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Moonlight

Tonight the moon shines so bright. The moonlight reminds me of that night. That one night we had a fight. We promised that we’ll stay despite. A promise that nothing can tore us apart. With the moon being our witness,…
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When There Is Finally A Text

I have spent a ridiculous amount of my life waiting. Waiting to gradate high school. Waiting to be married. Waiting and praying to have kids. Waiting for the right job. Waiting for relationships to be restored. Waiting for it to…
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Battlefield

Battlefield is a spoken word poetry written and shared by Merry Princess Joe to The Ugly Writers under the theme After The Storm for the month of June.   Battlefield   I’m stuck between wanting you to stay and wanting…
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The distance sky

We look up to the sun to tell time, While we look up to the sky to get inspiration. The combination of time and sun evokes one’s mind at certain hours.   A shade of ombre orange pierced through the…
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Lumang Larawan

Naalala mo pa ba ang huling paalam nyo sa isa’t-isa? Nakasuot kayo noon ng kayhabang puting damit at sabay nyong inihagis pataas ang inyong sombrero. Tumigil ang mundo mo noong kinamayan ka niya pagkatapos ng martsa nyo. Doon unang nagsimula ang paghihintay mo sa muli ninyong pagtatagpo.
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What Ails You

It is a feeling of possessiveness. The idea of having that person is totally joyful and you never care about what really is reality. Keeping that person within your reach is one thing that you first establish.
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Gypsy Cabin Blues

Holding tight to her green and arid sierra shawls, she peers over a fresco valley set in leprechaun gold. Like a megalithic Buddha she rests on a boulder's shoulder beneath a thulian sky lit by a gingerline disco sun.
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Our Hearts

Our Hearts is a poem written and shared by John Krux to The Ugly Writers under the theme After The Storm for the month of June.   Our Hearts   And now, after countless memories, heartbreaks, and tears, the only…
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Rejection

She looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back. Or was I the first to smile and she smiled back? I don’t remember.
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Love Struck

I will love you behind the cameras When nobody's looking and it's just us I will love you And only you With not much that I have But with this much that I can
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Who I Am

One of the core concepts of the Enneagram is that each type embodies both virtues and vices and that there is a redemptive path of integration or a destructive path of disintegration available to us depending on whether we embrace and develop our virtues or give in to our vices.
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Lull

But wouldn't it be great? That the world I grew up with Will it be different from the one I will leave?