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I’ve had my fair share of flops, failures, and disappointments in my writing career. However, the beat goes on and I’m still marching on. Sometimes I feel nostalgic, not that I yearn and want to live in the past (no, thank you very much.) But every now and then, old memories pop in to say…
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Born in this world but secretly from another planet Nods with the rest while harboring incompatible mindset Independent and forever running away from the crowd While burdened with a hidden yearning to be found
Being
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This poem is dedicated to my fellows who: – knew the sound of a dial-up modem connecting to the Internet – feared the Blue Screen of Death – hated the “tick tick” sound a floppy disk made when it had gone bad – waited an hour or two or three to finish downloading a five-megabyte…
Buzz
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Drink your coffee. Take a shower. Don’t forget your phone. Brave the traffic. Pay the toll. Avoid the orange cone. Check your inbox. Eat with co-workers. Then steal a nap. Take a break. Get your phone. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Orange Cone
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Neither here nor there is a tragedy No celebration, nary a bit of misery The worst that can befall on you is to be stuck It’s worse than running out of luck.
Neither Here Nor There
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Finding your Point of No Return will break the shackles of the past on your feet. It doesn’t mean you will completely forget about the past. Instead, you will no longer be haunted with its ugly memories. The past will become a book of lessons for you to take on your journey. The past will…
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A one-day break is all I need Some time to sleep or even read Kids are fun, they’re cute for sure But I really need a pedicure.
One-Day Break
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It took me more than a decade to understand what Celine Dion and the Bee Gee’s song “Immortality” was about. When the song was released as an international single from Dion’s best-selling album Let’s Talk About Love, I was only a teenager who had just discovered the world of music and the then paradise called…
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In an ideal world, we’d still be friends. Writing is our calling. But in the real world, we stopped being friends for a long while now (this story being one of the few reasons). She was a writer, I was a wannabe. My failed attempts to blog ended as a dot in my personal history…
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Of course, you won’t admit how much you think of me Your first thought in the morning before your cup of tea. At lunch you can’t escape, I swim in your soup As you doze off at work, I put your mind in a coop.
Think of Me
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