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 Sep 2014 Anand Acharya
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No matter how many obstacles would come your way
No matter how much sufferings you have to endure
No matter how painful every situation gets
No matter what,
Come what may,
Do not give up
Coz it is your life which is at stake.
When life gets hard,
Think of the reasons why you hold on,
Think of the reasons why you fought,
Think of the reasons why you even started,
Then maybe,
You would have more strength
To conquer any hardships
That would try to hinder you
From achieving your goals.
Its 3 a.m.

Drinking a cup of hot coffee,
Snacking on a warm, glazed, donut-
Life is simple-

Until the sun comes up!

copyright: richard riddle August 27, 2014
There will always be someone who wants what you have, for its easier to steal from someone who has already performed the work, whether a material object, idea, or talent, etc.. Someone who takes credit, where it isn't due, for what you have accomplished, worked hard to attain, or saved for a special purchase. Hence, the PLAGIARIST!

The counterfeiters, whether it be money, or the reproduction of the "Old Masters" oil paintings, claiming it was purchased at a garage sale, or found in an old trunk in the attic of an old house they purchased. Many scenarios, many such events, and mostly untrue. Plain, and simple, they are nothing but "THIEVES." They have been around for thousands of years. Aggravating, yes! Frustrating, absolutely! Discouraging, you bet! The difficult part is knowing"they don't care!", as long as they get what you have, or think they can.

To my friends at HP: Regardless of whatever name they wish to use at the bottom of your piece, your signature is still inside the piece itself. Whether it be a particular phrase or word meticulously placed, the style of your writings, the way you approach your thought, the rhythmic flow of your prose, the softness or harshness of expression. All which has created "your signature". That, cannot be reproduced.

To those literary "thieves: You will continue to try and steal our work. But, for each letter stolen, for each word stolen, only creates another rung on your ladder, leading you deeper and deeper,further down into your abyss of loneliness, until the blanket of your depression, discontent, and hatred suffocates you. That is when your name will become known only as, "WHO?"

copyright: Richard Riddle September 08, 2014 10:00am(CDT)
I inhaled you when I was tense,
I inhaled u to look cool in any sense,
But I end up looking like cancer patients..

Smoke once, smoke twice,
You will be dead when u realize...

I loved you till my life,
But you end up taking my life...

Healthy words...Quit to smoke....
Sleeping world...we can provoke..

Chewing tobacco since child age,
Stupidly emptying ma daily wage..
Quit smoking and tobacco chewing... Have pity on yourself...
I met a strange lady with big big eyes,
Eyes so big like a dead frog dies,
Huge body with long brown hair,
Small umbrella which her body share...

I passed by her wearing ma rain coat,
Wearing ma orange + green shiny rain coat,
The rain coat which ma mother bought,
Hiding Money from ma father's short...

Let's go back to that rainy day,
When I and lady met on ma way,
She took her iPhone and clicked me a pic,
I posed her "peace" in the sound of click...
This happened to me when i was walking down to buy some groceries... I saw young gal in her rain coat... I clicked her photo... Instead of getting shy or angry... She posed...
 Sep 2014 Anand Acharya
SG Holter
Let me be your shadow;
Never in your way.
 Aug 2014 Anand Acharya
SN Mrax
here's a poem
that isn't about
what it's about.
here's a window in the sky
perfectly transparent,
and deceptive.
here's a face
that isn't a face,
a person
that isn't a person,
pain that isn't pain,
emotions
that aren't emotions,
feelings about something
that isn't what they're about,
physical sensations that
are not physical at all.
here's a jar that is empty,
and dangerously full,
open and inaccessible.
here's a dribble of water in its bottom,
corrosive as acid,
maddening as quicksilver.
here it is.
look around you--
everything's normal,
same as always.

Because this is what's normal,
remember?
This photograph of yours
Is all I have
And it's all I'll ever want
For it is more than I bargained for

Like a deep sea diver
You've broken through the surface
Of my being.
The ripples won't fade away

Our consciousness brushes against each other
It's ethereal

Our gazes meet each other from across the room
It feels like we're half a world away

It could have been a day at the beach
Or a midnight stroll
But for the life of me
I can't remember

And it doesn't bother me
For the memory of you
Is etched in my mind
And that's all I need

This song the band played, when I met your gaze
Is all I have
And all I'll ever want
For it's much more than I bargained for.
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