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MIRROR'S CORNER

Everyone has got tense mood. Know the true mind of writers in this category. This is the place where writing meets with reality.

If my simile is as dry as the dust of Sahara, Don't pour your Atlantic word to make it wet, My words seem to be a walking sun? Don't abuse them; I'm only using metaphor well. I might write my words to be...
The aesthetic well laid green lawn was the first indication of a melodic love story to come. So enticed, I was on my best self as I adventurously walked past the well parted footpaths. It was not long after...
Shackles around the neck as that of a bullet, Boots on the feet marching across the bare soil, Under the sun, under the rain fighting; In between and underneath the tress and leaves making it whisper with rustling, Battling with all might like...
In the face of adversary, Fighting death as though fighting an enemy Each breathe competing and struggling for air; Still I stand. Each cell juggling for oxygen, Bones waiting patiently for blood circulation, Untimely death of the red blood cells, Smiling though suffering; Strong as the tower...
The feasting feet Goes about feeding its teeth Not caring about a fit feet. The feasting feet Wears wear with fleet Digging streets for meat. The feasting feet Just don't care about the beat Get dressed; to feel the hit. The feasting feet Has her brain stuck in the...
My world and my all in all You are second to none The only entrance through my heart The one who makes me laugh and smile I saw him as I looked down memory lane My thoughts taking me back in time exactly twenty...
Here comes the day When the preparation of many months is put to test A wrestle of horror and survival it is called The prize being a gain of one or a loss of two With a heart heavy and a water broken With...
I saw it, late at night The moon arched lonely in the sky: a star-less night The trees bowed to me as the wind nudged them around Cold shivers ran down my spine. I saw it, in the dusk of the night Its face...
Jingling in the Jungle My little, cunny puppy Shaking, waving its tail, so Funny. Jingling in the Jungle My chubby, lonely teddy Twinkling, glowing its eye, so bulgy. Jingling in the Jungle My meek, mute muse Pitching, striking its sound, so loose. Jingling in the Jungle My old, blue...
My literary ambitions are mixed up with feelings of being isolated and undervalued. I know I have a facility for words and a power of facing unpleasant facts and situations, and I feel that I’ve created some sort of...

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