MY Jewels for life

She had arrived in a flashy, red Mercedes, big and shiny. She had come alone since she was able to drive herself then. When she climbed out of the car and started down the walk, she was dressed in an elegant black dress that was folded to her slender figure as if it were a part of her body instead of an apparel to cover it. She had worn a wide brimmed hat and her neatly coiffure hair. But as she drew closer to the first of the graves, she raised the veil so I could see her face.

She was a beautiful woman with classic features, a pert nose, high cheek bones, a wide brow, and tiny chin. Her eyes were often said to haunt men’s minds. They were large, elliptical and lavender eyes, that strange mixture of hazel and deep blue that produced the lavender color. Yet, on this time, those lovely eyes were swollen, and red-rimmed and her face downward pale. I wondered I would impress her then Ryan told give her a ring or some kind of Jewelry.” What kinda of jewelry i can afford in my poor income?” I mourned. Don’t be dishearten there are beautiful jewelry which you can get at cheap prices I will go to the market and gather information about Amethyst Jewelry.

Two days later Rayn told me and I almost ignored almost all what he said as I was too engrossed thinking about her. I met her in the evening again, I could almost sense the feelings emanating from her. I saw then that she carried two roses in her left black gloved hand, one rose white and one red. With her right hand, she took the white rose and laid it with the utmost tenderness towards me. I presented to her a anklet made from the old Aquamarine Jewelry works which cost me my whole months wage,As she knelt on the still broken muddy ground by the freshly turned dirt on the grave, she was unmindful of her expensive, elegant silk stockings and black leather pumps to take a better look of the anklet.

I didn’t see her for quite a while after that, but the next week after her visit, she send me note saying that her father is going to get her married to the local sheriff and she could not come to meet me anymore and in the envelope was the anklet I once gave her.

Gambles of life

He moved from one street to another in search for every penny he had lost in the unmindful games of gambling he had indulged into after those long hours of binge drinking and weed smoking. Little did he realized that money gone in gamble was just like black hole there isn’t any coming back from there. The only way for him to survive now was to fight his way through these self inflicted adversities. Many a time wished that had he been serious in his gambling sessions at the local casino he would have as filthy rich as his friends are right now. The same friends who once used to call him The GOD with Cards. I missed my way and now I’m going to make up for it the smart way, the way his friends did.

His friends were no poker genius but rather well informed, they had knowledge about a particular online portal which provides great listing of the best poker houses with all their features, sign up amount, bonuses and extra attraction. Apart from this all such houses were rated and reviewed by it’s user to help the best casino cater to the audience.Playing with trusted casino houses has let him down as he was too lazy to inquire about the integrity of
the houses while his friends played at Top USA Online Casinos which provided guarantee payments and assured sign up bonuses as mentioned. Better late than never finally he knows the tricks of the trade and hopefully will rise like a phoenix, he is no other than my self standing outside the supermarket looking for one dollar to restart my quest in the gambles of life.

ME Myself and HER

Look back at the day it all began.
Your taste still lingers here.
Your touch still invades my world.
You got your wish.
But what about mine?

How long is this going to last?
Some questions have no answers…
Some things are better left unsaid…
Some words are never spoken…
They are felt.
I am still dreaming.
I wish I could wake up.

You still have that effect on me.
It rains because I still cry.
Why do I run away?
I wish you could know why I do this.
I can still hear you breathe.
I can still smell your scent.
I wonder why I love you still?

I don’t know you anymore.
But I know my scars.
I can show you.
Are you ready?
Do you even remember me?
Do you even read this?
She does.

She knows I am wounded but loves me still.
Who’s love is greater?
Mine or her’s?
I hope love does not do the same to us.
She tries to fix me,
and makes a bigger mess.
She tries to love me anyway.

I know you’re happy without me,
and that you are sad as well.
Is it possible to love a dead heart?
Can you answer that?
I guess it is…
because she loves me…
…and I love you.