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The Midnight Vesper: In The Eyes of Victor and His Monster
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When the light fades out. I give thanks to the day I had. As it turns into night. The solitude washes the sins I got. In The Eyes of Victor and His Monster. The creator of life may consider me as an accountable assistant for I have successfully recycled his degradable good on earth. Reviving what supposed to be 12 feet below and presenting opportunity for him to roam above the ground and admiring the night sky is the ultimate achievement of all time. I have returned the precious life to him. Yes, my brai...
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The Midnight Vesper: Reality Bites!
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When the light fades out. I give thanks to the day I had. As it turns into night. The solitude washes the sins I got. When something goes wrong. The inner part of this limited mortality aches. It shouts a silent scream,. As it sheds invisible tears. When something goes wrong. The core of this mortality is unquestionably challenged. To rapidly move into the light,. Or blend in with the dark. When something goes wrong. The mortality experiences a threatening seizure. Yet, chained by the broken limbs. It sl...
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The Midnight Vesper: February 2010
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When the light fades out. I give thanks to the day I had. As it turns into night. The solitude washes the sins I got. When The River Flows. I was born in the land of dreams. A paradise for the broken souls. Where each is served with fruits on gold platters. And dressed with crystal teardrops. I was raised in the land of fantasy. Where the frozen rivers are just like rainbows. Green as the trees, yellow as the stars, and red as life. And the people bathe in chocolate current. When the river flows.
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The Midnight Vesper: The Downfall of Legacy
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When the light fades out. I give thanks to the day I had. As it turns into night. The solitude washes the sins I got. The Downfall of Legacy. Legacy is something transmitted by or received from an ancestor or predecessor or from the past. 8230;and the world did! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This month's topic is descriptive works. The class is trying to present various products of descriptive. You might find it too simple or too difficult to understand. Hey, it's creative writing! Never ask why ;).
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The Midnight Vesper: True Friends
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When the light fades out. I give thanks to the day I had. As it turns into night. The solitude washes the sins I got. True friends stab you in the front. (Oscar Wilde). When Wilde’s quote has lost its meaning for me, I stumbled on a more personalized quote which is applicable for me personally,. True friends stab you in the head, not in the heart. (Fransisca Kristanti). Labels: A Sobering Thought. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This month's topic is descriptive works. Hey, it's creative writing!
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A Civilian's Stroke: One Less Problem Without You
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On Contents I Used. Friday, May 22, 2015. One Less Problem Without You. You're saying that you know but I really really doubt you.". Tapi tenang. Tulisan ini bukan mengenai Ariana Grande, lagu, apalagi karaoke. Saya mau bicara soal masalah. Sepertinya semua orang punya masalah. Kalaupun ada orang yang tidak punya masalah sama sekali, saya belum pernah menemukannya. Meskipun yang merasa tingkah lakunya tidak bermasalah (padahal iya) ada banyak. Mine And Mine Only. I found this picture in this article.
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The Midnight Vesper: When The River Flows
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When the light fades out. I give thanks to the day I had. As it turns into night. The solitude washes the sins I got. When The River Flows. I was born in the land of dreams. A paradise for the broken souls. Where each is served with fruits on gold platters. And dressed with crystal teardrops. I was raised in the land of fantasy. Where the frozen rivers are just like rainbows. Green as the trees, yellow as the stars, and red as life. And the people bathe in chocolate current. When the river flows.
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A Civilian's Stroke: October 2014
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On Contents I Used. Wednesday, October 22, 2014. Hari ini ada dua topik yang menarik perhatian saya. Topik pertama muncul ketika saya sedang mengobrol ngalor-ngidul. Dengan beberapa teman kantor saya, yaitu tentang konsumerisme. Ceritanya temannya teman saya menulis disertasi yang didalamnya menyinggung tentang bagaimana di masa sekarang, kebutuhan manusia sebagai homo economicus. What Drives Us to Buy. Lucuk sih. Banget sih. Tapi kok.*. Saya bukannya tidak paham keinginan memiliki barang yang hip. Besar...
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A Civilian's Stroke: June 2015
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On Contents I Used. Sunday, June 28, 2015. To Live is To Love. To make those rainbows in my mind. When I think of you some time. And I want to spend some time with you". Jatuh cinta itu perasaan yang sangat menyenangkan, bukan? That sense of excitement, that constant urge to smile, that longing for one more text from the person, that sting of jealousy seeing the person talking with another. Buat saya, dengan memberikan pengakuan bahwa komunitas LGBTQ berhak untuk melakukan pernikahan antara mereka, pemer...
