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 Jun 2015 Eve
Leigh
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Don't think less of me for thinking too much of you
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 Jun 2015 Eve
Pax
The day I stop dreaming
     is when I started my progress…

I never really understood to why, oh why
do we have to start a living?

In the city of progress, I became the mindless puppet
Of what we call ‘the clichés of society’
FOR NOW - I’m totally blind in all five senses
    to where my love should be place in…

From a specific today, I am robbed for my silence
Totally alone never wanted nor even needed
Conceivably A misplaced person in a ‘crazy world’
- or it is just me who thinks this way.

Sometimes I would think no one would ever really captured
                          - ‘the essence of my heart’
Or probably it was just me, who never did take noticed.
Guessing I am too
  - Perverse to feel anything within the walls of my five senses.

Despite everything else, I understood how Society lives by.
The imaginable ways it burdens and pleasure in
–> Giving –> Receiving –> Showing –> US
                                                         how life works with their walls.

I could never blame how our world becomes a harsh place,
Yet I could took the blame on US
   or our humanity is too faulty consecutively.
Too many Securities from any Insecurities.
Walls upon Wall of their Owning Glory,
      Almost nothing is free.

So I stand chained from cultural responsibilities,
for we were made to think this way.

Ashamed of what I discovered
So I hide in the covers of my pen
To write, just write,
A Written voice for the fallen..

A friend told me “I think life ends when a man stops from breathing and also when he stops from dreaming. What will keep us moving if we no longer have holds to aspirations, to hope...”

Then my friend, Kalypso answered a big part of it in her review on what I am talking about in this piece, she said: “being a dreamer for so long, having to pull my head and heart out of the clouds and start the mundane process every day, over and over again, would bring me into this realm of thinking. Wondering why we do ...what we do? What is the purpose of working just to pay bills and survive, but barely live? Feeling like I disappeared in the process of becoming an adult and taking on responsibilities. Having no time to explore the world. To ponder the mysteries of life...or capture the beauty of everything around us. How the monotony takes away your creativity and individualism, blends you into society, almost making you invisible.”

Then Rachelle’s questions arise saying: “Do we grumble? Do fall into a deeper pit of despair or do we try to figure out how to transform our reality such that the world is exciting and challenging again?”

With all those thoughts arises from my poem, I came to understand that despite I stop dreaming big, I still hold on to the little hope and a hint faith I have on myself that someday, in some way a dream could rise again from the burned pages of my bucket list.

I am thankful that I have find/found friends in my writings.
So I appreciate everyone who reads me, greatly....

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1336541/
 Jun 2015 Eve
XIII
7 Wonders
 Jun 2015 Eve
XIII
I wonder if shellfish are selfish
Or if the rain is already tired of falling

I wonder if the ocean is tired of being blue
Or if Mr. Cactus wants a hug too

I wonder if snows ever felt warm
Or if the words "It's cold!" ever came out from Mr. Sun

And finally, I wonder if God also prays
Just wondering..
 Jun 2015 Eve
Ignatius Hosiana
If I die
Don't cry for me, play me a symphony
Clear the sadness, just sing for me
Don't ever feel that you're alone
I'll be watching over you from my new home
If I die
Don't run out of speech or words
Don't let your heart break into shards
Don't hate the memories of us together
I'll be waiting for you on the other side,
forever
If I die
Don't dress in strength any weakness
Criticize if I failed and praise my uniqueness
Don't embrace an eternal sadness
No,don't entertain such madness
If I die
Comfort all my family and friends
'Cause just like it starts life ends
Enjoy every song we loved while it sings
Knowing It's among those good things
If I die
I'll be the hymn playing during my requiem
No delirium,I pray hope be your emblem
If tears escape,wipe them from your eyes
I'll be looking out for you from paradise
If I die
I'll be the ageless sun up your sky
I'll be solace when you want to cry
I'll be your favorite meal and cloth
I'll be in your favorite Axioms of Thoth
If I die
I'll be the moments we lived
I'll be the faith we believed
I know I'll be your daily prayer
I'll be there, everywhere
If I die
I'll be all those good books we've read
But one sure thing is I'll be dead
Just wanted to share one of my olduns
 Jun 2015 Eve
niamh
Starless
 Jun 2015 Eve
niamh
A life without love
Is like a night sky without the stars.
It's still there,
Just not quite as beautiful
 Jun 2015 Eve
niamh
Burning History
 Jun 2015 Eve
niamh
I burnt the pages of my history.
Flames of fantastic orange
And electric blue
Feasted ravenously
On past mistakes and regrets.
I gathered the ashes
And polished
My shining future
Apparently wood ash can be used to clean silver! :)
 Jun 2015 Eve
Vivian
Don't become too proud of the work that you display.
Overfeeding your ego will cause your merit to decay.
You mustn't starve your modesty or **** self criticism.
It's only when you're humble that your work is worth the listen.
True beauty comes from the sharing of feelings, not the seeking of praise. We're all struggling together; none of us are perfect. A big head will keep you from embedding grace in your work and appreciating it in others.
 Jun 2015 Eve
Nicole Dawn
I'm fine, I say
My fingers crossed

No, really, I'll be
Okay
Truth is for weaklings, right?

Oh that scratch? I'm
Klutzy is all
A little lie is all
Y**eah, okay, maybe I'm not fine
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