Poetry

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The Hardest Part of a Job

3 years ago eatrundrawandwrite

The hardest part of a job is to pretend you are working. An hour seems a lifetime especially during Monday...

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A Late Bloomer’s Thoughts

4 years ago

Sometimes, When I can't think of something to write, I blame the hot weather on a cold December. I heard...

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Don’t Forget My Name

5 years ago

Echo Valley, Sagada Remember me in your prayers. Cleanse my name through your solitude and contemplation. At least, do me...

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My Bus Ride

5 years ago

As I step inside the bus, As it moves its wheels, To somewhere, somewhere, Wherever the road leads us, I...

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Midnight

5 years ago

The gate at midnight. Photo by Loleng. Lights off, the world is sleeping. Dogs howl, cricket's watching. The stream flows;...