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August 21, 2019
Harrah, United States

I'm disappointed
Each time I sit down
To write my life's story
Where to begin?
Day one
Birth?
NO
Conception?
Definitely not
Repressed memories
I can't remember
But can't suppress
Traces of childhood
Cloudy at best
Fast forward
To formative years
Where the pain began
A cycle of uncertainty and redundancy
And frustration with no end
Did my delusions begin then?
Were they omnipresent
Omniscient
Mad rush to the ending
Which keeps extending
And lending itself
To the myth that I may not die
Having never truly lived
Second guess myself
Can I bare to let someone indifferent
Unbiased
Write my book
When I'm dead?
So much I've hidden
To passersby
That I thought someone
Somewhere might find
This torture...

SUNSET LOVE
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August 19, 2019
 

We all are prisoners in this world,
Some of dreams and some of desires.

Kamran

SUNSET LOVE
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August 15, 2019
 

Photochallenge

Just a kiss on forehead
Never be enough
Pull me close to you
Let me merge into your warmth.

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LET'S FALL IN LOVE
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August 15, 2019
 

She's a poem
But she's full of pain
She's the sun
But she can't see
the day
She's the moon
Because she is not tired
of giving her smile to others
She's a flower
bloomed from pain.
She's so strong
and so fragile. -Maya

LET'S FALL IN LOVE
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August 13, 2019
 

Thank you for this lovely time.
It’s bliss to enjoy the warmth
of summer in a northern clime.
Thank you Universe, for a chance
to regroup; such a gentle reprieve!
Thank you for all of our Blessings
Given because we dared to believe!

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LET'S FALL IN LOVE
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August 11, 2019
 

Bonjour mon amour,
depuis que tu attend cette lettre la voilà enfin désolée pour se petit retard.

WHITE CLOCK
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August 10, 2019
 

Sometimes I look at the moon
As she gathers all her stars.
I wonder if some time soon
We will all get back to ours.
Sometimes I look at the sun
And she shares all her rays.
I wonder if it’s pure fun
To chase them as they play.
Sometimes I watch the stars
As they run from the moon.
Like little laughing children
Trying not to go home too soon!

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WHITE CLOCK
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August 8, 2019
Oregon City, United States

And that hole just keeps on growing.
Feeding on the sadness.
The empty could fill worlds with that thick molasses grief
That your almost willing to drown in.
Just so you won’t forget
Their life was also yours.

WHITE CLOCK
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August 7, 2019
 

Words lose their weight and become anorexic through mis and overuse. Words like stunning are tossed and cheapened in the clearance bin of tools of flattery. It isn't till you are actually stunned by pulchritude that you are subject to the gravity of such a word... it pulls in the panorama of vision and thought till that very scene is all that can be seen or contemplated. In an old world alley, amongst old world architecture, an old world beauty represented the consummate architecture of the heavens... and for the first time in my life I was stunned by such a sight... an emaciated word became salubrious.
C.M. Cooper

ORIGINAL
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August 6, 2019
 

“Patawad”

“Paalam”

“Salamat sa lahat”

“Balang araw”

Sana ikaw nalang...”

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ORIGINAL
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August 5, 2019
 

         Here comes the sun and
A new day dawns, renewing
               The stage for rebirth.

                                                JD

*Rebirth*
Photo credit JerseyBex
#HereComesTheSun #Aug19WEchallenge song title poetry

DREAM, BELIEVE, ACHIEVE
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August 5, 2019
 

#WeeklyChallenge

Words to be used:
* SWIMMING
* PAINTING
* MARBLE

She had been SWIMMING against the tide for as long as she could remember.
Unwanted by her teenage mother from the point of conception, she had learnt that life could be unfair.

The fortunate ones, with their fairy-tale ideology and a perfect start on their side, would liken life to a PAINTING with so much "hidden beauty" within it to live for. But this only ever sounded fatuous and jejune to Charlotte - and she never missed an opportunity to tell these know-it-alls, it was so - though it was in a far more offensive and rebellious manner!

Charlotte was now thirteen - the age her mother was when she finally gave her up ...

CAN’T STAND THIS
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August 1, 2019
Karachi, Pakistan

*House of Dreams*

Do you remember,
The house we built?
On the riverbed,
In forest quiet.
Our dreams forging,
The walls and doors,
And our little love,
Painting them pretty.
We made our rooms,
With space for two;
Two sofas, two mugs,
Toothbrushes two.
A tiny cabin built,
For you and me,
Our little home,
For our forever.
It is there still,
Along the riverbed,
The sound of water,
Haunting my dreams.
As I lay struggling,
On the broken bed,
The chill in air,
Driving away my sleep.
Do come and visit,
To see for yourself,
Everything’s the same,
As the day you left.
The paint cracked,
The floorboards creaking,
One sofa, one mug,
One toothbrush stashed.
I tried so hard,
To leave this house,
To escap...

POOJA WAHANE SUBMISSION
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July 31, 2019
 

Anxiety has gotten the best of me this year.

When I went to school 2 winters ago, I was on a low dose of Effexor to help me. It calmed my nerves but rounded off every emotion. I tapered off of it when I woke up one morning and calmly thought of killing myself. I knew those thoughts weren’t mine and they scared me.

I went on a family trip down to Calgary this past weekend and the car ride made me anxious. My stomach clenched up and hurt. I was surrounded by family that I missed and don’t see often, but still, I couldn’t wait to be home.

My husband doesn’t really understand, but he doesn’t give me a hard time about it. I love him but wish I didn’t feel like this.

Anxiety makes me feel craz...

SUPER HERO OR VILLAIN?
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July 26, 2019
 

Many people cry when some body dies but I wonder why they don't cry when someone is born yet it seems that to die is better than to be born because someone is resting from the hustles this world.

Daniel

WRITING IS LIFE
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July 24, 2019
Oklahoma City, United States

Continue to give thanks
For the good people who
Lift your soul to reach the
Highest of heights!
Pray for those people who
wrestle with the stress and struggles of daily life.
Know that you are special  and that you are very well loved.
For you are so precious in this vast ocean of the the universe that I found you!
And I love you very much!

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STRONGER TOGETHER
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July 22, 2019
Oregon City, United States

Oh,
I know from all the fractures and broken bits
that you won’t be there when you say you will
and those pretty words were only ever ornaments.
Never meant to be anything more than pretty.

ORIGINAL
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July 21, 2019
Baltimore, United States

Softly I am drawn ...

... to her essential nature ...

   ... sensual longing ...

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ELEVEN MINUTES
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July 20, 2019
 

We might never be where we want to be but we'll always reach where we have to be.

- Friyana

200TH SKYLARK CHALLENGE
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