Aruna Bassie

“Found + Lost & Lost + Found ” by Aruna Bassie

Submitted to Contest #92

Found + Lost & Lost + Found  Once upon a time there was a overly sensitive sweet little girl as happy-go-lucky as anybody could be..... She loved living in her head’s “LaLaLand” and lived loving straight from her in all reality! Don’t get me wrong she made millions of mistakes (double meaning pun intended) and held even more regrets thus far, But all the hatred she had for her most hated actions were absolutely nothing in comparison to the loved she got from her Mother, Sandra. See despite being born with a white-golden spoon in h...

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“Last train for the night!” by Aruna Bassie

Submitted to Contest #90

She opened her eyes slowly and to her surprise she found herself sitting in the corner quietly on a train filled to its capacity of people still struggling trying to enter eagerly. Confused in a corner she looked right around to find some sort of a familiar face to help her get atleast one answer but sadly due everyone else on board hustling with such pace she unfortunately ended up staying in her seat with no new found ease and still so much unanswered questions which kept her far away from finding any peace. Finally the train whistle blew ...

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“At the Eleventh (11th) hour” by Aruna Bassie

Submitted to Contest #89

At the Eleventh (11th) hour....... My Mother is a bigger part of me than me that’s why it has become so hard to self love for me, So I started to self medicate with any and all type of weed ..... Normally anytime I wanted to do something somewhat wrong he’d get upset  But a week ago when I asked him to hook me up he got through faster than he did to win our dollar bet  The Saturday before we started with brownies and tea behind a closed door  Then this Sunday the day before after floating high through the week while still fe...

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“How the Gods stole Christmas ” by Aruna Bassie

Submitted to Contest #89

How the Gods stole Christmas....... Before there was a warmth trapped within the coldness at the end of each and every year  After there isn’t any amount of blankets or comforter to give any comfort since you’re not longer physically here  The lights no longer shine as bright as they use to and that glimmer they hold that once upon a time I believed to be magic in the air has now turned into a reflection of all the endless tears  from the first day of the last month I use to sit up at night making so many wishes yet somehow ...

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“Soul digger!” by Aruna Bassie

Soul digger! Cheers to the story that someone ought to tell: by the river bank filled with high water of hell among all the bush lives a black sheep of a boy who continuously cries wolf, Walking through the pebbles in his mind; he wanders from one thing to a next in everything causing him to change with the end of each moonlight like a ware wolf..... He claims to like being all alone exiled in his own little forest but then without any notice you’d see him traveling in his paid pack of lamentable lone wolves; All wanting to see the full gl...

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“My God , I’m your fool!” by Aruna Bassie

Submitted to Contest #87

Fool me once ..... Fool me once : I wouldn’t even blame you ; I’d blame myself thinking I should have seen the signs , focusing on how I could be that dunce. Fool me twice : I’d expect you to think you were already on thin ice , instead of just believing I’m just not that nice. Fool me thrice : rather than realizing you have issues , why would I choose to think it’s my fault for I’m the cause of our relationship lacking enough sugar & spice. Fool me for the forth time : I still can understand your immature boy’s toys thought process wh...

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“What the spring can bring ” by Aruna Bassie

Submitted to Contest #86

What the spring can bring  There I was on the official first day of spring  Surrounded by countless beautiful flowers all of which different memories with each they bring  Every flower different from one another in so many different ways but still all manage to send my tears rolling away  I became intrigued by the various intense colours which only made all my memories all the more vivid  For any colour that caught my eye caused me to recall my Mother and her many colourful dresses that she wore so elegantly comfor...

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