Mangoes Stories

The quotes on the cover of this poem book that does not have ~ means they are by me, if they have a ~ that means someone else made up the quote and i am giving them credit.These are my poems, some are depressing, some are all loving and cute and well, the others are eeer.. let's just say I do not know how to explain.. If you like it please vote and comment.. thank you. I hope you guys do like it. These poems are from when I was in 6th grade up until now (9th grade...and probably more). This is probably going to be the first book, I do not know about the other books, but as soon as I finish writing (like complete the notebook, no more pages to write on and start another, then I will create a new poem book) this one, I will try to keep it up. I hope you all like it. Also, I dedicate this book to all my friends and family. My poems to me are like a diary, except a diary that I can share with the world, and those truly close to me, knowing me-better than I know myself, can understand it the way I wrote it. But, those who don't understand me, can interpret it in a million different ways, like a piece of art... We never know what the artist was thinking when they/drew the picture/painting...Its the same way with poems, at least for me.

ten peoms on things about me, including mangoes.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ~⋆˚.•✩‧₊⋆ .•ᰔᩚ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧. "You know, mangoes are her favourite fruit." He liked her, she liked him and Mangoes~⋆˚.•✩‧₊⋆.•ᰔᩚ The perfect love story ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 by Sophie Sharm & Diana Pascar

Chandravati - Lit by the moon The dark sky was lit by the moonlight and the dazzling stars. The moon is in his full glory tonight. Summer night is lingered with the fragrance of mangoes and jasmine. Noises made by children cries pleading their mothers to play for some more time could still be heard,overtone by the rustles of the leaves as she moved towards the mango tree and gazed the beloved mama of the world. "Will you be Ruchi to my cooking," asked Advay surprising Ruchi. She stared at him noting the serious eyes, though it was dark and the only source of light was the moon she could still see his expressions and recognize the sincerity in his voice. A small smile crept on her face. "Perhaps-" she replied still smiling. Though he smiled, it did not reach his eyes. She didn't fail to notice the disappointment in his eyes. "-yes for a lifetime" This time, not only his eyes but heart,also rejoiced at her words. Lifetime... lifetime...lifetime... These words kept running in his mind. Maybe his lifetime came to an end and he knew it would if not now but someday. He knew it the moment he accepted the case. It was inevitable, and Harit gladly accepted the challenge he was going to lose. A battle he might win at the cost of his death in his own hands.

(on-going) Emma Emerson had everything she could possibly want or needed! She was raised up on the right side of the tracks, or at least that's what they would say in the headlines. Her father Dwayne Emerson runs the towns largest Mango Plantation and almost everyone envied him for reasons she'll never understand. Everyone and everything was picture perfect......the only problem Emma had with it was that: it was all a lie! A week after her mother died, she finds a letter hidden in her bible written to a woman named Hanna. Not only does she find out that she was adopted but that she might possibly have a twin out there. When she confronts her father, he lies to her which only adds to her desire to leave her boring on schedule life and go search for this woman named Hanna. And hopefully finally find her place in this world.... Will she finally find a place where she belongs? Find out in Between the Tracks

A short story I started in the summer of 2013 and posted to my blog Valentine's Day 2014. It's my way of expressing how divorce feels, and the effects of love and loss on the brain and psyche.

•• Can't stop staring at those ocean eyes •• Burning cities and napalm skies •• Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes •• ARTHUR MORGAN X OC

Not every part of the world celebrates a cold Christmas - in the southern hemisphere things are hot and steamy. And this Christmas they could end up being hotter and more steamy than reclusive artist Megan ever expected. For Ronald John - Dementia is a biatch.

The adventures of a ninja who is only known as Ninja, and his unicorn, Mangoes. And lets be honest here; is there anything better than ninjas riding unicorns?

Mangoes Days and week goes Not a flower that rose Sweet or sour whatever This can't be forever It's seasonal, why? Is there any tie? From saffron eyes I see You are mangoes to me. So heated can't look up Fall, so that I catch you up Strong your grip is Just can plead, please! I need sweet in you and me So tall is the tree You are mangoes to me Why you are mangoes to me?

I made short visits to Anandashram in Kerala several times (see Chapters in 'Letters from India' book), then stayed for eight months, from December 1993 till August 1994. It is a wonderful place infused with the Name of God! Started by Swami Ramdas, continued by Mother Krishnabai, later run by Swami Satchidananda. See: http://www.anandashram.org/ Address: Anandashram Anandashram P.O., Kanhangad 671531 Dist. Kasaragod, Kerala, India. Tel: (0467) 2203036/ 2209477 Email: anandashram@gmail.com

Join my ¡OC Maria Clara Reyes on her meetings, moments,and adventures! This is just a bunch of short stories and there is no specifical ship in this fanfiction but their are moments which helps the plot of their story. =BEWARE= >Cussing/Cursing< >Cringe< >Google Translate< And reminder that... I DO NOT OWN HETALIA AND COVER IT BELONGS TO HIMARUYA.

A bunch of random quotes from me and my friends or random online quotes.

The relationship between and grandpa and his granddaughter has never been stronger than it is now. All he wants to do is make her happy by getting her dried mangoes. What she wants is way more complicated than drying mangoes, it's curing cancer. Based on a true story between a teenage girl and her grandpa.