• Books weren’t really my personal companion growing up. I did enjoy some colorful illustrations from my fairy tale books or school readings. Pictures spoke more to me than words did. Maybe because I was still learning my letters, but still this was me until that “magical” moment came. A time…

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  • Pavement

    Pavement

    Stones and pebbles covered the floor A few green grass growing in between There’s a faint smell flowing Smoky, muddy, sweet, but hard “Walk!” a low voice shouts behind Someone bumps a small girl on the right My feet shake and lose balance Hit my knee to one rough rock…

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  • Guest

    Guest

    The clock strikes three-thirty Everyone stayed quiet and still A glass shattered on the table No one was silent, screams! Everyone, all at the same time The doors locked suddenly People hammering them to be free One screamed, he got splinters on his hands Then the place slowly lit up…

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    Books for an Old Soul

    This post contains affiliate links. If you buy through them, I may earn a small commission at no extra cost to you. Personally, there is a different feeling whenever I flip through pages of books. The new and the old ones, I tend to be more attracted to the latter.…

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    Midnight

    “I want to see a rainbow,” Abie said. “Alright, tomorrow,” Mom answered while she was in bed. “No! I want to see it today,” the young girl insisted. “Don’t do this darling. Mommy can’t walk you there today. Tomorrow instead.” “Why? You never keep your promise,” Abie ran out the…

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    Little Moves

    Annie dances across the room, pointing one foot every after three steps. With her pastel blue dress, she steps on burning charcoals everywhere. Then she hears a whisper above, “Honey, dinner’s ready.” She opens her eyes. She’s back to her white covered bed, only moving her eyes to answer “Yes”

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    Soft

    I remember Hans walked slowly, looking down on his foot. He was counting every brick, I guess. He greeted me every day, but I thought he forgotten it that day. But I saw him in the middle of the road. It was a busy hour, and I rushed to call…

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    Lucky Star

    A lucky star for one night Can brighten even the saddest child Across the room at one corner there A heart pounding, praying well Though time flies by quickly The dream made a fool of the innocent Cruelty faced the lucky star It’s a fake, cried the child Wish and…

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    Steps

    Step one, two, three Up and down the road Watching each crack Seeking some light Dark and fallen apart Some color pops out Life comes rushing back Thank you, only words Leaves fall and dry Future seems far Hello rarely echoes Heart beats faster Smaller steps one Second fall harder…

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    Catching the Soul

    The soul gets sucked out of everything A skeleton stands with life-like moves Walking, watching, wavering fools Searching for air to set as one’s own Circling the town day and night Scratching the skull that hangs upright Dents form as time passes by Some more pressure and holes shall explode…

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