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October 9, 2019
 

I am nothing more
Than a page
Than a moment

Than a feed of life that's fading
Into different shades of grey

I am no more than a routine
Than a sequence
A refrain

That's replayed, reused, recycled
And rewinded every day

I am predictable
Responsible
Reliable
Redundant

I am well thought up and choreographed
Constructed and precise

I am what you see of me
What I leave for you to find

For unperceived
Does not exist

In a world outside the mind

My mind is hidden
Unshared, untrue
Can not be paraphrased

Into words, pictures or sentiments
That fit the everyday

When failing to find
How to share the mind
One forgets how to be
And who to be

Untill trails of thought
Wind up dead ended

...

MADE WITH LOVE
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October 8, 2019
Palm Bay, United States

Awakened in the aftermath
rising unshackled from our past
in the light of redemptive grace
breathing in life
maybe the first time in decades
wondering at the newfound clarity
surveying monuments to memories
that populate this odd menagerie
and illuminate these storied pages
bringing purpose to the pain
a new path to follow
a new fire to burn

MADE WITH LOVE
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October 3, 2019
 

To live in the past

Oh how I long

The simpler times

When me and you got along

You were weak

I tried to be strong

You pushed me down

I dragged you along

What seemed like love

Was infatuation

It was an addiction

You were my relief

A means of feeling

A means of being

I felt alive

With a moment of hope

In a wasteland of memories






SUNSET LOVE
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October 1, 2019
 

The spaces between
each finger,
Were meant for yours.
When your hands have
Found their home.
And me in your arms.
I’m floating on cloud 9.
Each space between
my fingers,
Holds those tiny
memories of us;
Never ending;
same as our love.

LOVE IS LIKE A FLOWER
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September 23, 2019
 


   Notes of nostalgia
   Play longingly in my mind
   Taunting ev'ry thought.

   JD




*Memories*
#nostalgia #WorthyShares September writing prompts

TO MOVE ON IS TO GROW
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September 24, 2019
 

    You are no longer here
    Your body
    Only ash now
    And here I sit
    In the sapphire serendipity
    Of you light
    Wearing my halted halo
    Grateful
    For the memories
    That keep you
    Grounded with me
    On this earth.       Janine




*Grounded*
#Ash #SmittenBookChallenge book title writing prompts
#SapphireSerendipity #HaltedHalo & #GratefulFor #TealMoonHarvest September writing prompts

Happy Birthday Mom.  You are missed.

RESILIENT
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September 23, 2019
 

there are months
when i hardly think of you,
and days when you are ever present,
moments where the quiet sea within me
rages recklessly
and i become a d r i f t
in the anarchy of you
in the chaos that reigns
behind your moonglade eyes
i am drowning in them,
sinking into aquamarine dreams
these bittersweet memories are killing me
slowly
and all at once
i am afraid
that one day
your memories will swallow me whole
- ashley jane

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LET IT GO. MOVE ON
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September 23, 2019
 

Heaetbeat increases, when
he says ,
still I Miss You.

I Missed that
every moment,
When i was with you.

When you felt shy
to looked at me.

when our eyes met
and you smiled.

when i saw our
undefined love
in your eyes.

We never said but
Felt the same .
Love of ours just
Left in pain.

Noone knew and
Noone will know,
Your silent love
Is still my reason
to live for sure.

This feeling will
Never change or
Fade with time
Coz being in love
Is so pure and divine .

You still own my heart
And i still live in your thought.
Being away was not
what we chose
It was our destiny, which
We accepted as a parcel
Of our abortive love.

I am missing you
My love! to be in my life.
For now and for ...

BOOK LOVE
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September 23, 2019
 

Out of all those hundreds of guys trying to reach me out to just get to know me,
and then others who'd do anything to go out with me for a coffee,
and then those others i randomly come across in my college who'd do nothing but try to flirt with me,
and then a couple of left outs in my friends' group who'd keep giving me signals,
why is it you who i still care about the most?
why is it you who i think about the most?
Maybe because you were my first,
maybe because you were special,
maybe because you were different,
maybe because you were my everything,
maybe because i loved you truely,
maybe because i still do....
So, when are we going for a coffee together?;))

FEEL IT WRITE IT
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September 22, 2019
 

Life can take away everything, expect the most beautiful memories and moments with you.....
         Luv$n♡₩

SUNSET LOVE
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September 19, 2019
Boerne, United States

To whom I know it will never concern:

I haven’t used this account in 3 years. Forgetting everything I once wrote, I rejoined in hopes to find a pen pal to help me strengthen the Polish language I am trying so hard to learn. However, I looked through my old writing to find love letters... Not nearly as good as the hundreds I wrote on paper to him... To remind him that he was loved. What breaks my heart is that now, looking back in time, not a single letter was appreciated except the first or second. In those five and a half years, I did so much that wasn’t appreciated... Yet I never saw the signs.
I remember when you returned home from Mexico. The way to looked at me at the airport was not ...

BHAVYA SINHA
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September 16, 2019
Navi Mumbai, India

You were like those Prayers
that could calm my oceans
deep inside.
Just like you, these prayers
also became a distant memory
hard to be true.

You were like the sweetest
Melody,
the Music to my tiredness.
Just like you, now the music
comes on someone else's tape.

You were Like those Clouds
that became the soul of sky.
Just like you, those Clouds
don't Stay for-ever either.

                          - Aroo Joshi

SUPPORT AND SAVE US!
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September 11, 2019
Ponte Vedra Beach, United States

Chapter 7- I am 9 years old
Nativity BVM ( blessed Virgin Mary),Biloxi, Mississippi

It is the 3rd grade that smells like a bakery. I have a best friend,Doreen, who sits with me everywhere and shares my secrets. We both like the same boy whose name is Lloyd, because he towers over the rest of us.
“Dreamy” she says, as we giggle uncontrollably. “He is looking at you!”.   I glance over my shoulder and he is staring. I wonder why in world he would do that?
Sister Ignatius teaches us intensive math as we count out loud “ 2x4 is 8...2x5 is 10”. I sing song my timetables all day until they are ingrained for life.
“ Healthy girls do not need nail polish because their nails are Pink with health” s...

SUPPORT AND SAVE US!
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September 10, 2019
 

The other day I watched a Little League game from the parking lot.

I no longer play baseball, but I still love it. The car ride over as you shake with a combination of nerves and pure excitement. The team chants from inside the dugout as their teammate makes their footing in the batters’ box. America’s Pastime holds something special about it, the ability to put a smile on anyone’s face. Whether you’re an avid fan or just the person accompanying someone who enjoys the game, it’s hard to withhold a grin while at the ballpark.

It’s moments like these where I choose to put my phone down for all of 10 minutes and sit in the car, watching the sun set behind the left field fence where I’m broug...

NEVER FORGET
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September 7, 2019
Bengaluru, India

Remember those days when you use to pack your bags the night before and force yourself to sleep early even if you can't stop thinking about all the fun things you get to do with your friends on the school field trip?

I actually miss that kind of excitement in life now!

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ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS
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September 1, 2019
 

BEDTIME ROUTINE
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Let this duvet of dreams

Encompass me

As I weigh myself down

With memories of us

Tell me why

Our conversations

Play on a loop in my brain

You have become the soundtrack to my life

Instead of counting sheep

I count the fragments of you

That I keep scattered around my room

There was a part of you hidden in between the pages of my favourite book that lies on the bedside shelf

It collects dust now

Another lies trapped in the mirror

Sometimes when I glance at my reflection

I'm convinced I see you

Yet when I look again.

I don't

Once I clear out your side of the wardrobe

I'll find you nestled inside an old shoe box

When...

THAT'S SO SAD
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August 25, 2019
 

Chapter 6 my story and
Weekly challenge-flying, fling and forks.
I am eight years old

We have been flying to Keesler Air Force Base in Biloxi, Mississippi aboard a rickety twin propeller plane leftover from World War 2.  My dad is a Master  Sargent and will be training the new recruits.
     There are no housing units available so we will be temporarily living in a derelict old barracks scheduled to be torn down. The three story buildings are creaky and deserted, but the military has turned on electricity for our unit and placed 9 single cots with metal springs and cotton mattresses covered in ticking for us on the third floor. We each have a pillow and one blanket.
     My mother is anxi...

FACE YOUR FEARS
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August 23, 2019
Mumbai, India

A scary celebration..

It’s been a few years that I have realised this one thing about the seasons and it touches my soul in many ways.

As soon as the monsoon ends, the weather goes a little dry and it’s
🍂 autumn🍁 and it gives me a really weird vibe!

In my country, the colourful, traditional and celebrated festivals arise around this time.

I used to love this part of the year as it is so calm and there’s a sense of silence even in the noisy world around me. That silence is my own and it makes me feel so nostalgic and I lose all my senses to understand.

It is beautiful yet scary, as I go through all the flashbacks that made me who I am.

Today as I was walking by the road in the eve...

SUNSET LOVE
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August 23, 2019
 

the years accumulate,
filling the space between us
we live in the margins,
avoiding shallow waters
filled with hollow words
we’re all fake smiles
and bitter reminders
and thinly veiled distaste,
the ghosts of what once was
i suppose
i always thought
we’d find our way back
but apparently
some bridges
were made to burn
- ashley jane

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THE SUN
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