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December 15, 2018
 

"You didn't tick the boxes, Ms Hana. We already finished those things on the list."

"You have to tick the boxes!"

"Look (pointing to the pen on my hand). You're bringing your pen along to the the toilet."

"You smell so nice now. You smelled awful the last time."

"Can you wait, please? I have to finish making this for you. I won't see you anymore."

"Teacher Hana! Dad, I can say my teacher's name now."

"Take a picture of me, please."

"I'm making your name Ms Hana (using play doh to make letters)."

"Where's my drawing I gave you the other time? Did you put it up?"

"This is for you and this and this too (while handing me pieces of paper with drawing of hearts shapes)."

"Is your silly m...

STEPANKA H.
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December 13, 2018
 

12 days before Christmas.

They say, if a door closes, it means another one will open.

I wonder, if I'm the one who closes a door, will it still willing to open up for me?

Today, I decided to write about my thoughts and curiosity on the things I've encountered this year.

Honestly, there are a lot of things going in my head since I resigned from my job. All the 'What Ifs', the confused feeling of regret, the 'What will happen now' feeling and mixed emotions of fear, excitement, and confusion. Even it was more than half a year ago, I don't know why I can't help but think of all these things.

On another note, today, I finished one of my research paper in Grad School. I was thankful for gaini...

MERRY CHRISTMAS
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December 12, 2018
 

Notes On An Unhurried Journey
Professor T. Ripaldi

"When we adults think of children, there is a simple truth which we ignore; childhood is not preparation for life; childhood is life. A child isn’t getting ready to live; a child is living. The child is constantly confronted with the nagging question: “What are you going to be?” Courageous would be the youngster who, looking the adult squarely in the face, would say, “I’m not going to be anything; I already am.”

We adults would be shocked by such an insolent remark, for we have forgotten, if indeed we ever knew, that a child is an active participating and contributing member of society from the time he is born. Childhood isn’t a time when h...

WATER IT
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October 11, 2018
 

I wonder what colors are,
just like a gust of wind bringing me your memories....

It was raining today,
the feel of the raindrops on my palms,
reminded me of you

It made me realize
"Memories are like raindrops
the tighter you grab it,  the faster it slips away"
Take me somewhere, someplace where I can just look at you all the time

My only regret is not knowing you

WHITE CLOCK
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December 8, 2018
 

To I don't know who we are now,
Its been long,I almost forgot that we were together once. Passing through all those nights and days now here I am lost in a new world. Relieved from every memory I cried for every moment to come back. Now they were no more. I moved on,leaving every thing behind. Iam back with a smile on my face. Sleep took its place and now my thoughts have become stable. No more nights were sleepless, no more nightmares hugged me. I started dreaming. Now, months later in the middle of a beautiful mess you came back. I was more happier than before. My smile has its wide version, My breath felt new and my life got exited. But realising that it's not in my physical world but it's...

BE BRAVE
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December 8, 2018
 

It's been so long but,
I still can't seem to move on with
your memories chained to my feet
and your laughter masking my tears.

© Sweedle

BE BRAVE
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December 5, 2018
 

Today is a wet, rainy day.
Shelter is scarce.
Everything is soaked.
Thoughts of you makes me feel warm.
I remember the rainy days we spent together.
The days we wouldn't leave the bed.
Keeping each other warm.
Listening to the sound of the rain.
I can still feel your arms around me.
I miss those days.
Like the past, you are gone.
I wish I could go back.
I wish I could say I love you once more.
I wish I could tell you what you meant to me.
I wish I had a goodbye.
The rain carries your memory.
Every drop carries a thought of you.

ETERNITY
December 5, 2018
 

Love 💓
       is 😇
         not 😐
              a 😉
               thing 😁
                       which 🤔
                               happens🤗
                                         suddenly...🔥
                    But
It😍
   is 😘
      a 😄
       precious💓
                    gift 🎁
                        which😉
                                 you 😇
                                      need 😍
                                               to 🤗
                                                 earn...💌

BE BRAVE
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December 5, 2018
 

#WhyIWrite

A few weeks ago, on a day
There came, a shower of rain
Gusty wind it was
And I was seated on my windowsill
With self esteem, rather low
Only thinking of my cousin bro
But then I saw a boat row
In a muddy pond by a kid, along the wind's blow
And then--- realisation
A seed I sowed
In my heart, to grow
Full of love and happiness
And uprooted the seedlings of sadness
And now I live a happy life!

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BE BRAVE
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December 4, 2018
 

Hace tiempo atrás nos dejamos de hablar.

No se si estoy bien, pero ya son unos 3 años de no estar de no conversar, si, quizás me ganó el orgullo el sin fin de veces que me buscaste, de eso hace aproximadamente de 6 años, los mismos años atrás que tengo de no abrazarte.

Sé que tardé años en buscarte, y cuando lo hice, recalcaste lo poco que me importó cada vez contactabas para arreglar los malentendidos.

Hoy somos dos perfectos desconocidos, muy diferentes a los que se reían juntos, hablaban todos los días, se contaban sus historias, sus amores y desamores.

Pero el verte el viernes a lo lejos, sin saber si me viste, me lleva a pensar muchas cosas. Entre esas muchas puedo recalcar: cuanta f...

BE BRAVE
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December 4, 2018
 

Childhood

Had had a childhood,
That I often pray to God,
Never give to anyone.
Love and care for a growing child
Had there been withheld,
What else was there for him to fondle?
Over a died childhood
Rather than a bitter past.

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BE BRAVE
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December 2, 2018
 


To the love of my life:

Summer of love and memories I can't forget.
You will never be the love I will ever regret.
Wanting it to continue, wishing for it to end.
From start to finish you remain my friend.

Like oil pastel colours I paint our canvas of blue.
You reside in my memories, a grey hue.
Come back to me, but the further you run.
Was this all a thrill to you? Just for fun?

Walk with me, just this one time.
Let me see your dirty secrets filled with grime.
My lover and then my friend.
After everything you put me through, you and I until the end.

Watch your heart break, watch it break in two.
Don't play with emotions, if you can't see it through.
Teach me to lov...

ORIGINAL
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December 2, 2018
 

My childhood...
From around age 5 to age 11 my dad worked 2 to 3 jobs at a time.
My mom worked for my grandfather.
My mom was raised Christian my dad a Catholic.
I rarely went to school. I preferred being at home
I spent almost every weekend with my grand parents, my mom's parents.
I didn't get a lot of time with my dad's side of the family.
Sometimes when my dad had time off he would either wake me up at 4 am to go fishing or pick me up from school to take me fishing.
He would take me on charter boats or we would fish off of the shoreline or pier.
My mom was always home to make dinner.
I did have a babysitter for a while. She committed suicide when I was around 8 or 9 years old.
I eventually...

GOOD THINGS TAKE TIME
December 2, 2018
 

Dear letterists,

Write about your childhood and in what ways it has made you the person you are today.

Tag your letter 'childhood'.

make your mark!

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NORTHERN LIGHTS ABOVE
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December 1, 2018
 

Someone asked me why I like pictures so much
I haven't always liked pictures but I realized that a picture is a memory
Capturing memories helps us relive them
Cause they are delicate and can fade from ones mind and be easily forgotten as time pass
They can be altered with just a bit of prompt
Every Precious memory should be remembered
So if I capture a memory with you in it, don't fret...
It's cause I love you.

Love,
Ivy.

FRESH AND FRUITY
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December 1, 2018
 

What if you were not gone
Will the old days be stucked in time
Was it the past Im looking for
Trapped in the good old days where I can still feel your warm
The smile in your lips can move the sky
The lust I see everytime I look into your eyes
Those damn hands that keeps on holding me
I keep on running as I set u free
Now let the good old times be gone.

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THE BEST IS YET TO COME
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