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[kalopsiaofwords]

[xwppcakee]

I'm thinking of something ethereal. Something like a river flowing into the deep dark woods, a path I'd happily follow. I'd put flowers in my hair and stars in my eyes and I'd wonder. I'd sing songs I can't understand and I'd speak unhurried because time would be mine to explore. I'd hug the trees and follow mysterious foot marks, I'd dance barefoot and nothing would hurt my feet. And even if I get hurt, that pain will never compare to living in the modern days.

-words I'm too afraid to think about.

[perfected-grace]

What’s the different between dreams and premonitions?

Are they similar like gut feelings and intuition

Not asking for a friend but boldly asking for me

My whole life was put into question as I went to sleep

I always believed we should never turn back

But this clear path forward got my subconscious mad

They up here acting like I paid the ultimate price

Let them say it, I didn’t live my future right

All boils down to love and the only thing I can speak to

Is when I realized he was an Angel dipped in chocolate and considered me his equal

Not one part of us would have been peaches and cream

When we were a team

He made me question my worth and self esteem

I loved hard and I have no regrets

Wish he would show respect

There’s no way we can reconnect

Will this be the circumstances every time I close my eyes

Am I content with the failure or should I give it it one more try?

Is where I’m at where I’m going?

Is this my fear of commitment showing?

Am I sabotaging my life without knowing?

Tonight when I close my eyes I’m hoping for some answers

Clarity beyond the dreamy banter

Stepping out on faith shouldn’t be with your eyes closed

Are you at the beach if you can’t feel the sand between your toes?

Loving you would be the darkest sin that I can’t recover from

I shouldn’t have let you in since I said we’re done

[prasangana]

"What are the two saddest things?"

Heart as a shipwreck of emotions and death, in which, the person who leaves is liberated from mud of sadness, but the one who is abandoned carries apologies in their chest pocket. Both of them love flowers, but while one places it fresh on the grave, the other makes a garden of the graveyard.

[adrainesworld]

V.E Schwab's tips for character development in writing.

[dreamimg-always]

everything was on fire with you. but i was freezing and u kept me warm so i didnt feel my hands burn up or my hair singe. i didnt notice everything was ablaze until it was all burnt down.

-ash

[anikeshh]

Humans are inversely proportional to humanity.

[favodywritesweekly]

Hi beautiful people,

This is my first post here and I would love to use this opportunity to introduce myself. As we all know, out of sight is out of mind. So, I want to be in your mind.

Launching Myself Into Your Mind

♤ I was named Favour Okoye Odira by my parents. My name was carefully chosen at the time and it seems to flow with me at every moment of my life. Favour was given to my dad in a series of revelations by the sovereign creator, God while Odira, was a name that struck a cord in my mom while in the university. These names are special in equal capacity.

♤ Growing up, I loved reading. My mom has a part to play in this because she would give me lots of study materials and make me read them, while evaluating how much I learnt from them by giving me test questions. It was fun, and in no time, I couldn't do without reading.

♤ In high school, I had to choose the subjects I would do to prepare me for life in the university. I had no doubt in my mind that I would go in line with science subjects. But, there was a clause to the matter. My school #BintaInternationalSchool pushed me to commercial. Oh, I was so displeased. I told my family, I didn't want to read commercial subjects. It had to be science. Yes, I was quite stubborn when it comes to finding out what I wanted. My parents wrote a letter to the principal, at the time, requesting for my transfer to science class. Just like that, it was done, with the threat that we wouldn't hold the school responsible if I failed. 🙂 I didn't fail. I did more than thrive.

♤ High school was over faster than I thought possible and I was launched unceremoniously into the real world. The real world seemed quite harsh. I wrote jamb to gain admission to the university to study medicine but it wasn't working. Time was going and I wasn't being admitted to read my dream course. Oh, the taste of disappointment. As luck would have it, I did jupeb and it launched me to the university of Lagos but, still, things didn't go as planned. Does it ever?

[fayezz]

In Seventh Heaven,

Black lips

Eyes red

with all the words that were left unsaid,

I embraced my end,

maybe this was my grand revenge. 

My tongue felt numb

I couldn't speak

tears in my eyes, threatening to leak. 

They said it would taste bitter

but all i could taste

was sweet summer. 

That sweet old summer

The night we met

As i thought of it all

i embraced my sweet death. 

[kalopsiaofwords]

Maybe if I always say yes,

No one will ever say no!

Maybe if I accept it all,

No one will ever let me go ?

Maybe just maybe

If I live for others

One day I won't have to!

Maybe if the doors are shut

The floor will open up somehow,

Maybe if the bouquet of

Plastic flowers grow too large

It will fruit somehow!

Maybe just maybe

If I keep running from joy,

It'll find me.

Maybe ?

Could it ?

[gopherfeather]

Befuddle

[leonieanderson]

Prompt

~Tell me you love me~

“Tell me you love me” is a compilation of pieces from my heart. It is also a reminder that nothing is wrong with waiting for a love that’s mind blowing, a love that’s more spiritual than physical , a love that compliments your being, a love that doesn’t demand more than you can give, a love that’s reciprocated…….

@leonieanderson

[illusionordelusion-blog1]

Life as you perceive it.

When you look, at a field full of dandelions, you can either see, hundreds of weeds, or uncountable wishes. Life is how you perceive it. People need to understand that forgiveness is for past reconciliation and not for future consideration. Dissect your weakness, so it can emerge, as your strength. Forgive, forget and move forward. You are stronger than you know, wiser than you think and better than you will ever be. Trust your instincts, it's always right. Thanks for reading my rambling

[evangelynepoet]

Pleased to advise “The Ozone Cafe” is now an ebook on Kindle. On Amazon Australia, deets in pic 👻#ebook #kindle #wtitersofinstagram #mustread #historicalnovel #amazonreviews #amazonaustralia https://www.instagram.com/p/CgYa8tTLPKu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[suficharsi]

The song of chains

The rattle of my chains

Whispers the sound of your approaching feet,

See me dancing to the song my fetters sing for me.

I pretend this tinkle

Are your anklets while you whirl.

The wind that caresses my face, is your hand

The sunlight upon me, your loving gaze.

This humid, damp cell

The retreats of my heart, where the thought that lingers

Are memories of you.

[bonbonsandbooks]

Chapter 5~Phone Calls

It was a long afternoon. Selena plopped down on her bed there in the hotel. A few more days than they were heading back home to Texas. To their little home.

She could hardly wait to go home to her dogs. She missed Texas when she was far away from there. Selena did an interview for People while she was in town. She did some talk shows on the radio as well while she was there.

The more the fans knew she did not take their money the more they would understand her. And see what a monster Yolanda was! Yolanda needed to stay in prison. She was hoping her fans would petition to get Yolanda behind bars for good as well.

Her father was busy back home now refunding fans money or giving the product they never got from Yolanda. She hoped to be out of debt to. So, she could open more shops all around America. That Selena clothing line would be a huge brand name that would be known all around the world.

That was her dream.

To make young ladies feel like women in her clothing. The transformation processes. And they needed her style. Her dreams.

Her input. Suddenly the phone rings. Selena knew Chris went out to lunch with her brother and her sister. She sighs then tries to ignore the call. They stop calling. Then it rings again.

♥☆♥

"They do not take no for an answer" sighs Selena. She reaches over grabbing the phone. Maybe Chris was bringing her back some pizza. "Hello?" she answers.

"Is this Selena Quintanilla?" someone says on the other line.

"This is she" she replies.

"Wonderful!" says the voice on the other end.

That voice?!

Where had she heard that soft spoken voice before? It sounded so familiar to her?

"Do I know you?" she stammers feeling flustered.

"Sorry, I should say why I am in touch. You do know me. Very well. Everyone knows of me" he chuckles.

She gasps as of now she was wide awake. She sits straight up. Waiting for him to say indeed who she thought he was.

"Michael. Michael Jackson" he informs her.

"Oh my....GOD" she exclaims with excitement.

♥☆♥

Then her clumsy self-drops the phone receiver on the floor. She scrambles down to get the phone off the floor. She could hear him laughing on the other end. "Michael sorry about that sir" she stammers as she laughs to.

"You must be wondering why I am calling" he says to her.

"Well, I am yes why are you calling me?" she wonders.

"I saw you were in town. And I watched you on tv the other day. I could not get you off my mind after the story you told. I want to help you. I will get you the best lawyer I can to keep Yolanda behind bars" he offers.

"That is so kind of you Mr. Jackson but you do not have to do that" she nervously says. He was so kind. She loved hearing his voice on the phone. He sounded so sexy her cheeks were growing rosy.

"I want to. Please allow me" he offers.

"Alright sir you can contact my father to discuss the details" she tells him. "he is my manager" she reminds him.

"Abraham" he says. "right"

"What else can I do for you Mr. Jackson?" she asks.

"I would like to meet up. With you and your band actually" he tells her. "I want to go on tour soon. And I would love to have you as my opening act" he explains.

She nearly drops the phone again. This was the big time. To open for Michael Jackson. Thee Michael Jackson? King Of Pop! What an honor it was. He chose her? She grins happily.

♥☆♥

"Thank you so much for your generous offer Mr. Jackson" she breaths out.

"Michael. Call me Michael" he demands.

"Oh, Michael thank you. But I do not plan on going on tour. I am not sure when I will get back on stage. I have so much debt right now. I need to focus on cleaning up Yolanda's mess" sighs Selena.

"I can help with that" offers Michael.

"Oh no this is my mess" she stammers. "No thank you sir"

"Michael" he laughs deeply.

"Michael, sorry" she giggles.

"Will you do me a favor?" he asks her.

"Certainly" she agrees.

"Take my number. And if you change your mind, call me" he demands.

"Oh, that I can do" she giggles.

She grabs a pen. Then he gives her a phone number. She makes sure she writes it down correctly on the pad of paper on the nightstand there.

♥☆♥

"I do hope you change your mind. I would love to work with you Selena" he tells her.

"Thank you for the opportunity Mr. Jackson. Maybe one day" she says softly.

"Talk to you sometime. Maybe we'll meet soon" he tells her cheerfully.

"I would love to meet up" she answers.

"I can arrange that. I would love to meet you and your family" he says. "how about a lunch date before you go back home?" he offers.

"Seriously?" she gasps.

"Yes" he answers.

"Where? When?" she giggles with delight.

"How about here at my ranch. Neverland?" he offers. "it is most private" he tells her.

"Oh, wow I would love to sir" she rambles out. "Yes" she says. "I accept"

"Great let's set up this meeting" he tells her. They chat about the details. "I look forward to meeting you Selena" he says. "See you very soon" he says before they hang up.

"Wow!" Selena exclaims. "Michael" she breaths out his name as she glances at the paper with his number on it.

It really happened. She had Michael call her. Wow.

♥☆♥

"Selena? We are back" calls out Chris.

"Baby guess what?" Selena squeals as she rushes to his side. Suzette was with him.

"What is going on?" asks Suzette curiously.

"Michael Jackson called me!" yells Selena.

Their eyes grow wide.

"Nooooo" squeals Suzette.

"He did and he invited us all out to eat over at Neverland" she tells them. "This week"

"Why?" stammers a shocked Chris.

"Get this, he wants us to go on tour with him" declares Selena.

"Oh MY GOD" screams Suzette. "tell the man yes!"

"No, I am not ready to go yet" warns Selena.

"Come on Sel" whines Suzette.

"It is too soon Suze" warns Chris as he places a protective arm on Selena's shoulders.

She smiles at him.

"Come on sis! Michael" groans Suzette.

"I know you want to. Maybe one day" says Selena. "not yet" she says sternly.

"Fine kill joy" sighs Suzette. "dream killer"

"Oh hush!" laughs Selena.

"We have to tell AB" says Suzette.

"And dad" adds Selena.

"Come on let's go tell them the good news" says Chris.

He kisses her. "you deserve all this Selena. You are so amazing" Chris tells her.

"Thanks babe" she says as she smiles at him.

Little did she know that day would change her life forever. And for the better when Michael walked into her world.