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Niyati Sep 2020
Everything has become so different in a couple of months,
I have become the most beloved on all fronts.
But the mere thought of getting married,
Gives me goosebumps.
My heart starts pounding,
And my body becomes numb.

But just to become Mrs. from Miss,
I have to forego on all these?
Life would be so much different,
And every move so uncertain.

Responsibilities that I never took as a daughter,
Would be forced upon me, as a daughter-in-law.
My complaining mother will have nothing to nag about,
Seeing her daughter as punctual as a clock.

All these thoughts fills me up with anxiety,
That now I have to take care of a new set of relatives and a SOCIETY.

Now everyone would expect me to become the nicest,
But why they don't understand? I am still Daddy's little princess.

Yeah i know, overthinking won't help,
And even if i make any mistake, he willl be there to weld.
I never felt so calm
As I entered the rose garden
The vibrant exotic colours
The shapes
The smell of perfume
To a quiet place of
A moment of contentment
Lost in wonder
The beauty
But the outward beauty of nature
Short lived
It reminded me of  a lasting beauty
One on the inside.
Created by Gods perfect clay.
After all God made us.
To be in the likeness of his image.
Sometimes that inward beauty can be dented
by our impulsive behaviour
That's why God reminds us to to be in the world  
yet not of it.
If  we are in Christ the old nature as ceased and the new one has just begun.
Kelsey Apr 2020
The petals of spring sank beautifully in the puddles of rain as she traded her sneakers for heels, entered the back of the black car and drove away for the last time.
gabby Apr 2020
and one sunny day
i ll just dissapear
but leave all my diaries
so all of you
will know why.
i want to be happy. i want to be somewhere else. i am tired of feeling so low because of others. i leave it all behind and be myself anywhere away from here.
Emily Mitchell Mar 2020
Mist of eager green
Tiny understory leaves
Signal life's return.
I always love the stage of growth where all the trees are still black and leafless but the tiny undergrowth shrubs have just started putting out their first leaves and the green hangs like a fine mist around the base of the trees in the forest.  💕🌱🌱🌱💕
Jade C Mar 2020
lilacs hum to the biting air
purple heads pushing out of porous bones

sunlight soaks the soil and an old woman
crouches to pluck her mint and basil for her
afternoon brew

lilacs in my eyes I become one of those
Hayao Miyazaki robots––
broad metal chest
moss emerging from my rusty joints
moss like fur, grown over my ancient machinery

the old woman examines my reclaimed
metal frame
she peers thoughtfully through the moss
offers me mint
makes an alter of lilacs at my feet

the golden haze of spring noontime
melts into a blue evening

lilac buds wind into themselves
a clenching fist
a grip of of sweetness and goodnight
spring time has arrived!
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