They say I looked back out of curiosity.
But I could have had other reasons.
I looked back mourning my silver bowl.
Carelessly, while tying my sandal strap.
So I wouldn't have to keep staring at the righteous nape
of my husband Lot's neck.
From the sudden conviction that if I dropped dead
he wouldn't so much as hesitate.
From the disobedience of the meek.
Checking for pursuers.
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What if I told you I like you?
Would you still treat me the same?
What if I told you I liked you several times since 8th grade?
Would you still maintain our friendship?
You have no idea what goes on in my mind and heart, although I really hope that you do.
I wish you knew, but I don't want to tell you
Because I know how it will end.
I'm not the type of girl you like, although I really wish I was.
I'm not as pretty as her, nor am I as smart as her. I don't want to be like her, but maybe, just maybe, if I was like her, you might have looked at me the way you did to her.
I wish this were in one of those books that I have read. Then there might be a chance of a plot twist, and maybe you like me back as well.
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Today I opened wide my eyes,
And stared with wonder and surprise,
To see beneath November skies
An apple blossom peer;
Upon a branch as bleak as night
It gleamed exultant on my sight,
A fairy beacon burning bright
Of hope and cheer.
'Alas! ' said I, 'poor foolish thing,
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When looking back I dimly see
The trails my feet have trod,
Some hand divine, it seems to me,
Has pulled the strings with God;
Some angel form has lifeward leaned
When hope for me was past;
Some love sublime has intervened
To save me at the last.
For look you! I was born a fool,
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Oceanic dawn
at the center
of my life,
waves like grapes,
the sky's solitude,
you fill me
and flood
the complete sea,
the undiminished sky,
tempo
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Undertone of horror
Overture of pain
Melody of sickness
Resignation to the shame
Minor notes that crack like ice
From the tsunami below
The unchangeable blow of fate
Damage that will never show
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What if I told you I like you?
Would you still treat me the same?
What if I told you I liked you several times since 8th grade?
Would you still maintain our friendship?
You have no idea what goes on in my mind and heart, although I really hope that you do.
I wish you knew, but I don't want to tell you
Because I know how it will end.
I'm not the type of girl you like, although I really wish I was.
I'm not as pretty as her, nor am I as smart as her. I don't want to be like her, but maybe, just maybe, if I was like her, you might have looked at me the way you did to her.
I wish this were in one of those books that I have read. Then there might be a chance of a plot twist, and maybe you like me back as well.
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Despondent from the hurtful things she said,
The words of anger ringing in my head.
Upon my bed I cry and pray to You,
And often wonder if Your word is true.
But who am I to doubt Your tender love,
When You have shown me mercies from above?
The God Who made the world, the sky and sea
Sees me for who I am, and still loves me.
Almighty One who calls the stars by name
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If not for hope would we survive? It’s only hope that keeps us alive. When we are blue and tears we shed, if not for hope in pain we tread.
In midst of storm where fears stride, solely hope remains our guide. When seas are rough and tides are strong, we pray and sing a hopeful song.
When we are weak and from pain we roar, with hope we walk a sandy shore. When we are stressed unable to cope, green and yellow are the colours of hope.
We find hope in life and love, it’s symbolised in a white dove. Peace and prosperity the symbol brings, luck and fidelity and warmer Springs.
Saleh Ben Saleh
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Past lives come and go
People and moments slip away
Sometimes new ideas and hope sink below
As time marches on and trudges through the snow
The ones that really matter stay
Past lives come and go
Things get lost and slip away in the flow
Things you love seem to fade away
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