Ivy-Devi

"Shiva wait up!" 4 year old Parvati panted breathlessly. "You're going too fast!" He laughed and sped up a moment before he slowed to a stop and waited. She stopped for a break, catching up to her best friend, "you can't go so far with me!" "I'll carry you then, you'll ruin your sari this way anyway." "I hate my sari," she scoffed. "Your Amma would kill is both if you ruined it," he pulled her into his back and ran nearly as quick as he could before. He stopped in a beautiful area in the forest, with a stream and a cave. Sliding off his back, she rushed to the cave gazing in awe at the alter with their namesakes' mertis set up with chocolate

I’m scared and upset, I feel cold and alone, Even if I have friends, No one can replace you, I leave messages, But when it’s me you ignore your phone, I try to tell you I’m hurt, But you ignore me, You don’t understand, From your friendship I won’t be freed, If you have to go, Will you please set me free? Explain to me why you want to leave, Give me a logical reason, I’ll never hate you, I don’t know why, I’m not capable of hate, Not really, Sometimes I just think so in my mind, I’m angry yes, But that is not hate, I’m breaking for sure, But talking to you would be the cure, I’

I have a question, Come and answer it please, I need to know, If you even like me, I did nothing wrong, This I know for sure, But you act like I did, And it’s nothing but pure hurt, I have a question, Come now, Answer it, Please be kind, Am I even your friend? Because you’re certainly mine.

I stepped into the dining room for breakfast. I was in a satin brown dress with a sky blue sash, I didn’t like sating but I kept this to myself. I’m sure Phylys was stressed enough. My hair was combed and curled and held up in a high ponytail with a ribbon that matched my sash, gems glittered in my hair and on my neck and around my wrists. My ears held dangling earrings that swirled like ribbons of gold, I had on brown flats that matched the colour of my dress exactly, and I had white stockings underneath it all. I had on a moderate amount of makeup which was mostly foundation, there was brown eye shadow above my eyes and lip glos

I was a village girl when I was born… I had the beginning of my childhood in a village… poor and deprived as the rest of them. Maybe more deprived than some. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father committed suicide at the thought of living without her. With no thought of how he was abandoning his baby daughter he killed himself. That’s what I’ve been told anyway. I don’t remember my parents. I was too young by far at the time, but I know that life isn’t the same without parents, especially as a child.  Especially  in the villages. Children were deprived in the villages when they did have parents

There's a chance that I could fall And not come back And never regret a thing I'd never get back on track Sometimes I used to just want to scream and break things when I was upset, hurt myself, hurt my room, hurt the people around me. Ever since my mom died, I didn’t want to be nice or have friends, because they didn’t understand, no one could possibly understand the pain, and no one could possibly make it better. So I wanted to break everything and scream. Darkness all around me, I can't find the light, I let it all surround me, Giving up without a fight. But I didn’t, I was quiet; I kept to myself, never made friends,

It's time for a change, This has gone on too long, This silent war, It's stupid and wrong, We're family we can't go on like this, No matter what's been done in the past, I promise right now, That I'm letting it pass, They're silly things long gone, It's time to fix this, This heal our wounds, To start being friends, To just start anew, You did things I don't like, Things that hurt then, But don't matter now, Your self-esteem's low, I think I can fix that, So I'll build you up, And we'll both get a cousin back, This silent war will not be won, It's over now, We can both give in, Or neither can, we can say it both ways,

I heard my door open. I sat up in bed to see my little nine-year-old sister Brooke in the doorway, eyes wide and teary. “J-Jessie, I’m scared,” she choked. Of course she was. Tomorrow I’d have to leave. Starting tomorrow I wouldn’t see her for years. Not until she was a few years older anyway. Kiaria and I should have been taken sooner but we’d hidden, far from our homes. Every year. I knew I couldn’t hide anymore. I could refuse and make a point but I couldn’t hide forever. The government would come and take me to become a soldier tomorrow, and Brooke would be left here with no one but mother t

I heard a knock on the door. I’d been resting at the time, not really asleep, just relaxing a little. I tried to ignore it but the knock came again and sighing, I slowly sat up, taking my time as I headed over to my bedroom door, opening it in the middle of another knock. Jessie stood in the doorway looking nervous; the nervousness was a mask to hide her total anxiety and pain though, which was quite clear to me. “Is everything okay?” I asked, even though it obviously wasn’t. “I’m leaving today,” she said softly, “In a few minutes actually.” “Leaving? Where?” I raised my eyebr

March 15th Well… I know I said I needed to stay but ah… I couldn't take it anymore…so… I left… again… but I did go straight home this time and convinced Umi I could be good without help. Well this weekend, I'll be going out of town with Jessie, Ashlyn, and Brooke… that should be nice for a change, Jessie and Brooke have friends who let us use their retreat house sometimes, just for the heck of it. So we're gunna use it for dance practice! We haven't danced in a while, and ah… well… I don't like Ashlyn much… we're kind of enemies… she hates me and I hate her… and she steps on my with high heels and I try to kill her… and Jessie breaks it u