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The last time we saw him
They said it wasn’t his time. That the accident abruptly ended his young life, and great dreams. They said the incident wasn’t normal. That was why the night he was proclaimed dead, no one could sleep in his house, as an invisible hand scattered bowls and plates in the kitchen, opened and closed doors in…
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The journey is a teacher
While you’re searching for the smartest way to start, the most impressive way to make an entry into an industry, the right moment to strike, the best climate under which to cultivate new habits, the morality of a new move, someone has begun their journey all the same. Without luggage, without any guarantee of enough…
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The Outcast (Page 28)
It wasn’t long before our luxurious life in the city started dwindling. It started with our driver. They said he had attitude. Or perhaps our parents couldn’t afford keeping him any longer. What does it matter? The dog wasn’t liked. Did it matter what bad name he was given or what river he going to…
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Drowsy fantasies
The world is harshLife is toughIn the heat of the hustleThere’s always that longingFor some form of escapeFrom harsh realitiesI turn to musicMusic turns meTo my imaginationsAnd my imaginationsTurn me to myselfI reach deep insideAnd awaken drowsy fantasiesForetelling possibilitiesThat can grow into realitiesGiven the proper nurture
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Moving poetry
Sometimes I sit beforeA blank sheet, wonderingWhat to put downPerhaps emptiness tooIs poetryAnd a blank mindA powerful proseBut how many would seeThe beautyIf I left the pages blankI fearMy script might be misinterpretedAnd I myself, misunderstoodBut I am determined to paintMy thoughtsHowever darkHowever brightMy hands shall always beIn motionFor such motion createsMoving poetry
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Negative Vibes
I hear a knockI think it’s EnockI smell troubleI see him mumbleI touch my doorknobHesitating, as my heart throbsI feel negative vibesI know something is not right
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The Outcast (Page 27)
On Monday, we started school. Our new driver drove us to school, but dad went with us to ensure that the teachers recognized us and allowed us into our various classrooms. Mom prepared some rice and beef stew. By now, we had new lunch boxes and she served us. We were to take the rice…
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Earn your name with respect
Earn your name with respectTurn your pain into successYearn for fame, not regretsTell your tales, they impressSet the pace for the rest When your face is depressedAnd your game is shatteredAnd your days are numberedAnd you’re labeled a bastardLearn the mistakes, start afresh https://wp.me/paf3ao-k7w
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We harm ourselves
We create our own problems. We sowed the seeds of what we’re harvesting today. We create mess for ourselves. And though we know that what we’re doing has terrible implications, we cannot stop the habit we’ve become accustomed to. It even seems fun destroying ourselves. But how long can we keep doing this? These days…
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University students
On our university campus, I can easily tell which level a student belongs to by his or her looks. First year students always look lost. They’re always asking for directions to various departments and hostels, even when they’re already standing at those places. Some can be seen staring at magnificent buildings on campus. Those ones…
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