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School Doors Knocking | I'm a teacher, again
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A chance to say hello … I will respond. A Teacher’s Memoir. Finding My Way – An addict’s state of mind through the acceptable trappings of social anxiety. I'm a teacher, again. To me writing is currently a release. I haven't quite decided to what degree it is I'm searching within my words, yet, I feel something matters somewhere, right? August 16, 2015. I can hear the sound at night,. The clasp when the handle shakes. As the door slams shut. This is not an offensive sound,. Tonight, while I lay in bed,.
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Waiting … | Wordz2Go
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Currently on holiday in the Côte d’Azur, I am acutely aware of the ‘haves’ and the ‘have nots’. Don’t walk past me today,. Ignorance is bliss they say;. You’ve passed me before –. I’m still here … waiting. I dream of a meal. On a china plate,. A knife and fork:. My blatant begging bowl,. I’ll wait as long as I must. Don’t walk past me today,. Take pity on my mute ballet. Tomorrow is another day,. I’ll still be here … waiting. I was hungry and you gave me food. I was thirsty and you gave me drink. To find...
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Albert Camus – Nehal's World
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About (આ બ લ ગ વ શ ). Stories I’d like to tell. ગ જર ત કવ ત. The Myth of Sisyphus. 8221; It is during that return,that pause,that Sisyphus interests me.A face that toils so close to stones is already stone itself! From “THE MYTH OF SISYPHUS” by ALBERT CAMUS. October 24, 2014. August 24, 2015. 2 Comments on The Myth of Sisyphus. થ ડ અ ગત અ ગત. November 12, 2016. To Autumn – William Blake. November 11, 2016. The Windows – C V Cavafy. November 6, 2016. એક સ ક કવ ત. November 5, 2016. November 4, 2016. To the...
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Memoirs of a sinner – Page 2 – I nearly forgot my broken heart…
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Memoirs of a sinner. I nearly forgot my broken heart…. October 17, 2016. October 17, 2016. You can have my words. Useless things after all. You can steal my drama. I don’t long for it anymore. I’m down there in the nowhere. Cellphones ringing without end. We can take this road I know. But I don’t have the strength to pretend. So utterly numb and confused. Nowhere left to go. Unfriend, dead end, pretend. Which way, I don’t know. October 13, 2016. These worn out roads all lead nowhere. One in seven billion.
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07:20 – Memoirs of a sinner
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Memoirs of a sinner. August 14, 2015. The wind is blowing through the graves. Of all these unrealized dreams. Hidden in the shadows of the past. The ghosts of what could have been. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out.
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The promised land – Memoirs of a sinner
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Memoirs of a sinner. August 6, 2015. Remember the promised land. We always thought we would find. Remember all the promises we broke. And all the dreams we left behind. Perhaps there will come a time. When all the sadness is washed away. But all love ever did was break my heart. So that day is not today. I write, because there is no one I can tell. I say all these things so someone might see. I want to be part of something more. Thank the broken parts of me. Eyes without a face. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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20:10 – Memoirs of a sinner
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Memoirs of a sinner. August 11, 2015. I cannot undo the past. Nor make sense of it. A vast blur of memories. I cannot find answers. I only hope that you will find me. I have walked for days. This direction then that. Hoping to find you. I have wondered empty halls. Now I can do no more. But pray that it was true. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email. 27 81 865 5656.
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Fuck you – Memoirs of a sinner
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Memoirs of a sinner. August 15, 2015. It’s not difficult. To be disgusted by society. Everyone looking for an instant fix. That will fuck for fun. Yet I want more than this. Sure men are the same. Looking for the next place. To stick it in. But I don’t want a moment. I want more than simple skin. I watch them use the words. The love you’s. That they do not understand. Well here’s on thing. And fuck me for being who I am. 2 thoughts on “ Fuck you. August 16, 2015 at 4:33 am. August 16, 2015 at 3:30 pm.
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February 2015 – Memoirs of a sinner
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Memoirs of a sinner. I nearly forgot my broken heart…. February 25, 2015. It’s a feeling of death. A lack of any kind of purpose. A dreary blur of time. It’s the constant sway. The indecision, mundane. The thing you cannot define. It’s never the demise of others. But your own inward mortal decay. That should leave you this way. It’s the milky coloured eyes. Where once colour used to be. That shows all life has gone away. February 18, 2015. February 18, 2015. The dreams just sit there. February 16, 2015.
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