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I know it's a bad title
but I'm giving it to myself as a gift
on a day nearly canceled by sunlight
when the entire hill is approaching
Real as a dream
What shall I do with this great opportunity to fly?
What is the interpretation of this planet, this moon?
if I can dream that I dream / and dream anything dreamable / can I dream
Sun soaked revelations
on a patio deck.
I had long forgotten
my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty
suitcase because she kept threatening to run away my sister was sick of me
getting the best of everything the bathrobe with the pink stripes instead of
the red the soft middle piece of bread while she got the crust I was sick with
when i was a child i did not name things i loved
'this is my favorite marble'
would always lead to somebody asking for it in a game of keeps
Tired of walking these days
Your old body celebrates its 60th birthday
The moment, eyes too weak to be opened
Sights become too blur to welcome ray
Gripping the lectern, rocking it, searching
the faces for the souls, for signs of heartfelt
mindfulness at work, I thought, as I recited
words I wrote in tears: instead of tears,
''In my youth, '' commenced the old man,
''I have encountered so many things'',
''And of course, I was highly imbued'',
''With feelings of love and joy''.
Small child dressed shabbily,
His eyes dusty, hair shaggy.
'When I will grow big,
I would have sweets many,
Anything artificial does not help at all,
Artificial cooling lacks nature's call,
Kissing and embracing the sweating sweetheart,
Keeps me so saline whole day her salt,
This flesh 'n' blood cousin of the ship 'o' the desert
here is given that funky punky, stylish haircut?
Could it be optical illusion or screen manipulation
causing him to grin in mock jubilation?
I would haunt
hunger for the nearness
Her black hair pulled back loosely,
flowing like a long shiny crimped mane,
with a few strands all about her withdrawn face.
My God, please take care of this teenager...
You in your
Marilyn Monroe dress
seeing me off at the station
the blemish on the moon
was made to be seen as
a patient old woman
ready to wrap me in her
‘We only love if we have first been loved.’
Aye, there’s the rub.
Fear is when a child asks you to keep the light on because he thinks there are monsters under his bed
Fear is when you wake up in sweats from a nightmare
Fear is when a teenager hits his father's car and doesn't know how to tell him
Fear is when you're sitting in the examination hall waiting to see the paper
Teenager feelings changing my life
making me love the sky
Sweet feelings complete my days
Taking my breath away
You look to your Minister’s, your Pastors, your Priests.
You believe these people bring the word of God to you
and in fact they do for they read from the Bible I ask you.
“is that the only place where the word of God comes
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In a dirty place full of rotten smell, there is a beauty
The scavengers who deposit plastic and various types of trash that can be recycled
But no with Sunarti, the teenager who is not yet 17 years old, has to fight hard to live by scavenging
She was forced to leave her hometown because he was lulled by the promise of being employed as a slave to support her aging mother and younger siblings.
Happy birthday niece of mine Maffy dear, hundred twenty months old it's official, no longer be treated like a child tweener, double digit club welcome beautiful girl, milestones plenty let's present if we must, teenager in training transition to higher stage, practiced self-defense taking class karate, mother coach on life lesson befitting age, cyclist joined women first five kilometres run, side by side cousins showed up at the field, new experience at disposal mingling widen horizon, absorbing engaging in endless fun on the designated road, life journey full of activities navigation made easy, glide through nimble swimmer keep on being breezy Joyeux anniversaire ma niéce Maffy chérie, cent vingt mois c'est officiel, ne plus être traité conne un enfant tweener, club à deux chiffres accueille une belle fille, jalons beaucoup présentons si nous devons, adolescent en formation passage au stade supérieur, pratiqué l'auto défense en prenant des cours de karaté, mére coach sur la leçon de vie adaptée à l'âge, une cycliste a rejoint les femmes lors de la première course de cinq kilomètres, des cousins côte à côte se sont présentés sur le terrain, absorbant s'engager dans un plaisir sans fin sur la route désignée, parcours de vie plein d'activités navigation facilitée, glissez à travers un nageur agile continuez à être aéré
My philosophy is crewd. My itinerary is sophisticated. My genre is plain. My emotions are latent. A breeze hums its tune over a magnolian grove. I discern twelve shades of the blossom. I guess what constellation is about to drop its luminary as a sacrifice to the world below. I roam about grottos. I seek my own tune which is hard to discover through trite days. I am not a teenager to strive for novelty. My capacity is to reveal the genuine. I wonder when the day of my wedding will find me vigile and wondering. Phantoms of reveries lurk in my accidental dreams. I gradually consume the appearing metaphors and substite them with scarce allegories of the being. Aeschatological categories hardly bother my mind. Half-forgotten faces stubbornly resurrect
In long-lost teenager year short amnesia burnt inside a heartbeat that isn't in right place, but a late death of family is struggling faint heart that ain't easily dissolve nor to forget a life will never be the same you knew you are breathing lively lost in the longest mute just as the first burnt almost never erase nor aware pure heartedly love can be the deepest burnt can't hold on its like earthquake breaking your heart and shake your heart your world, and you lift your self and walked away. In God Blessing another life after recovery heart failure realizing how stronger you are you making it through by yourself people who knew what you gonna through worry about you.
Just strongest prayers that making a life easier. You make it through dawn to dust in God blessing of life
An old cow-hand memory coming to mind in a rhythm that starts out slowly, then gets aboard a locomotive, traveling at a rapid speed.
Bringing together images of once wanting to be in love just because it sounded good to this young teenager having a lot to learn about love before finding out the truth of true love.
She was a vivacious teenager
A girlie girl who loved outdoors.
What is too much to ask of a person as they are growing up, between being a child and a teenager, will they be left to an inner innate feeling of who they're to be in the future?
Silently looking through life for answers that will satisfy and encourage their immature heart and soul to become one in life with God above.
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