Literature Is Like the Ocean and the True Love of a Mother. Its Everlasting...

Writing Poetry, Inspirational Thoughts & Stories Is My Hideaway.

I must say that All of My Thoughts of Life, My Tears, My Feelings & Even Some of My Secrets Hides Inside the Poems and Inspirational Thoughts that I've Wrote In My Love Notebook for Years.
Now that Its Almost Full and Oldy I Guest Its Time to Share It.
My Hideaway... 
Hoping that It Also Help You Feel Calm Like Your In Your Own Hideout!

After all I Always Believed that Poems are a Recollected Feelings of the Author Itself... That's Wants to Be Shared...

I'm Hoping that You'll Enjoy Reading!
#Reading Poems a Day Is Like Reading a Story each Day!

Literature is like the ocean and the true love of a mother, it's everlasting...

I must say that all of my thoughts, my tears, my feelings, and even some of my secrets hide inside the Poems and Inspirational thoughts that I've written in my love notebook for years.
Now that it's almost full and oldy I guess it's time to share my hideaway hoping that It'll calm you like you were in your hideout!

After all, I believed that Poems are recollected feelings of the author itself that's want to be shared.

#Reading Poems a day is like reading a story each day!

Enjoy reading and thank you, My Sunshines!

Just poetry, poems and some quotes about my life.

You can also enjoy the song that I put on above every chapter.

Thank you for reading and stay safe 

-Deena

With the fast moving life our life is slowly getting busier than ever before. In this book I will present my poetic battles that occur in my head and on paper. I will try to say everything with minimum vocab.
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With the fast moving life, our life is slowly getting busier than ever before. In this book I will present my poetic battles that occur in my head and on paper. 


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I thank you in advance :)

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Dewa and Indri are students at a school in South Lampung.  And today is their first day actively studying.  But, Dewa got up late.  When he looked at the clock on his cellphone.

 "Huh, (Surprised), it's 7:15 o'clock, haven't you showered yet?" Then Dewa rushed out of bed and took a shower.  When in the dining room.

 "Ma'am, how come I don't wake up the god, the god will be late," said the god
 "It's your own fault why you wake up in the afternoon, aren't you all grown up?" Mother has to keep building school anyway? "Said Mrs. Dewa
 "Yes, you should understand it, ask for pocket money ma'am"
 "Here, (while holding out Rp. 10,000)"
 "Yes, yes ma'am, Dewa departs" "Assalamualaikum"
 "Waalaikum greetings"

 Dewa also left by riding his motorbike.  When arrived at school.

 "Sir, please open the door, I want to go in here, it's too late" asked Dewa to the security guard.
 "Eh, you're only in grade 10 and already late, lots of behavior" replied the security guard
 "It's not like that sir, I woke up late"
 So, don't stay up late, just go in there "

 The security guard opened the gate for him.  Then Dewa also parked his motorbike, then entered the classroom.

 However, in the classroom there is already a teacher whose name is Mrs. "Dwi" (that's her nickname) who is introducing herself to the students.

 "Assalamualaikum bu" Dewa gave greetings
 "Here you are (with a high tone), this is the first time you have been actively studying, even though it's too late, standing beside me.  What's your name? "Teacher Dewa exclaimed
 "I am Dewa bu (In low tone)"
 "Don't be exemplified, kid (said the teacher to the students)"
 "Yes ma'am, (In unison)"
 "Okay, sit there"

 Because the seat at the front was already occupied by another student, Dewa sat in the back at the very corner.

 "Damn, this is the first time I've been embarrassed (Said the god, in his heart)"

 Not felt it was 10:15 am and the recess bell rang.  Dewa did not think too much to go straight to the school canteen to eat.  Arriving at the canteen.

 "Ma'am, the rice is 1 huh, the same as bakwan 1, then the ice is 1" Asked Dewa

 After waiting for a few minutes the canteen mother delivered the food to Dewa.

 "This is rice as well as drinking (said the canteen mother while handing her the rice and ice ordered by Dewa)"
 "Thank you, ma'am," said Dewa

 When Dewa eats, 2 friends in Dewa's junior high class, named Doni and Jepri, approach Dewa.

 "Wa, are you alone?" Asked Doni
 "Uh, you Don, Jep"
 "Yes, you guys go to school here too?" Asked Dewa
 "Lah, apparently?" Replied Doni
 "Sit here! I'll eat first," said Dewa
 "Yes" said Jepri

 After Dewa ate, they talked about their past when they were in middle school.

 "Uh, Don, you used to play chasing with what was his name?" Asked Dewa.
 "Same Desi, do you mean?" Jepri continued
 "Hahaha, yes, yes, you are really Jep"
 "Wow, you are bad Jep, even opening my disgrace again" Doni replied

 A few moments when they were talking the class entrance bell rang.  And the 10th graders who were in the canteen immediately entered the classroom.

 "Eh, Don, Jep, I will go to class first," said Dewa
 "Yes Wa, we also want to go to class" said Jepri
 "Yoi, bro" answered Dewa

 They immediately went to class.  Arriving at the God class, he went straight to his seat.  Then Dewa's classmate named Ningsih invited him to meet.

 "Eh, what's your name?" Asked Ningsih
 "My name is Dewa." Answered Dewa
 "Then, what's your name?"
 "My name is Ningsih"

 Shortly thereafter a religious teacher named Pak Kasno entered the classroom with a frightening expression on his face and a way of behaving with a lot of behavior.  Then sit in his seat.

 "Here, the teacher is really acting (Ningsih speaks to himself)"
 "Hahaha (God laughs at Ningsih's voice speaking to himself)"
 "Eh, why are you laughing yourself like crazy?"
 "It's okay, so you're weird after all"
 "How strange?
 "Yes, it's weird, so if he was not a teacher, there was no way he would teach here"
 "Yeah, yeah, the street teacher is acting really like a thug"
 "Yes, let's beat it (Jokes Dewa)"
 "Are you crazy? How come the teacher wants to be beaten"
 "Hahaha, not really just kidding"

 Pak Kasno, who saw them chatting, didn't think long and immediately teased them.

 "Those who are dating in the corner, cieee, cieee, follow their dating (While coming to them until the eyes of the students are towards them all)."

 When they arrived at their table, Mr. Kasno immediately sat down.  Then speak.

 "Move (Pak Kasno's order to Ningsih), I also want to be dating, reminiscing about my youth, is it okay?" Asked Pak Kasno.
 "Just sit there sir, hahaha" said Ibnu then laughed.
 "Husstt ,, you this"

 The students laughed.  However, Dewa and Ningsih blushed.

 "Continue the chat, you also want to come along, are you the same PDKT as a beautiful girl, Iyo ora cah ayu (while winking at Ningsih)."
 "Wow, this man doesn't share the young," said Ilham.
 "Oh, I'm young like this (answered Pak Kasno), come on ora cah ayu" Asked Pak Kasno to Ningsih.

 However, Ningsih and Dewa were silent and did not speak a word.  However, the other students continued to mock the two of them until the class got rowdy.

 "Yes, have we, just want to learn?  (Asked Mr. Kasno to all the students), how come it was actually noisy "said Pak Kasno.

 "Yes, sir," said Dita
 "Yo uwis, we continue the introduction, but quiet, not nice to hear other teachers"
 "Yes sir," answered the students compactly.

 And the introductions were continued until the break with other teachers until the first day of active learning was over.

 Arriving at Dewa's house, he saw a novel entitled "I" (tells the life of Chairil Anwar by Sjuman Djaya). "Because he was curious about the contents of the novel, he immediately read it. In his heart said.

 "Wow, this is a really good book" Said Dewa

 Then Dewa also asked his parents.

 "Well, whose novel is this?" Asked Dewa
 "My father's novel when he was single, so what?".  Asked Dewa's father
 "The content is really good, I like this novel, can it be for me or not?"
 "It's okay, just take it, the content is really good, the novel tells the life journey of the Indonesian legendary poet, namely: Chairil Anwar."
 "Thanks, yeah"
 "Yes"

 Dewa continued reading the novel.  Until that day he forgot to play because he was so engrossed in reading the novel "I." The next day and the next day he was always alone in class while reading the novel.

 The god who was once a cheerful figure then turned into a very cold and quiet figure.

 Until he spoke a little and began to love the word.  Then he created a poem but it was never published to anyone, including his parents.  Day after day passed, it didn't feel like there were 2 more days of class meeting.

 And the school has ended its active teaching and learning period.  The school also held several competitions, namely: futsal, volleyball, poetry writing, quiz and several other competitions.  And each class is also obliged to send its members to take part in these competitions.

 When all of his classmates are busy wondering who will take part in these competitions.  Dewa was instead alone in his seat while reading his novel.

 Until Ningsih reprimanded him then said.

 "Wa, why don't you join the gathering?  (Ningsih asked Dewa), even though we're talking about class meetings.  Ningsih said
 "Yes, just go ahead, I'll just follow it later" answered Dewa
 "Um ... you entered the futsal competition, so you just have to reserve, because in our class there are only 10 men in our class, so the rest can participate in other competitions."
 "Yes," answered Dewa

 And it has been decided that those participating in the futsal competition are Ilham, Angga, Fikri, Arif, Ibnu, Umar and Dewa.

 "Then who participated in the poetry creation competition?" Asked Dita
 "Wow, yes ,," said Sela
 "Okay you wrote, Cell" said Anga
 "No, I can't write poetry, right?"
 "Well, just make up, it's really hard" said Arif
 "It's really good for you to say, this is someone who never thought when given an assignment," said Ningsih.
 "Yes, stay (You are a flower
 I love you and you must love me too,
 Yes, I don't love it, I just know the taste) Hahaha "Said Arif with a laugh.
 "Are you crazy?  (Interviewing while holding Arif's forehead) pantes his forehead just as hot as my armpits. "Said Sela
 "It's bad" said Arif.

 After discussing classmetting matters.  Dewa returned to his seat to continue reading the novel "I" which he had read many times until the end.

 But, Dewa never gets tired of reading it.  Because the contents are very good.  When he was engrossed in reading the novel.

 Ningsih, who had run out of the cafeteria, then sat beside him.  Then when he opened the next sheet there was a paper.  The paper is a poem of his own creation which is deliberately stored in the novel.

 Because Ningsih was curious about the sheet of paper, her friend immediately took hers without her permission.  Then read the contents of the poem entitled "want to know people" by Dewa which contains it.

 Want to get to know people

 I want to know people through words as well as gestures that move the earth's core, then I write it down into poetry, because I am tired of sacrificing my heart to be scorned, sacrificing bonds to be betrayed.  I am bored.

 And this time I want to get to know people through the sky at midnight who open all their doors for prayers.  And I looked up asking that I could know people who know no boundaries.

 And I want to let go of everything that weighs on my shoulders because I want to become a poet that you never know my name except my biography, my poetry and all over the place where I have been.

 And I want to get to know people through the tree of destiny who always write the names and storylines of all mankind.  Who never stopped glancing at me.

 And I want to know the people through hell who are tormented by the discomfort of being in this world, which releases a thundering sound like lightning which will strike souls full of sin.

 reading the contents of the god's poetry Ningsih was immediately touched, and spoke.

 "Wa, can you write poetry?" Asked Ningsih
 "No, it's just for fun (God humbled himself)" answered Dewa
 "Alright, to be honest, you can write poetry"
 "Hemm, a little bit"
 "The poetry is good, you know, Wa, enter the competition, huh?" Asked Ningsih.
 "Please do not do it".
 "Bodo, enter the competition, okay? (Sticking out his tongue)"

 Then Ningsih ran, left the classroom and headed to the school office to enter Dewa's poetry into a poetry creation competition.

 However, Dewa did not remain silent and then pursued Ningsih.  Suddenly ... Duarrr (Sound of collision between Dewa and Indri).  Until they both fell, but fortunately they both did not happen.  Then they stood up ,, and ..

 "Eh, if you walk around, please look" Indri ordered in an angry tone
 "Yes, I'm sorry because I was in a hurry," answered Dewa

 "Silly boy, walking without eyes (Indri spoke to himself)"

 Ningsih who stopped her path and saw the incident immediately felt sorry for the god who was scolded by Indri.  Then Dewa approached Ningsih and left Indri with a dirty face, as if she felt innocent.

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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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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On Saturday afternoon at her boarding house, Shasha received several children who asked for some reading guidance. Reyhan, couldn't wait to be able to read on his own, he got bored of hearing his teacher reading for him all the time. 

 On the terrace, Edo was making use of the place for teaching other children to read. He was trying to win over Shasha's heart, the girl who kept rejecting his love. Shasha had stopped playing theater even though she was very talented. Now he could only help Shasha publish her books of children's fairy tales.

 Elsewhere, Regina was preparing for her birthday party at a popular Cafe. A very festive party. She also invited the capital's top artists. Maya Agustin, her step mother was sponsoring this high end party, as well as for socializing herself as a candidate for mayor.

 Regina sent invitations to Edo's WhatsApp yesterday. But he didn't even opened the WA, let alone read those messages. 

Tonight, Edo was planning to invite Shasha to watch a poetry musichology performance in the open field in front of the mayor's house.

 Regina was worried that if Edo didn't make it to her party, then all her plans of showing off him as her close companion to her friends would fail. And, she would lose face! Thus Regina contocted a new plan, she invited a newcomer singer, he could be used for now.  Rafli, the newcomer singer, didn't mind being close to Regina, the daughter of the famous singer Maya Agustin.
 Elsewhere at the top.  Maya Agustin's father was furious. Maya Agustin pampered her stepdaughter to no limits.

 Meanwhile, her own daughter, Shasha was left to live a simple life as a pre school teacher and was struggling in a slum.
***
 10 years ago Maya Agustin came and let him know that she was his daughter. Saying, she was able to find her father after so many years and she did not want to live in pain like her mother, Maimunah. Her father made amends for his big mistake by giving her a luxury apartment and amenities. In the past, he sponsored everything related to the campaign for the legislative candidate, Maya Agustin aiming for and helped her a lot in becoming a legislative member. All in hopes that she would stop being an artist and bring her daughter Shasha to live with her.

 But Maya Agustin had ignored his wishes.  Meanwhile, he already knew where Maimunah, his wife had been hiding for years from him.

 In front of him was a proposal for sponsorship for the mayoral campaign from Maya Agustin, he furiously threw the proposal out the window, which hit the janitor in the side yard. The clerk secured the proposal. 
Meanwhile he accepted Rahmat's proposal, Maya's ex-husband. He would help his former son-in-law. And teach valuable lessons for his daughter, Maya Agustina.

 ****
 A natural garden was demolished, and a metal fence was laid out around the park. Even though, it was a natural garden, it was mainly used by children who were reading enthusiasts and naturally their parents would follow them. But now, the demolition disappointed all of them. They went to the house of the head of the 

The neighborhood association/ Rukun Tetangga (RT)¹ to ask about what projects were being built in the park.
The head of the RT didn't have any explanation for them. They finally flocked to the house of the head of the Rukun Warga (RW)². The answer was the same. He too didn't know.

Not satisfied with the answer, they finally went to the urban village office. The village head was in a meeting in the district. Those who were disappointed finally left the cardboard papers filled with disappointment protests, criticisms that they posted on the wall of the village office.

 "Restore our garden"

 "Don't take over our children's playground"

 "Playground is the right of the people"

 "What are you going to do to our garden! Give it back!!"

And many more protest sentences filled the walls of the village office.

In the afternoon, when the meeting ended, the village head was stunned by the large number of written messages on the office wall. He had never seen a citizen demonstration like this before. 

Immediately he and the urban village staff came to the location. He did not know about the project in the natural garden. The park was tightly closed. The entrance to the project area was currently closed and had a large padlock. Due to heavy rain the project work was stopped. The workers went home.
 In the evening the Mayor held a special meeting about the project that was being built by the private sector with special permission from the governor.
Rahmat already knew which party voluntarily rebuilt the park without government assistance. The garden was built for Shasha by her grandfather Isaac Ibrahim. Grandfather who she didn't know. Grandpa who made her his only heir.

Shasha diverted her literary cart towards the mosque, her students were waiting in an orderly manner, the heavy rain and the demolished park were not obstacles for them to learn to read or listen to Shasha's latest tales.
***
 Despite being disappointed by Edo's absence at her birthday party, that couldn't make Regina to just give up. The word 'giving up' was not in her dictionary.

She already knew Edo's schedule of activities from morning to evening every day. Desy was indeed a smart assistant.

 "Every Monday to Wednesday, Edo mostly works at home or in the library, or in the computer laboratory, his activities are writing. On Thursday he trains for theater at school every morning, in the afternoon he practices his banners. Friday activities at the smart park, now the park is closed, he doesn't know where to move. Saturday sports - jogging or fitness exercises. This Saturday the schedule is jogging at that natural garden. Sunday the schedule is empty, no one knew what he does, but last night he went to watch an art performance in front of the Mayor's office building, reportedly the Mayor also read poetry. This activity is routinely held every first week of every month." Desy read out Edo's agenda until she was out of breath.  After hearing Desy's report, Regina made plans.

 "Arrange the schedule for brother Edo's theater training to be in our school, make a request letter to his assistant. If necessary, I will make a theater group at school, we will announce a theater competition, let my mother look for sponsors for city level theater competitions between high schools,  Let my papa manage the art studio, Edo or whatever will be the committee. Tomorrow we will have an audition to find members. Inform the student council president that he has to meet with us tomorrow about our theater group."  Desy noted Regina's every instruction frantically.

 Actually, Regina had a leadership talent that deserves a thumbs up. She had learned a lot from her father who was an artist manager, she had the ability to influence others, but because of her envious and arrogant character, she can be dangerous for her cunning and selfish ways, and she liked to look down on others, which made her a person with a bad character. 

 "And tomorrow afternoon we go jogging to the youth park!"
 "But.... Tomorrow afternoon, your schedule is ...?"
 "Cancel," said Regina irritably.
 In the evening, Regina sold her mother a monthly art show and that she have to sponsor a high school theater competition.

******
 Having to Appear on one stage with Maya Agustin at the poetry reading next month, finally Rahmat suspected something, if his ex-wife intended to become a rival in the upcoming mayoral election.

 The performing arts committee reported Maya Agustin's insistence on getting into his routine agenda. Rahmat complained that Maya was trying to grab the stage. Wasn't Maya talented in music? 

 Back when they were still husband and wife, Maya never liked it when Rahmat was busy with his theater groups and poetry. Then why did she suddenly want to enter someone else's stage.

***
 At her luxurious home, Maya Agustin began to be busy practicing poetry reading by bringing in a special trainer, a poetry artist.

 Meanwhile, the Mayor's team prepared to change the theme of the poetry performance with street children and rural communities, a community group that Maya didn't like, even though she used to be from a marginalized community.

 Apart from that, performing arts also involved women and environmental activist figures. So Maya was not the only guest from the art performances later.

 A simple and popular stage, if Maya Agustin appeared as glamorous as her musical performances so far, then she will even turn into a subject for mockery.

 Of course, Rahmat did not want to be attacked just like that. Nobody knew that the stage will be the personal war stage of two people who have loved each other.

 Neither Rahmat nor Maya knew that Shasha would appear as the main star on the stage.
 Someone else planned to make Shasha famous in such a short time and in an extraordinary way.
 The smart park turned out to be completed in 10 days, a real stealth work, the park was equipped with free Wi-Fi for environmental and educational group members.  Registration for smart park membership was open to the public. Once the opening of member registration started officially, the list of members had reached hundreds in a single day. 

 The park was equipped with new outdoor educational playgrounds, a mini library and a reading corner. In addition, there were gazebos and stages that were built permanently.

 The smart park will be inaugurated by the mayor early sunday morning next month, and in the evening there will be a performance of reading poetry by artists and figures. The mayor had moved the monthly art stage to this place.

 The change of location for the stage was, of course, ordered by one powerful and rich man. Whom Maya and Rahmat were afraid of.
 Rahmat and Maya's battle stage was at a place run by Shasha and environmental and educational activists.

 An environment that Regina disliked and that Maya had to like as a mayoral candidate.
 Maya Agustin was surprised, the theme of the art stage was completely different from what they made known to her.

 For all the guests who would read the poetry later, they arranged the clothes or costumes to be used, it must be natural and simple. Of course, without make up. Maya without make-up, what would she do? She had already appeared in full make up and luxurious clothes.

 As for Regina, she, who initially wanted to be present to accompany her mother, chose not to resign. Even though the area had been transformed into a beautiful park, it still smelled of garbage and burning smoke, and lots of mosquitoes too. 

 Maya Agustin was back to search for suitable poetry and costumes to suit her while still presenting her as a beautiful and simple figure.
 It turns out she had to spend tens of millions to keep herself looking simple and natural with a costume that was both simple and charming.

 Meanwhile, Shasha and the surrounding community people worked together to make art stage decorations from recycled materials from their localities.

 It seemed that their activities were secretly covered and made viral on social media in a massive and structured manner. In an instant Shasha became a virtual world star who was most talked about recently and topped the list of searches on the internet for 2 weeks nonstop.

 Someone had arranged news on the internet and paid netizens with hundreds of accounts with names that were clearly fake.

________

¹ Rukun Tetangga (RT) is a community organization that is recognized and fostered by the government, which is tasked with assisting the government development at the village level.


² Rukun Warga (RW) is the term for the division of the territory under the village level..  Rukun Warga (RW) is a Community Institution formed through deliberation by the Rukun Tetangga (RT) management in its working area in the framework of government and community services recognized and fostered by the Regional Government as determined by the Head of the Village.

Fan Xian looked around. Finding no one else, he decided to sit down on a rock. He took the kettle offered by the old gardener and took a few gulps without any complaints. On a whim, he then began to chat with the gardener about planting flowers and plants. Since Fan Xian didn’t know anything about gardening, the gardener’s colorful descriptions proved to be rather novel. But he became a bit irritated after hearing too much. Fan Xian thought about leaving, but chose not to after thinking about the even more irritating poetry gathering. Instead, he sighed.
Hearing Fan Xian’s sigh, the gardener asked out of curiosity, "Young sir, what’s troubling you?"
"The royal manor is holding a poetry gathering. It’s very boring." Fan Xian blinked. To him, this gardener was but a servant. There was no way a mere servant would be interested in poetry.
As Fan Xian expected, the gardener nodded his head. "Composing poetry is for people with too much free time. You can’t make a living out of it. They really are a bunch of stupid pigs."
Fan Xian was taken aback for an instant, thinking, "Didn’t he just insult himself too?" He then changed his mind and let out a hearty laugh. "Stupid pigs indeed." He finally realized something. With a wave of his hand, they didn’t bring up poetry again.
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After the poetry gathering ended, all the guests went back. As for what happened after that, nobody in the capital knew until the following day.
That night, King Jing’s household was having its usual dinner. The Crown Prince got ready to go to the Drunken Immortal Tavern to indulge himself, but was called back by the housekeeper. He sat uncomfortably at the dinner table and, along with his sister, waited to be reprimanded by their father. 
King Jing sat at the head of the table. Amazingly, he was that old gardener who was chatting with Fan Xian that afternoon in the garden. Looking at his ever-indulgent son, a wave of anger came over him. King Jing exploded. "You stupid pig! You waste all your days in those places!"
Crown Prince Li Hongcheng knew "stupid pig" was his father’s catchphrase. Without getting upset, he smiled sheepishly. "What has caused you to become so angry today?"
King Jing gave a "Humph" in reply and ceased his outburst. He then asked, "You held another one of those poetry gatherings today?"
Li Hongcheng was surprised for a moment and answered affirmatively with another sheepish smile. He knew his father wasn’t very fond of those scholarly events. But in order for him to gather talented scholars for the second prince, they were necessary. Unexpectedly, King Jing didn’t get angry. Instead, he asked, "During today’s poetry gathering, there was a kid wearing chestnut-colored clothes. Who was that?"
There were so many visitors, how could Li Hongcheng remember all of them?
King Jing frowned. After thinking about the boy’s notable features for a long time, he finally said, "He was very pretty, like a girl."
Li Hongcheng let out a chuckle. He knew whom his father was referring to. He answered immediately, "That must be the one from Fan Manor."
King Jing raised his eyebrows in surprise, revealing a trace of viciousness.  "What?" he shouted. "You mean that’s Fan Jian’s son? The one in Danzhou? I’ll be damned. To think he sired such a good-looking son, even though he himself isn’t much to look at!"
Princess Ruo Jia blushed in embarrassment as she listened to her father spew out profanity. But at the same time, she was curious. Just what kind of person was the man who was so revered by Ruoruo? Li Hongcheng looked at his father with some anger, thinking it was good that there were no servants around. However, he quickly changed his mind, as the servants should already be used to King Jing’s vocabulary. He quickly asked, "Why do you ask about him, father?"
"Why?" King Jing grunted a few times in annoyance. When he met the clueless Fan Xian that afternoon, he thought the boy looked familiar, but wasn’t able to recall anything. Fan Xian disliked the poetry gatherings, but he listened to King Jing talk about gardening for so long. For that, King Jing took a liking to the boy. But King Jing never expected that pretty boy would turn out to be Fan Jian’s son. As anger swelled up in his heart, he kept on going. "You should learn from him… What’s his name?"
"Fan Xian."
"You should learn from that Fan Xian. He may not have the proper pedigree, but he does have a good eye for things." King Jing continued to educate his son. "That Fan Xian could talk for hours with a gardener. And then there’s you, who puts so much attention on his own background. You must know that boasting is very inappropriate for what you are currently doing."
Crown Prince Li Hongcheng knew his deal with the second prince couldn’t fool his father who, while appearing coarse on the outside, was extremely wise. The prince hurriedly agreed in response. After the meal, the crown prince readied himself to go read in the study room so as to please his father. However, King Jing abruptly asked, "Weren’t you planning on going to Drunken Immortal Tavern before?"
Drunken Immortal Tavern wasn’t an eatery, but a brothel. The prince got nervous and began to express his unwillingness in a panic. King Jing stared him in the eye and chided, "You’re a man. If you want to do something, go do it. Don’t be so unaccountable." After he finished talking, King Jing called someone over and kicked out the prince.
Li Hongcheng sat in Drunken Immortal Tavern with Miss Yuan Meng—the most popular entertainer in the capital—in his arms. But his mind was elsewhere, thinking chillingly about why his father had acted so differently today.
Late at night, at King Jing’s estate, King Jing cursed as he drank. "That rotten scoundrel. Visiting whorehouses used to be his favorite pastime. How in the world did he make such a good-looking son? I’m making my own son do the same so I’ll get a handsome grandson."
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Temporarily putting aside King Jing forcing his own son to seek out prostitutes, Fan Xian went back to his sedan chair soon after the poetry gathering dispersed and met up with Teng Zijing and a few guards. There was plenty of chatter among the guests regarding Fan Xian’s poem. Seeing the sedan chair of Fan Manor, a few scholars came up to bid farewell. In return, Fan Xian hurriedly came down and sent them off with a smile. He also ordered a few guards to escort Ruoruo back.
Before Ruoruo got up to her sedan chair, she nodded towards Fan Xian, who knew "it" had been arranged properly. Suddenly feeling refreshed, he began to plan for that evening.
"Guo Baokun must be living in Shang Shu Manor. He goes to the palace once every three days. He claims to be a compiler, but in truth, he is the prince’s reading partner."
Something made Fan Xian frown. "The prince still needs a reading partner? How old is he?"
"The prince is the son of the empress. He is the third youngest among the royal siblings. He is eighteen."
Fan Xian laughed. "He’s an 18-year-old adult. What does he need a reading partner for?"
"He likes slacking off," Teng Zijing said, smiling bitterly. "So he’s flagrantly found some people to keep him entertained."
"And the emperor doesn’t care?"
"That… I am not certain."
Ever since that incident at the restaurant, Fan Xian was worried that Guo Baokun wouldn’t let things go and would be scheming. So he ordered Teng Zijing to gather some intelligence, including the places Guo Baokun often visited and the route he took to return home.
During today’s poetry gathering, that Guo fellow had made some barbed remarks. As kind as Fan Xian was, all he could do was keep a fake smile as anger burned deep inside him. Only now did Fan Xian realize that he had subconsciously ordered Teng Zijing to gather intelligence so that he could harass Guo, not because he was worried of being harassed himself.


A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants.
Thanks to one small act of kindness,
by providence she comes across a grateful friend;
Fortunate that her mother,
has done an unperceived good deed….

Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor…
Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road?

Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom.
Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost,
a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning.
Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.

"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 was a little nervous to tell him what I liked reading. When the kids at my old school saw what I was reading all the time, I got made fun of a lot more. They thought it was stupid and nerdy. Wich is understandable, I was a weird girl. But it still hurt.


     "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. 


I wonder why he is so excited. I had never seen him this excited before. But whatever it was I was happy to see him so excited.


     "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. He was smiling the whole way through the library. I loved when he smiled, it made the room light up when he smiled. But I still didn't know why he was so happy.


     "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." 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 woman 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."

A fiber of connection from miles away...



Our places on this earth are divided by oceans setting us apart from one continent to another. Several countries speaking several languages to understand each other. People with several cultures and beliefs. Different personalities and opinions.

In this chaotic world, we live in called real life we search for a place to escape from that reality. To be accepted as who or what we are. We have found that in the music we sing. In the books, we read. In the movies we watch. In the places, we travel and visit. Everywhere in which we get inspiration to face reality head-on.

We write stories or poems to inspire others, reading the words we weave from our own world. For some of us, it is simply an escape from reality into a world in which we can use our imaginations to dream make-believe or to live our secret fantasies or just plain be creative.

Getting on the web gives us more ways to share and get connected to other people with the same kind of thinking from across the ocean. Some of the people we meet along the way give us reasons to smile again. It's where we become friends, get to know them well, and get so close that we even trust them enough to share our own greatest fears.

I was a living a kind of living death when I found solace here on Stories Space. A place to write, camouflaging my hatred and sadness from myself when I was reading all the poetry and fictional fantasies created by the writers. I found another escape from reality and indulged in reading.

My feelings from my own troubles in life had made me feel so empty that only through laughter and reading could I be free and somewhat whole again.

I made my own heaven in purgatory.

A friend told me to write down all of my pains and troubles in poems or stories. Another friend of mine told me to be fierce in my poetry writing. I found friends who helped me give my own life a reason to continue living again through writing.

Writing makes me calm every time my mind gets into a panic mode. The pains and the fears of the unknown are my muses for writing.

When I met someone who understood me and made me feel needed and loved my poetry changed its tune. It made me think of happy thoughts. I got inspired by the things I saw and the happy memories of my childhood that I could write about.

Painful memories and realities were always there and so I wrote about them from time to time.

When that someone left me I continued writing. The same inner muse I had gained I used to keep on writing.

Then, out of nowhere, I got to know you. I became happy again. This time I got even more inspired and more creative, experimenting with my writings.

I set aside my shyness and reservations to write creatively. I still can't overcome some of my shyness and reservation but I am blooming, inspired by you.

You became my muse.

The man in the moon. The stars in my darkest hours. When at night I can't sleep thinking of you calms me to sleep.

The sunshine after the heavy storm. Where all the dead trees come to life again. That keeps me warm when everything gets chilly.

My own little heaven in my real life purgatory.

Writing...

Rune's Prose & Poetries

LUCID DREAMS

my wandering crazy mind is just doodling in the sands...

it's just me ...this is a collection of my amateurish writings of poetry, short stories, and prose...

These are all short stories compilation a different story per chapter.

WARNING: Adult contents, please be advised that you're reading EROTICA


ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
RuneMcGrey
Copyright©2014-present

All writings remains MEG Cabingan a.k.a. RuNe also known as runemcgrey's property.
Don't use it for any other purposes without her permission.

Louise woke up it was saturday every student like her loves weekends(since exams are already done too, even her examination are done) but for her it would be a total nightmare because this was the day that her sister barge in-.

Her door slam opened she looks shock then saw Mica at the door, 'Just as i thought' Louise thought. "Hey it's saturday and you aren't even dressed yet!" Mica shouted, "Mica can i not come with you bring mom with you please" Louise said begging at her sister, Mica looks at her "Come on sis! don't be lame we only go shopping on saturday after 4 weeks!" Mica shouted getting out going downstairs...

"If you don't go down there i will make you go down here!" Mica shouted, Louise rolled her eyes first mister idol and now her sister they were both pea brained on this type of things....

"Well better get ready then" Louise said standing up from bed....

They were at the car there father was driving her mother at the front seat. Louise and Mica on the backseat, Louise was disturbing herself on reading an book she just discovered in their library that sparks her curiosity while Mica was looking at her phone. "I really love family saturday!" Mica said squirming like an kid, There parents smiled "Well we only go once in 4 weeks so i understand your excitement dear" their mother said, Mica was so hapoy then she looks at her sister laying on the window while reading an book.

"Oh come on reading AGAIN?" Mica said lookingat her sister, "This is wht i always do since books are more USEFUL" Louise spatted back, Mica sighed then took the book from her sister, Louise looks at her with an angry face "Mica what's the problem with you!?" Louise said annoyed and angry that her sister took her book, "You always read on family day and on week days can't you atleast do something fun!?" Mica shouted back, "Reading is FUN now give it back!" Louise shouted getting her book from Mica.

"No today you will not read ANY book" Mica said sounding like an elder sister, Louise looks at her parents "Mom Dad!" Louise said at her parents "Mica...it isn't respectful to do that to your sister" their mother said, "But mom she always reas books-" "Like how you watch on your phone always" their father cutted through, "Although Mica has a point, Louise why don't you try other things?" their mother asked, "Mom education and knowledge is important" Loyise said fixing her hair. "Just today sweet pie you should have some fun" their father said, Loyise sighed in defeat nothing is stopping them...

AFTER SOME TIME

They arrived at an mall all of them were walking until Mica saw an shopping store... "Mom Dad let's go!" Mica said, "Louise how about you?" their father asked, "I'm going outside and 'relax' on an cafè" Louise said, Both of their parents nodded Mica pulling them to the shopping store...

Louise walks outside she can't relax not when there is no book that interest her....she saw an cafe with free books about poetry and history she walks in and bumps to an man at the same time, "Oh i am sorry" Louise said she looks at the man froze like knowing her he was wearing an black jacket and black cap everything was black at first she thought he was an gangster or an thug then she just walks away... She goes to the counter and ordered....

***

Michelle was walking around in an mall wearing whole black so no one could spot him not like what happened on the fan meeting although the girl wasn't a fan of him at all, he looks around trying to find something fun until he saw an cafè where you can read books about poetry and history he walks in it was along time since he read poetry so might as well go in.

He walks in and bumped into someone "Oh i'm sorry" an voice said, he froze knowing the voice it was the girl he bumped into at the fan meeting, 'Why her again?' Michelle thought he wants to see her but he couldn't believe they will bumped each other again, he stays silent and sense that the girl was thinking until she walks away and goes to the counter, 'Good thing she didn't notice me' Michelle thought he doubled his disguise so no one can know him now looks like it suceeded.

As the girl walks away and goes to one of the shelves to find an book he peek into her as he walks to the counter she was looking for an book, 'She really is an nerd' he thought, "What is your order sir?" the cashier asked, "Oh i would want this..." he told the cashier and picks and goes to an shelf near the girl, He was looking for an poetry book until something keen his interest he was about to get it when suddenly a hand was going to get it out their hands touched he knew it was the girl AGAIN....

****
Louise pulled her hand back and let the book be taken by the strange person 'That guy is sketchy' Louise thought all of the sidden he was reminded by the idol she bumped into she picks another book then sat on an chair...

Neither knew they were sitting infront of the other only an wall wood was blocking them an dove flied through and stopped at the middle of them...

Louise Henderson was a normal college student goaling to become an scietist and lawyer...meanwhile her sister Mica has an fan meeting to attend to see her idol!!! coincidentally Louise was in charge of her sister until on the day of the fan meeting Michelle(the idol) was running to an shop secretly bumping to Louise, Louise was rude and sophisticated that made Michelle impressed little did they know theyw ere going to be classmates for a whole year!! what will happen between the two with different goals and lifestyle?

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