• Every now and then I find myself conflicted with the proper ideas to build a story or to write a poem. There are a lot of factors which I think are mostly distractions. I find inspirations in the most unusual time. Just a view from something different can bring inspirations.…

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    Waiting for the rain to come But wishing for it to disappear Once it comes to visit longer Cursing its existence and wailing under Maintaining a purpose to life Changing the chances as it comes Pain faces disapproval way beyond The lines focusing along the front Dreams come and go…

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  • Finding the Right Time

    Watching the sky turn its hues on, I imagine how wonderful the chances I have to find time at least to see this gift. People almost always spend their time being busy. They are checking their watches, updating their social media, walking, running. Everyone seeks no more than to find…

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    Young and Old

    People come up close Sharing smiles, stories retold Everyone’s busy remembering Tales of their childhood memories Years are only numbers to count But experiences give wonders all about The life, high, fly, and low Well-kept in an old bright glow Even fifty years ahead Schoolmates still remain Connected by heart…

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  • Fickle

    Fickle

    Raindrops keep on tapping my window. They try to go through the roof. Each drop stays on the glass and leave for a while. I simply stare and bare the cold covering my feet, going up my legs. I lay lazily on the sofa, trying to scribble some profound words…

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    Erasures

    Erasures

    If only time could tell me why I’m choosing to be crazy at times Always trying to find a rhyme To describe my sad, lonely life I do have friends around me But I don’t see them much often Still I appreciate their company Saving me the time for my…

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  • Limits

    Limits

    No break in between doesn’t make John a dull boy No break in between makes John jump to a pit of fire Anger, hatred, and pity sucks the life within I have to go away to keep myself safe Living for today is not enough I have to live for…

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  • Burnout

    Smiling, stretching the muscles for as long as it can But every move leads to heart break The smile is falling down slowly Clenching the palm to keep the heat Holding back the tears, Breaking voice in between Keeping the anger within

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    Lazy Days

    Lazy Days

    Jenny wakes up at six in the morning Stares at the blue sky above Closes her eyes and goes back to her dreams She is safe, she feels safe Half past six in the morning She feels the sting from the burning sun It’s time to work, time to walk…

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  • Books for November

    This month I surely enjoyed the pleasure of buying these hard-to-find books. ^^ This serves as my early Christmas gift for myself . Unless, other wonderful books or some great planner come along later this month. Most of these books I remember from my childhood. I mostly remember them through…

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