POETRY Part two

Today

Today,
I woke up in afternoon
strains of yesterday
was falling in my wind

I walked down
from my bed of thorn
all the dreams were pretty
and they are only dreams

Today,
I sang the song of past
so sad it made cry
oh, how I missed the voice

I tried to remember
his yesterday face
his apology and
my weak heart

And today,
I picked up my comb
my hair was darker
than darkness

And I questioned the mirror,
whose is this pretty face
which it's fake blue eyes
are slowly filled with tears

BY: Tiara. R.P.

POETRY

The Last Wish

if I try to describe this
silence, no voice over my head
silence, no authority instead
my point of view became a hiss

and if I try to utter the word
fight, is what I've been doing
fight, no more battle and fighting
the blue have reached my lonely world

that we should keep our promises
I know that proverb far too well
and I saw the tiring battle so well
maybe my hope already faithless

all the blood and sweat I tear
and those of them in my skin
my sword fell, shield running thin
the ground is near, but I feel no more fear

if there is death between lives
if there is lie between deeds
I want them to know I fought hard

if there is doubt between steps
if there is tear between sins
I want them to know I believe

if there is Love in world
then I've seen it
By : Tiara R.P

SHORT STORY part Two

CROW AND PITCHER


On a very dry season, which birds were very hard to get a little water to drink, a crow found a jar containing a little water. But the pitcher was a tall pitcher with a narrow neck of the jug. After all these crows tried to drink water in the jug, he couldn't still reach it. The crow was about to feel break down n felt like to die because of thirsty.


Then he got an idea in a sudden. He then took the gravel beside the jug, then dropped into the pitcher one by one.Everytime the crow put pebbles into the jug, the surface of the water in the pitcher was gradually rising up and the crow could reach the water in.

A knowledge could help a bit our own on the right ti

SHORT STORY

ANT AND GRASSHOPPER

During the day in late autumn, a family of ants who have worked hard all summer to pick up food, dry grains that they had collected during the summer. A hungry locusts, with a violin in his hand came and pleaded with the family so that the ants were given some food for him at the moment.

"What!" the Ants yelled in surprise , "haven't you collected n prepared food for the forthcoming winter? What have u been doing all this summer"

I do not have time to pick up food, " the Grasshopper whined, " I am very busy making music, and summer has pulled through before I knew it.


The ants then shrugged his shoulders, feeling upset.


Making a song? "Said the Ant," Well, now that these songs have you completed in the summer, it is time you dance! "Then these ants turned around and continued their work without considering the Grasshopper again.


There is time to work and there is time to play.