued by lust tossed an eerie form. A dolphin note did the lips of the sea croon and I was pissed. Then I wandered. 

        To eat only, for hunger would always find a room for itself everywhere. Both in reality and fantasy. The place was a spell of time for strange sight never bore out the sight.

 Then saw I a fruit, ate and ate my want to fill. A fruit only there equates twelve square meals here on earth. Saw I a spring and would go there to fetch water for remonstrating throat. 

But then, after my heart, weary of several calls lured the lips to a song, heard I a shout from the sea. Like a crazed panther, toppled I through the path till there I was borne.

       And I stood before fear and awe. Oh no! Get it not wrongly. Stood I before one who sent fear through my spines and the other who seeped awe in my reins.

 Hence, the odds. Poseidon, even odd Poseidon, was before me with his serpent. A clown firstly I mistook him for and yet doubt his authencity, for he's wavery and knavish.

 Dragged me he on the Leviathan and drove away in a haste to my fantasy where he did tell me that I would act everything I had written back on earth. 

But few foils were made too. For I made love with several Nymphs in my fantasy, and I'm sure that I didn't write about that. 

Why would I? My daughters read my poems. What treachery to virginity would the imagination of sexual conference be."

     He was done talking. He knew that. He didn't know if the fairy would still be interested. He wasn't even sure. The fairy stood up immediately and spat rage into his face. 

      "How inconstant and lack-propriety you are. To leap from several maidens to me. From Poetry to the Nymphs and now to me. Be gone now and let us cross paths no more. If you won't be gone, for love I'll give you my home, but for honour of fair love I'll be gone."

     The fairy vanished. He had no idea what to think. He already knew. Everything happened o
too quickly. He couldn't be sure if the fairy would return to him anymore. He stood up.

"What would you like to be? A toad, serpent, bench, signet, papyrus, pot of Cauldron? Say."

 What kinda crazy list was she making? How crazy she was. She couldn't even make any soothing and pleasurable form. He would take those as a message from a cherub in hell. 

 "A necklace!"

 "So be it."

 She touch his erection (the closest thing to her) and he turned immediately into a necklace. A necklace with a green blob. 

She wore it around her neck and slid it into the path between the two enormous boobs.

 That was all Vulcan had ever wanted. That moment should never pass away...

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Vulcan was a horror poet when he was alive. On the day when Myclops, the village priest was to dedicate the cave to Medusa, Vulcan got drunk. And in his subconsciousness, he was caught up into his fantasy. There he was met by Poseidon, the god of the sea, before a sea of glass. He was welcomed into his fantasy. There he was to act all the things he had written in his poems. 

 It aint as easy as whichever way you are looking at it. Remember he was a horror poet. Enjoy his fantasy with him. How he met Medusa, several nymphs and fairies and discovered the secret of the wierd priest.

 He would fight Poseidon, Leviathan and maybe God too, because he wrote all those in his poems.

 * * *

 DISCLAIMER

 TO ALL THE READERS. ESPECIALLY TO THOSE WHO THINK THEY KNOW ALL. {APOLOGY IF THAT WAS RUDE}

 FROM CHAPTER 2 - 50 PERHAPS, THE USE OF WORDS IS QUITE REMOTE AND COULD BE A LITTLE BIT ANNOYING SINCE THE WRITER MADE AN EXCESSIVE USAGE OF "THE THIRD PERSON OMNISCIENT NARRATIVE TECHNIQUE". THAT IS, THE WRITER EXCESSIVELY PLAYED ON THE THOUGHTS OF THE CHARACTERS BY REPEATING AND REPEATING AND REPEATING WHICH COULD PRETTILY BE ANNOYING. 

 THEREFORE, TO SAVE YOURSELF OF THE STRESS, YOU CAN SIMPLY START READING THE BOOK FROM CHAPTER 60 OR SO. DO NOT BE BOTHERED. YOU WON'T MISS OUT ON MUCH. IT'S A BOOK OF STAGES OF FANTASY. PLUS THE BOOK WILL EXTEND TO 1K CHAPTERS. 

 SO, NO READER SHOULD GO TO THE REVIEW SECTION AND START COMPLAINING ABOUT REPETITION OF THOUGHTS OF THE CHARACTERS BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN DISCUSSED HERE. DO NOT DIMINISH THE REPUTATION OF THIS BOOK. READING IS BY CHOICE. 

 PLUS, THE WRITER MIGHT FIND TIME TO EDIT THE MENTIONED CHAPTERS AND HELP THE READERS TO UNDERSTAND WHAT HE WAS TRYING TO DO WITH THE EXCESSIVE PLAY ON WORDS. 

 WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF AN ANCESTOR.

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"So, what genres do you enjoy reading the most?" He asked, while looking around the library, he seemed to be looking for something specific. "I-I know n-not many p-people do. B-but I l-love poetry." Malachi looked at me, his beautiful brown eyes glowing with excitement. "Are you serious?" He asked, I could hear the excitement in his voice. He led me through the library, seeming as though he was being timed. "Here we are. I have a secret to tell you." He said softly, as he leaned in to whisper in my ear. I could hear the calming sound of his breathing. "I absolutely love poetry as well." He whispered. As he stood up straight he smiled. "So, we can be weird together." I was so happy to know that we were very much the same. "So, who is your favorite poet?" He asked, while looking through the books in the poetry section. "I-I would have t-to say Araya Vanburen." I answered, looking to see if they had one of her pieces in the library. "Hmm, I thought I had heard of everybody. Do you see any of her pieces here? I would love to hear some of her poetry." I looked and looked. I was just about to give up when I saw it "Poems by Araya Vanburen." H-here it is" I said, as I slid the book gently out of its space. "What's your favorite piece she has written?"  He asked, as I looked through the book trying to find the piece I so adored. "M-my favorite piece would be 'Why Do They Cry?" I said, as I searched through the book, looking for the piece I had named. "They were made to see joy and happiness, yet all they see is pain and sorrow. They were made to see the beauty and love in God's creation, yet all they see is a dark and fallen world." I read, lost in the sad and hopeless feelings this piece shown. You could almost hear the feeling of sadness and desperation in the author's voice. I had felt many of these feelings, I had felt a lot of this pain. But I had read this poem, and I knew that even though it seemed dark, sad and hopeless, hope was about to be declared. I continued reading softly and slowly. "But one day, they will see love and beauty like never before. They will see the glory and honor come to the one who created them. When will they see all this? You may ask, and the answer is, when they are opened." with a sigh I finished reading and looked up at Malachi. "I-I hope it w-wasn't too boring to you. I just r-really enjoy her w-work; and sometime g-get caught up in i-it." I said, as I put the book back in its space.  "No! It wasn't at all boring, it was beautiful. I've never seen anyone get so captivated by a poem. It must mean a lot to you." I nodded, as I watched Malachi take the book back out of its space and lead me to the checkout stand. After he checked the book out, we joined Melanie at the table. "Here Lamia, I thought you might like to read this book, it's really good I've read it about three times." Melanie said, as she handed me a book entitled "My Summer Luv by Lisa Jackson." The cover was gold with a shadow of a man and a women dancing. "W-wow, it l-looks as if it would b-be good." I said, as I slide my palm against the cover; admiring its beauty. (I'm so happy.)

"This is the dorm?" Mr. Darcy aks and I nod.

"I open the door holding my laundry basket and two girls sit on the bed as I enter.

"New roomie?" One of them walks towards me. She has a tattoo on her arm and the other one doesnt. 

"Hey.. I'm Grace.." I tell her.

"Grace.. nice too meet you... I am Lilliana and this is my... I mean now our room mate Megan." She shakes my hand. "We would be good friends." She tells me and I smile. 

"All okay?" Mr Darcy says.

"Yeah.. all fine.. Thank you much." I thank him..

Mr. Darcy leaves. I put my laundary basket on the floor and grab my suitcase in. 

"Who was he?" Megan asks.

"Oh.. my.. sister's fiance.." I lie. but I really wish this.

"Oh.. so where do you come from Grace?" Lilliana sits on the bed.

"Pheonix." I say.

"Oh cool.... so you'll be starting you're freshman's year huh." Megan says and I nod.

"Megan let the girl breath." Lilliana blurts and I place my suit case in one corner and sat on the empty bed observing the dorm.

"Do you have a boy friend? I mean just asking.." Megan ask.

"I don't." I answer honestly. Why would they even ask me question.

"Any friends?" Lilliana asks. And I shake my head,no.

I did'nt think it was a good idea to tell them everything.. about me.. about my life.

"Uhh No." I shrug.

"Aww it's okay.. we will be best of friends." Lilliana comes and sits beside me. Lilliana seems sweeter than Megan. Thou I thought Megan would be nicer, and Lilliana, the tattooed one would be sassy. 

"Oopsii.. Gotta go.. Nial is here." Megan gets up. 

"See you Lilliana, and Grace." She walks out.

"Don't worry... Nial is her...well.. new boyfriend. She changes them every month." Lilliana tells me and we both giggle.

"I don't have any boyfriend, so chill. We'll make good friends." She stretches her arms. 

"So.. tell me about your self." 

"I....what do you want to know?" I ask.

"Duhh... if we have to be friends... We should know everything about each other... it's okay I can go first?" She says and I let he go first.

"I really really don't open up to people... but you seem nice." She smiled. "Well...I am Lilliana Diamond, my parents.. well I'm adopted.." She shrugs.

"You're okay with that?" I ask.

"Yeah.. actually... because they love me alot.." She grins wide. 

"Thats nice." I place a pillow on my lap.

"Hey you're not an early bird.. I mean you don't go to bed early right?" She asks.

"No... I don't I'm more of a night owl." I say.

"Coooooll. Meg is usually out the entire night and evening... she stays at the dorms very less.. I am so happy to finally have someone. And you seem nice." She points her finger towards me.

"You too." I simper.

"Okay... so? Tell me about you're self? Parents? Siblings?" 

"I come from a small house... I have 4 sisters.. 3 elder than me and one younger.... our dad.. he did'nt earn well.. I mean all of our sisters and even mum had to work for the house and my studies." I sigh

"Aw.. it's fine... really Grace.. I won't judge you.." She presses my hand. "Other sisters of yours don't study?"

"No.. they don't like too... I mean my eldest sister Trina is married, then Christina could'nt study... Maddy is least intrested and Rosie is... she likes to study.. she even goes to school back in Pheonix." 

"That's nice... what does you're dad do?" She asks.

"My dad...he...passed away six days ago.." I bite my bottom lip..

"Oh... I..I'm so so sorry Grace..." She takes me in her arms.. "I'm sorry." She says. I never know how to respond to people who say sorry on a death...I mean why do they say sorry...

"It's okay.." I say..

"So... The guy who came to drop you off... he is Christina's finace?" She asks.. I decide to tell her the truth.

"Umm... he is'nt..I lied.. but Christina and Mr. Darcy like each other." I am being honest this time.

"Oh... oookayy.." She snortles. "What are you intrested in?" 

"I.. love reading... novels and I love poetry.." I say happily.

"Thats.... nice... But I don't like poetry.." She giggles

"I love poetry.. I find words very strong.. I believe in them I mean they can be powerful." I says. Any talk related to poetry and I will never stop.

"Okay Miss poet." She teases.

"What do you like to do?" I ask her... she has been asking me and I have only been answering.

"I like to listen to music.. My parents say I have a good voice." She says.. as happily as I told her about poetry. 

"Can I hear it?" I ask.

"You.. want to?" She beams.

"Yeah... I mean we're friends.." I say.

"Oh.. okay..I could.. I love to sing.." she claps her hands joyfully.

She started to sing a song... 
I could'nt believe my ears.. she has a beautiful and soulful voice.. she is amazing.

"That was... awesome.. I mean... wow." I remark.

"Really!" She glees

"Yes... you're voice is magic." I say and I mean it. 

"Thank you so much...." She beams in happiness.

"Okay so I really like talking about this, who's you're favourite actor?" 

I smile. "I don't know much but...they keep changing maybe."

"Oh mine are Al Pacino, you know him? Oh gosh he's love. And I love Jhonney Depp, forever love of my life." She smiles.

"Yeah I like Jhonney Depp but..no clue about the Pacino guy." We laugh.

"Okay lets help you out with you're wardrobe and placing, decorating you're stuff on you're side." She stands up and holds my hands helping me up on my feet from the bed. 
.
Aaannndddd done. It looks perfect." She says after making my bed. "Glad our beds are together." She says and I agree.

"Is Megan coming tonight?" I ask placing my alarm clock on my bed side.

"I really dont know..."

My phone beeps. It is Christina.

"Sorry.. home." I say. And Lilliana nods.

"Hye.." I say into the speaker.

"Gracelyn how are you.. I really don't miss you." Maddy laughs.

"I'm good oh and yes I miss everyone except you." I joke.

"Oh my baby Gracie... where how are you? How is your dorm and room mate? Everything good na? You being okay?" My mum blurts.

"Yes mom relax... everything is fine.. it's great.. I have a very nice room mate." 

"Good..Did you eat your pancakes? Oh and baby call us before leaving for college tommorow." She says.

"Yes mom I will... I promise.. how is Rosie?" I ask. If I miss someone a little too much, that's Rosie.

"She's napping." Christina says. 

"Okay.. guys I'll talk to you later.." I say and hang up.

"I really like you're family." Lilliana says bitting her nail.

"Yeah...." I grin.

"What's with Gracelyn and Gracie?" 

"Gracelyn is actually my real name... but I like Grace.. They just call me Gracie...they just.." I half laugh.

"Ooookkay." She joins me.

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