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“Look at it. Isn’t it beautiful?” “A rocking chair? What’s so beautiful about that thing, Homer?” “Because it’s antique. Because it survived the attempts of time to break it. And because it’s the 158th in my collection.” “Well, with the amount of money you spent on that old chair, you could just have bought our granddaughter the latest iPhone she was asking you for.” “And then buy her another when the screen’s broken a month later? No thanks. I will never waste my money on something that weak, Marjorie.” “You’re impossible!” &ldqu

We used to sleep in the same bed And make love in there And also on the old leather sofa Or in the kitchen by the sink We used to kiss under the blanket And on the porch And in the living room While watching an old rom-com We used to hold hands on the streets For we like the feel Of our hands locked together We used to dream together About our future We dreamt of having Five kids, A red car, A house by the river, A dog named Oliver We used to be so happy We used to be the happiest But that's just how we used to be What we used to be We used to be so in love But not anymore.

      I was sitting on the couch, watching a Johnny Depp film on TV, eating potato chips and sipping Diet Coke from its can when I felt my phone vibrate. I took it out of my pants pocket and looked at the screen to know who the caller is.      Genevieve, the phone read. I immediately answered the call.      "Hey, honey!" I said. I imagined my girlfriend five kilometers away from my apartment, watching the same lame movie I'm watching.      "Jared.." Genevieve said from the other end of the line.      "Yep?"      "I think you're in love with someone else. We're done, Jared. This relationship's over." That was all she said and the line wen

   FIRST YEAR       They say that the eyes are the windows to our souls and the mirror of what we really feel inside.       My story? It all started with a pair of sad eyes which belonged to one of the girls in my school. I was a freshman at that time. I don't really know anyone.       On the first day of class, I saw this girl with the sad eyes. She was walking alone in the hallway amidst all the students who were so busy looking for their respective classrooms. I followed her. She went inside a classroom so I went inside too.       I sat down on the chair beside her. I stared at her.       The teacher started calling out the names of the s

Like a book,      I have a beginning, I have an end      Whatever the story is, whatever is me      You won't really know            unless the content you see Like a book,      I am criticized, I am appreciated      I am loved, I am hated      I'm not perfect but I'm good      But still I need revisions            from time to time Like a book,      I am filled with words waiting to be read      I am not a blank sheet waiting to be inked      Read me! Read me!      Take me off the bookshelf in the library

L With a blade you wrote on my heart O You continued and I endured the hurt V I was pained more and more E You were done and wrote no more I stared at your masterpiece, At my heart, bruised and bloody L-O-V-E Love, that's what you wrote A four-letter word Short and simple But can kill like a rifle Oh yes! Love hurts like a blade on flesh And it's another word for mess

      "You murderer!" my husband, Ford shouted at me. The stare he was giving me was sharper than knife. The love I once saw in his eyes when he looks at me now forever gone.      Standing inside the prison cell, behind the cold bars, I stared back at him with tears on my face. "I'm so sorry, Ford." I managed to say while crying.      "Sorry? What can your sorry do? Will it bring him back? Will it bring him back, Selena? Huh?"      I sat down on the cold cement floor, my hands on my face. "Sorry. I didn't mean to do it," I looked him in the eyes. "but I have to."      "Aaaaaaah!" I heard Adrien's loud shout from upstairs. I left what

She looks like a flower that's so pretty And I feel like I'm in paradise when she's with me I love her as big as the sea And she returned that love by swimming there happily I want her here always by me But I just can't let that be.. Because I love her.. You, you make me so happy And without you there's just a missing part of me You may think that's so corny But that's just the truth my baby I want you forever with me But I just can't let that be.. Because i love you.. I don't know who to choose I don't know who to loose So I'd rather walk away Than hurt you both if I stay I love her and I love you But it's so hard to love

      "Juliet! Juliet's dead!" I heard the shout of my son, Italo. I ran downstairs. I found Italo crying, facing his fishbowl. Inside the fishbowl were two fishes, the other is motionless, floating in the water, upside down. The other fish is still alive, circling round and round its dead mate.       "Juliet's dead, mama." Italo cried still. "What will happen to Romeo without her?"       "He'll live, honey."       I stared at the dead fish again. It was my gift for Italo's fourth birthday. I had asked him what he wanted

      Here I am, prisoned in this dark place, still shocked after seeing my wife's death.       Yes, I saw all of it: The knife on her neck, their laughters, her cries, the blood.       Oh God, the blood! I didn't even try to save her because I was too afraid.       I'm the worst husband in the world!       So, here I am, crying, crying, crying. Mourning for the loss that I could never get back.       What have we done to them for us to deserve this? Was this l