My World... My Voice... My Dreams...

  Hi Everyone! Welcome to Entry II of  The Luminary Chronicles.  It's been a hot minute since I published my last entry. I couldn't brainstorm any ideas exactly for this entry, so I decided to trust the right side of my brain for once and just go with the flow, you know? RIGHT: That's right, today's all about me! I know y'all got tired last time bc of LEFT, so I shoved her away. * Literally shoves LEFT away * Hmmm...I'm starting to regret completely eliminating the left side of my brain for this... OK, get yourself together.  Let's begin with the answer to my last question.  The answer : Pencil Lead As the title says, today I'm... RIGHT: WE! ...we ; are going to talk about confidence. I'm not really sure either, but let's see where this takes us. As always, my brain doesn't know where to start, so I'll begin with a basic question: What is confidence?  It's more about security. Think of it this way, everyone has a very unique DNA struc...

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 This one’s about Harry Potter<3 Emerald eyes Emerald eyes I could fall in; Like the basilisk’s tales once told. Turn my sorrows will you please? Into treasured gold. And the black frames rest on porcelain skin; They protect the green glass with their might. And a scar rests on his forehead; A lightning sign of light. And his stories are noble as he; And he dreamed once to be free; From the curse of an old evil trait; And then he met his fate. For help these eyes I could get lost in. And the arms that shield me from the world. For the emerald glass in moonlight; In those lies my world. And through the glasses they pierced my soul; Looking for lies that reside not; For when I’m in this moment with the green eyes; They’re the only existence that matters. Emerald eyes of hope and truth; Emerald eyes defeat the cruel. Emerald eyes engulf my world. Emerald eyes where lies my pearl. And that there is the pearl of love. And that there lies a reason to fight for. And that there is the k...

  I wrote this poem on Ron from Hermione‘s POV- Ocean eyes Those ocean eyes of the deep blue sea, Those ocean eyes of possibility,  Those locks of red, A mess as pretty, As the freckles specked on porcelain, And flecks of gold in the blue. The humour woven into souls of the brave, Ocean eyes watch me as I dig my own grave. Ocean eyes of wonder, ocean eyes of true. Ocean eyes of the second youngest. Ocean eyes of the least earnest. But yet they stay forever my favourite, And I’ll look for them every morning. For it is those that have protected me. For it is those I’ve looked for, Hope and possibility. - Prisha Kapadia