Coffee Lover
When you wake up in the morning, your eyes immediately want to see. Laughter you immediately want to hear that sounds like music to my ears. Embrace immediately what you want to serve as heat in exchange for the new coffee blend. It's nice to wake up in the morning.
But the days went by, the night seemed as cold as the coffee left behind. I can no longer even mix and blend enough to my taste.
Nights prefer to be the morning not to see your smiles again, to hear your voices and to feel your arms. I just prefer the mornings to get stuck and never see that again. I am not sure if my mornings will be awakened with clear evidence that I still love you. I'm not sure if what used to be clear is now vague.
I can no longer say the word *I love you*. But if you ask me where are you in my heart. I can answer that you are still in it but the whole space is no longer yours. If in the bedroom, there is already bedspace here. I'm just kidding all this but, this is the truth. I can't tell the whole story because I'm afraid of losing you because I still feel the word *"you are important"* but not the word *"I love you"*.
I can't say goodbye and say the word I don't like because I still feel the word you are still important and I can't see you crying. But everything is just words. It hurts to admit that at times I wanted to leave everything and take a personal step another hand was taken to accompany me. It hurts me to admit that when I look at the new morning, when I go to bed, you are no longer the one I want to be with.
And the only music I want to hear is none other than his "Yes". And the last words I want to say to you are until we meet again, I hope you will be happy with others.
Popsicle Smiles, Flash-Fiction Challenge
As he walked around the alley, he saw a beautiful child crying. The perfect face can not be painted. The eyes are secretly begging. And who is he to refuse. The request of a crying child? Slowly, he approached the child. And asked what was needed.*"I want ice cream,"* said the beautiful eyes. The answer, he did not expect so he laughed. He nodded and offered his right hand. After all, that is not what should be given.
The next day, he started the journey. He will take the moon and stars at the same time, he will tie them like big balloons. And suddenly he could imagine the child smile.
In the middle of his trip, he noticed the busyness. The plan to seize them they witnessed briefly. They bravely fought for the beautiful. It will take month and he will be back. An entire universe where planets dance. Different colors where the rainbow hits. Unexpectedly, the moon moved and was captured. And it will help to provide light. He's added that in beauty, he should not worry.
So he tied them up like big balloons. When it was received, he expected in the child not to hesitate. Because he is willing to take everything. If the child fun, everything is worth it and enough. He went back to the alley where i first saw the child. The space where the sun and *clouds* carried him. The child was still there but no longer crying. When he examined the child face, it was overjoyed.
He ran fast and called the child. Moon and star balloons do not fit the crowd *"Handsome, I am here to meet you; the moon and the star. They will guide you when you run out of bullets."* The child looked away and bowed a little. Child words gave sorrow, *"I will not accept your offerings because I just want a cool ice cream."* he smiled, her first request was still the same.
End.
In Surrendering Every Word
I once used words as a shield. As a cover for my failure to face the truth. I used it to make me look like a brave and resilient warrior.
But time gradually dissolved it and I was completely swallowed up by all the lies I threw in the name of love. All the pain I had escaped was returned to me by destiny; triple and without restraint.
It is a shame to call it a poem. It is a sin to record our story as love.
Heaven will weep every time I love you even if you do not deserve it. The sun smiles at every word I choose to hear, even when it rains on me when your eyes speak to me.
There is no sweetness in every kiss you feel between dreams. I don't even want to stare. Hopefully the truth is this and not your departure.
Butterfly and Flowers
`Hi Community! it's been a while. Hope you are all doin well. I want to share this photos i was capture and i made a short story about the flowers and the butterfly.`
A butterfly once dreamed. Find a fragrance in another flower. Even though the wings are small, they try to fly to a foreign land, where they are stranded. In the first garden a butterfly landed.
Can't believe what he/she saw `(I don't know if the butterfly is his or her)`. Variety of flowers in different colors. Blooms in the environment. Although shocked, time is not wasted. Delicate flowers he/she approached.
And now a butterfly smelled the scent of flowers.
Ten Words and Letters
Let's counting one to ten words.
***One***, only one, only one I want to be with here in the world a mixture of sadness and happiness. That is ***"You"***
***Two***, I can only give two words. I can give you a reason to find out. Why you, you are what I want. Two words made up of six letters, ***"To love"***
I only want ***three***, three words. Words I want to hear from your mouth. Words as you speak you overflow with joy. The word ***"I Love You"***
But ***four***, four hurtful words. As if my heartbeat stopped suddenly. At the same time tears welled up in my eyes. I found out, I just found out that ***"You Love Someone else."***
***Five***, five words I keep asking. Ever since I found out you have someone else with you. I hope, ***"hoping only you and I"***
***Six***, six question words are on my mind. Question that troubled my heart and mind. Question that wants to know the answer to it. ***"WHAT DOES SHE HAVE I DON'T HAVE?"***
***Seven***, seven words I want to let you know. Seven words that will change your mind. Seven words I am willing to do for you. I love you and ***"I am ready to wait for you."***
***Eight***, eight words that I try to hold on to. Eight words I hope will come true, not even tomorrow. ***"Time will come you will love me too."***
***Nine***, nine words I know to be true. Nine words my friend left out. Nine words in that crushes my heart every time I hear it. ***"Don't expect it, he already loves someone else."***
And up to ***ten***, ten words that come right out of your mouth. Words that awakened me to the fact that we will not really be. Words that woke up my sleeping heart. The words ***"Stop it, you will not be the person I love."***
Under the Moon
Under the Moon It all started,
Under the expanse. You are watching.
The glitter is dancing Of the stars in the sky, And we are on the grass
Talking,
Teasing,
Fun,
While the breeze. Touches our body. Under the Moon, that's where I always see you,
While your eyes are. Traveling in the sky. And my eyes are
Traveling in beauty of your eyes. As beautiful as the moon…
Under the Moon. You confess your feelings.
I held your hand, I hugged you and said "Do not worry. He will love you too"
With tears in your eyes, my tears also flowed I love you,
But you love her. And ‘I can’t see. That hurts you because of him.
Under the Moon I wiped away your tears. That's where we lived,
That's where we first hugged. That’s where I first felt
The heat of the clouds. In the hand I touched.
Under the Moon. That’s where I felt Your sadness and joy, but ‘you didn’t feel it My passion.
Under the Moon. There I saw you happy. Accompanied by music, In the glitter of the notes.
There I saw The brilliant. That ray of your eye And the widest. With a smile on your face.
As you hold his hand In the light offering Of the romantic month.
Under the Moon There I observed How do you kiss her. How do you love.
While I was hurting, Crying, and losing Of hope I can feel it too Your love.
Under the bright moon, My life went dark.
Under the bright moon, My tears turned to rain.
Under the moon, I was waiting for a meteor to request,
Not for you to be taken away From his company, but to ask.
That he will love you Like love. That I feel And hid under the moon…
Under the moon I endured the pain, Every resentment.
Under the moon It all started. We watched together. The torch of the sky.
And under the moon, I will finish everything Of the pain I feel,
Observing the stars and the moon, The dark sky,
Until it arrives Tonight the meteor To request
That would have come for me The emergence of a new day.
Then and Now
Ten years ago. When she opened her eyes, she saw people that did not know. Who are they? Are they family ? Why she is here in the world she grew up in?
Mom, Dad, call the parents. People who should be respected. Mom, a real blessing from heaven. Dad, what happened when her heart was full of bitterness?
They are happy in a home. But everything has changed, what is the reason? The bubble of joy disappeared as if a chair had been amputated by a foot
She is 18 years old. She's just innocent, mindless, feeling. It turns out that her parents have separated and she's here, without even knowing it.
She's 18 years old, noticed there seemed to be something missing around her, children with their father. But the longing, why can't she feel it?
Even so, she still content. Mother and siblings, they are always here. An incomplete but happy family is enough for her heart to be happy.
The light of the home is also the pillar. Supporting, she is always there. Ohh her mother, how can she repay you. Ohh her mother, heart has real beauty.
They make her life fun. When they are together, the sadness seems to disappear. Even with difficulties going through. When they are together, it can all be overcome
But still not lost in the 'king mind. When the father is not there, he just enters a blow. She will never forget, she will not be buried in the pit. Is it just like this for life?
She was carried away and stranded in this world. Given by the family who are always here. So she thankful to the Lord even though life is different then and now.
Application for Sponsorship
User name: `@lethlieann`
Date: 06/17/2020
Previous platforms : Poems and flash fict...(2b1a), SYT: Poems(bd19), Freewriting(c99e)
Hi Community!
I'm lethlieann. I am Public Servant. I am a person who will never stop at something I started and will never leave anything I started without finishing. I am one of the readers and writers here at Read.cash and joined this platform one month ago. I like the way i challenge myself in writing a poem or poetry and in freewriting that i couldn't done well because it is not my entry but now i feel relaxing and having fun, it was great to be part of here.
Categories: Poem, Freewriting, Stories
My previous works:
https://read.cash/@lethlieann/poetry-dice-challenge-fbb181ec
https://read.cash/@lethlieann/how-time-flies-8d7e4865
https://read.cash/@lethlieann/my-home-light-4da29257
https://read.cash/@lethlieann/and-the-rain-rain-rain-came-down-down-down-bb61a4ad
https://read.cash/@lethlieann/wearing-mask-44fbf53d
I'm looking forward for the response from the community. Thank you.
PoetryDice: The Sheep & the shepherd
I am a lost ***sheep***, I hope my shepherd finds me. Walking with ***sleep face with zzzz's flowing up the side*** of the ***bridge over water*** while relentless weep. Dressed like ***flowers*** flowering, hoping he'll see me.
I am a wandering ***sheep***, traveled into innumerable hills and ***plane***s. With wounds on my ***hand*** and feet that so deep that doctors cannot cure it or heal it.
I am a restless ***sheep*** in my ***tent***, though studied hard to learned. Stepping between heaven and earth. Looking for a light to enlighten my lantern and ***phone***.
I am the symbol of most here on earth. ***Sheep*** that looking for serenity, before we finding our coffin. Confused because so many pretentious being.
Hopefully, before i fly into the sky i will see the ***pyramid*** and the true shepherd will find me.
`Prompt:`
`Tent, sheep, Bridge over water, hand, phone, airplane or plane, flowers, sleep face with zzzz's flowing up the side, pyramid.`
A Walk Down Memory Lane
*"Hey! Child! Are you going to kill yourself? you're going to kill yourself! What will i do!?* ***I have to do something to help that child*** (whispered to myself). *Are you sure of what you are going to do, child? Will someone look for you when you are gone? Will someone mourn your body when you die?. You're still young, i know you still have many dreams in your life. If you still have parents and siblings, I hope you think about them too. I hope you can feel how they feel when they find out you are going to attempt suicide. Think childish. If you are determined and in your mind no one loves you, go ahead, continue your suicide. Just remember that in every stage of our lives, we are only given a chance to correct any mistakes we have made. We have no right to end the life God has given us. All right, child. I will go first. Advance rest in peace."*
I could still hear the waves crashing on the shore at that moment. I still remember reading my face with every saltwater that touched me during the times I attempted suicide. I want to end my life. I want to drown. I want the waves to carry my body away. I wanted to fill my nose and mouth with salt water until I was out of breath and slowly plunging into the depths of the sea. But ... the word of that person uttered served as a lesson to me to still value my life and the people who loved me.
`"If you are determined and in your mind no one loves you, go ahead and continue your suicide. Just remember that in every stage of our lives, we are only given a chance to correct whatever mistake we have made. We have no right to end the life that God has given us. "`
Back then, I thought suicide was the solution for me to escape the shock of my life. I lost my real mother. My father died. My stepmother abused me. My siblings did not love my father. So I ran away and ended up on the beach and there I just thought of committing suicide. I lost my parents but I know if someone still loves me. I am not their blood relative but they are always there to encourage me. They are the ones I call friends.
After what happened during my attempt I resumed my life. With the help someone words, i managed to be happy as like children do. I am not alone.
The light at dawn
This is the meaning of your name, You are the light at dawn. The first glitter that tears in the darkness.
You are the beginning of a beautiful morning. Hiding in the length of the night.
While singing all night. The wind opposed the sunlight. So you keep shining.
The stars are definitely envious. Because you are more beautiful than you are. The whole day seemed like a dream.
Where does your radiance come from? you even came from the other galaxy on a meteor.
All right, keep on shining when life is dark.
And The Rain, Rain, Rain, Came Down, Down, Down
How nice to watch the raindrops, it sounds like music to hear when it falls on every roof. It was as if we were invited to take a bath and paddle, with the children playing happily on the street.
I remember when I was a child I always prayed, may the rain pour down so that I can bathe and play with my friends. It doesn't matter if there is lightning coming as long as we enjoy playing in the countryside. In the past, we were happy when it rained because that was the signal for us to play in the heavy rain and when it stopped, Mother was cooking soup to warm our stomachs.
Over the generations, the number of children playing in the rain has been on my finger. Maybe they just want to play and hold a gadget rather than paddle. Some are afraid of getting sick from the rain but, if you think rain is God's grace. It is good for our bodies sometimes, so I am very grateful to God because I experienced playing and paddling when I was young. Unlike today's generation, all they have to do is hold and play with the gadget. Forgetting that they are too young to experience the joys of infancy.
It's my first time to wrote a freewriting with writing exercise (https://writingexercises.co.uk/subjectgenerator.php). And it was good and it was helpful especially for those who's not know how to start in freewriting and thanks for this, it's a big help.
`Used: Mobile Phone`
`Timer: Mobile clock`
`Time Start: 9:18am`
`Time End: 9:25am`
Whip Tongue
With every word you utter,
it penetrates my heart.
With every word you utter,
it marks my mind.
With every hurtful word,
in return is tears.
In every surprising term,
you are criticizing my character.
Don't you know your tongue?
is that sharp and deadly yet?
I hope you realize that,
the tongue also has a whip to carry.
You are too high, i can't reach you
***Grostesque***, your smiles are sweet
Early glitter melts
You feel weird, you are so beautiful inside
Your wavy hair looks so beautiful
They say, people with light also have depth
What is behind your beautiful scenery
I want to come closer, but how can I jump
Indeed, the sky is guarded by tall trees
I am a sailor, and ***garland*** is calling
It looks like it's hard for me to stop as if tears are falling
Dreaming of giving you a bill or a ring
Although you are a star, I do not ask for anything from you
Enough of me looking up, even thinking of myself is miserable
It is enough for me to know the presence of a ***gazette***
All I want is to show admiration and hopefully, hopefully destiny will bring us closer as well
SPECS of 👁️👃👂👄
Eyes: They see me happy because every time they look at me they talk. But they did not know that in the midst of it all I could see was dark.
Nose: I can still smell the happy memories of the happiness I was feeling. But now the pain and anguish caused by my suffering are slowly coming to an end.
Ears: It 's fun to listen to the variety of timing, rhythm, and tone you hear. You are still thrilled and danced to the pleasures gained. However, you are so deaf to the hurtful words that you seem to have no value.
Mouth: You praise what you have done for them and there you realize every doing makes sense. But, you just try to hide the hurtful words you want to make known to them because you know when you speak, they still misunderstand.
Blowing In The Wind
The sky has taken you away. But before the wind blows the sight as you float in the sky,
I promised you three times: I will create you with a cloud. I will refresh your care. I do not ................
Let the dream remain dreams. Even if I didn't even hug you, before the clouds claimed you.
Taking Picture
Her face smiled, until heaven rejoices, eyes are bright, like a glowing note -blinking, blinking, and flying in the clouds.
That’s what it looks like, that's what painted. In her picture. In the picture only. Her world is colorful; there is no darkness; not vague;
No problem; no erosion; no pain and heartache. Because deceived of playful ink. Playing with eyes, her face played. In the lively picture.
While her own life is dying, lying down with tears and sadness. In the picture only. In the picture only observable. Her smile reached to heaven.
Her eyes were not bitter, her life was painless. Only in the picture can be seen. The notes in his eye His world is happy. She is just in the picture.
Funny
Glad (Because need - need to pretend).
Just in her picture. Her fun is painted. Just in her picture, her face was deceptive. Just in the picture she looks happy but, is it just a picture?
I Can Now Introduce Myself
Hi it's me lethlieann, you can call me *'Ann'*! it's been a month since i joined here at Read.cash and i didn't introduce yet. Thanks to@wakeupkitty she's enlighten me. Before that i would like to share *'why i did not introduce myself in the beginning'*
Because I have been looking for myself for a long time, the sadness continues and stays. My mind is a mess, I thought everyone was calm, but I still have a fever. Pain that is alive in my body, eaten little by little until I say goodbye. My brain is so broken that I combine sadness and joy. The coke I now tasted is still the same taste, the taste of sadness. People i met, left just to find the happiness i longed for, i just improved a few percent, but there are things that are not perfect because the root of it is ingrained in my being, i am a prisoner in my own emotions.
Now it's time to out in the box.
Me, 22 years of existing im just an ordinary and simple person who grew up with the fear of God, my parents raised me with a good heart and will. I am the type of person who from any angle I look at will not lose my shyness, When I have a problem and have I just feel the test of life. I am the person who is happy, naughty but has a hidden sadness. I also can not help but cry and I am good at pretending not to be hurt but in my heart I want to cry but I do not cry with anyone who sees to me. When I cry I want at night so that no one can hear and I am alone. Because I want to be alone when I am sad or I cry.
I am the person you can say is not blessed with life's talent, does not know how to dance, sing, and other talents. But I am not saying that I am not lucky, because I was born satisfied with my appearance, I am proud of my character, I am happy with my whole being, because I was born true. Sometimes quiet, sometimes naughty, there seems to be no excitement in my life. But in spite of everything I am full of dreams in life, and am a person who will never stop at something I started. At school, at home, at work, or wherever I go I will never leave anything I started without finishing.
This is a simple introduction to myself. Thanks for giving some time to read this ❣️
Let there be light
Don't you know that in the beginning God created the heavens and the earth? that he gave this world shape and form using only the words that passed through his mouth ? that is when He said, ***"Let there be light!"*** there was.
Don't you know that he can block the flow of the sea, sing the stars, kneel down the mountains? don't you know that this power, the power he used to form the planets, the power he used to stop the rising of the moon when Joshua fought, the power he used to bring the dead back to life is also ours?
This is His promise: that we should be given power to tread on serpents and all authority of our enemy, don't you know that there is power in worshiping him? Didn't you know that in the seventh round on the seventh day, the trumpets and voices of his children did God use to overthrow Jericho?
We shout because we have the victory. We shout because in his name the hope of the world in his name, the darkness shines in his name, all fear is overcome. Let us worship the Lord with all the joy of our hearts trembling and demons in the name of Jesus knocking down the barriers of hell in the name of Jesus.
Let us unite, raise our hands let us unite, raise your voice like trumpets let us unite Let us worship the living God, the great God!
Wearing Mask
A masked face hiding the true image, a pretense ever, the truth cannot be hidden in the mask of lies. Sometimes happy, sometimes you will regret it, sometimes you will be hurt but eventually you will learn something. This is the life I experienced behind the mask that I hid in a way I was not escaped the life I was really experiencing. Create your own world based on imagination, how else can you escape my life imprisoned by pretending not to be me.
They loved to think it was me admired, they thought it was true many believed that was in before they lived as a clean person. I realized that it was the same only man I convinced and I myself was deceived just also in my envy from the perfect person that I shot personality. That even I myself would have dreamed that I would be the same admire others and accept them as fair people in the world. Did you just love me because in my appearance? liked because I said am I rich and have a car? because you thought you accepted did you find your prince charming?
Sorry to wake up well I'm back to the truth even I myself am tired in pretending not to I really am, because I also dreamed accept me wholeheartedly not because of the appearance facing you because I also want to have people will love me who and what am I. Enough, I am tired, because I expect it too that is when you find out the truth you will just leave me too, no one himself will understand the person used and constrained hide life in a mask because of the latter I myself am still will be hurt because I hope to receive someone like me in society.
Ah, Sweet Mystery Of Life
*Life has no exact meaning, life is just that simple*, it has no drama and is even more complicated. Observe the motion of nature. The sun rises in the morning and sets in the afternoon. The moon also shines at night and hides at dawn. So are the stars, they all act according to their motion and destiny. They sound like rock music but they are simple. The sea is calm but sometimes it is also turbulent when needed. And the wind was relentless in its blowing.
*Life has no meaning because we make the meaning of our own life*; we create our own history. We choose our own meaning. Are you a doctor? You will heal well, save many lives. Are you a soldier? Fight bravely, dedicate your life for the people. Are you writing? Write wholeheartedly when the blurred mind becomes clear. Whatever you choose to do, do it wholeheartedly. If you love, love sincerely and offer everything to your sweetheart. Be kind to her, love her above all else.
*Life has no meaning, don't look for it in religion because it is not there*. You will only learn madness from those who sanctify and justify, that if you act and speak, you will think they are God. It is also not in the government and the people of the town supposedly, especially in the amount of wealth.
*Life is meaningless like an empty pan you have to swallow*. It is not tomorrow but today is the time to gather knowledge and experience so don't waste it. Life is meaningless ‘because life is a emptiness you have to fill. It looks like a sack that encloses with a drawstring. A mystery you must discover. *Life has no meaning even if you read all the books* and even if you listen to all the speeches in the world you will not see it.
Life is meaningless don't tire yourself out in search of it. *The meaning of life is in your* heart. Where you are happy it is also there. Will you get a lot of diplomas and recognition if you are not happy? What good are the applause if they also subside? You cannot see the meaning of life because you have to do it yourself.
My Home light
I have written many poems, Poem for others but not for her, the person who gives her life just for me, sometimes I just pass like the wind.
I forget that she is the reason I am alive, she gave her whole life, sometimes I have fun, while she was at home worried.
Time and time go to others, but with her they are only for her children, restless because thinking about my next outgo, I did not realize that when I left, someone missed me very much.
Waiting for my return from school, but when I arrived I could not greet her, there are times when they do not understand each other, but in the end she makes you sleep.
My dear mother I want you to feel, this poem will serve as a reminder, no matter how many problems and attacks, In the end you are still my dear home light.
Thank you
Some people have passed. Some problems have been borne, but no one participated when I fell, my knees were bleeding.
Crying in the corner, times I sulk, no one notices sad eyes, because smiles hide fear.
Probably everyone is like that, to avoid sadness in something else focused. But shouldn't you already know? no more to say or ask.
A smile is a mask, with a heart slowly closing, tired of giving joy, to the person she thought she valued.
But as soon as the hole was opened, at the door there was a possibility that it could not be opened, someone unexpectedly came, repairing the formerly sad and chaotic home.
Thank you my friend!
Dreamy Eyes
Where the sun went down, he left me. He finished the day at sunset. He took away the light around me. And he left me looking in the distance, next to the window, watching the darkness enter, looking at the moon and the stars.
This scene reminds me of
“There is always light, even in the darkest times”
At the same time the darkness enters the tears in my eyes. Where are you? I ask myself. I look for him, whenever this time comes. When can I see him again? When can we be together again?
A day passed that I did not realize. I closed my eyes emphatically, still with the small tears that just kept pouring as I drew his face into my mind, as I longed to see it at that moment. I would have been smiling, in case I was licking, I was alone, and I was just thinking.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and as the wind blew through my body I decided to close my eyes, pray and then dreaming that at least I could be with him.
How Time Flies
Let's go back in time. In the past while I was traveling. I saw times when I was down.
I laughed at what I saw. I heard bitter and sweet words. I've seen people mold me. I wish I had asked them.
But I didn't have enough time. By the time all the photos started to fade. I saw you coming. I couldn't help but stare and gaze.
Yes these kinds of things make you stand out. There was a whisper in the air that we would be.
Today is your day
Happy birthday! at her birth, no trace of remembrance, no memory of such a day.
Over the years, the truth has come to light, that the world does not know how to forgive, and that it will not stop just for you.
Over the years, a few days passed, there was the cantoon and the cake ready at the dining table for a meal, a smiles indefinable, thankful for grace.
But this is the first year, in which she will prepare, not for others, but for herself. And she invited you, may she be present, as she slowly lay down at the table, so that they can pray.
She will prepare, she will prepare herself, with her heart set on a wall, surrounding it, because she was tired of being hurt, and her body was tired.
She will prepare, to bury every memory. The sweetness of each kiss, the electricity flowing through her body, were the lifeblood of her consciousness.
She will also prepare herself, step by step, away from the routine, of what she enjoy, within the people combined.
The dawn of your face turned, in her eyes, as you watched, in earnest moaning, as she meditate, is this the love you are waiting for?
So dear to her birthday, as she lit a candle, she will say goodbye, goodbye to the nights she catch you. The moment they cling to each other under the marriages, where heaven is the witness of there love, it is only in the world that they can understand each other.
She will close, and she will repeat the words; "I'm ready" and ask for courage, and endurance, she shall count three:
One,
two,
three,
and in her eyes, she will blow the candle, and say goodbye to you.
Trouble in Paradise
Oh! my unique mother nature. Your beauty is commendable. But why does it seem to have changed. The former paradise is changing.
I always remember it. The leaves are still green. Time passed very quickly. What happened around today?
It is slowly eroding. Because he was being mistreated, it was like Sisa. Our surroundings are green. It is now wrapped in darkness.
But there is still opportunity. That would change what happened today. Let's help to eliminate the poison. Let's make a lesson about what happened then.
Come on, work together and change. No, we are all winners. To restore the desert. And let's make it a paradise.
I hope you write too
As I said before, I will never write again - I will never offer a poem for you. That last piece of poetry I passed away a year ago, tucked away in the sea erasing every image wrapped in sand - one year I watched the fall of every leaf of memory soiled and torn by the wind.
I thought it was the latter, as I recited in front of you every free match created from the depths of a secret love wound - but there was no secret that was not revealed so it would be appropriate to publish the sentiment on each leaf. re-emergence although I still don't know if it will reach autumn.
I thought it was my last encounter with each word with a message of emergence. I thought I would be able to appear right away, appear willingly and consistently apply each poem to the very purpose of each fall.
I have forgiven you many times but you come back many times - neither do I know if I should blame fate or whether I really need to accept it as part of my submission and reconciliation with Him. I encountered you so many times in a dream that I almost wondered why.
Your calendar list is filled with calendar dates of how many times you have been a guest on my sleep and sleep. It's not like I'm knocking on my pillow and blanket to help you - see if I can meet you and I'm not hesitating anymore.
We are met again and again where we first met and made promises to put Him first and there we finish each beginning with a sweet and flowery description of the words "if we really are." But I have repeatedly denied Him because I know you are for Him and I cannot say that tomorrow is open to us with a single door.
I cannot bury every memory that has become part of who I am today, past times they said I should just walk away and never walk. And if I were to rehearse each stage, I would not know how to encompass them with a kind of spice in every line of the poem.
I don't know if it fits the heart **** nor sometimes you can't open it. I have laid before Him everything with my forgiveness, with every prayer I have for His life in you - prayers for the building of your faith, for the deepening of your relationship with Him.
And no, I can't imagine that this is the way He does for me - that is, that he clings to every single person around me just to meet you.
Several times I avoided the sky with a warning that the time had come - the time when I could and could do it. We avoided playing as if we were playing the Interviewer and it was exhausting - it was boring to play because we didn't want to mess with nothing.
I chose to leave you but I didn't give up on you - I was just waiting to hear from you.
And yes, I do not want to waste hours and moments reserved for you to grow in Him. From then on, that was my only prayer to Him. And even as we appear over and over again, I love Him even more. Yes, His love for both of us was so heavy that it was better not to be alone in fear, but in prayers that were pleasing to Him when our Father was alone.
And yet, even though I can't check myself if this is the last piece, I still won't make it through writing. Even with the ink shedding on my pen I could keep writing.
And the poems with such an ending will never end. I also don't know when it will fit and if I should align each fabric differently.
However, every ink of every term has the same emphasis - a message I cannot speak, cannot speak face to face with so much like Rizal, I prefer this to be a style of emotional rebellion. It's a message I can't even name and will remain a myth --- a legend I don't know if you will come or not. I'm going to cover the whole table with overflowing whispers, for now: you should write. Now, you should give it a title - a title if there is even a "we" in the last lines or do we just focus on it and create a new chapter.
Life is like a wheel
Each morning was a hope and each night with their father and mother a golden light in the dark as we rested. My life seemed to float in the clouds as much as I felt when I was with my parents. But in life there are hurricanes that appear as if every minute, hour, day, month, and year of life are gradually diminishing.
Social change is just as natural as a cloud that is stained with black instead of white as a young mosquito. Mom and Dad are like a winged bird and lifeless, lifeless creatures are replaced by tears that fall. It's hard! Oh it's so hard. I am not used to this but my parents always tell me, "One day, we will be well". That's what keeps my mind occupied so I feel good because I know we are family.
Life is like a wheel sometimes above and sometimes below. So sacrificing is a very difficult thing to do in the world.
Hi, can someone hug me? I was sad, and my heart was crying because of my mother's news to my father. I express my feelings here, as no one knows me here. This news is sad. Hopefully we can cope with this trial.
@lethlieann
