Just Keep Running

At one point of our lives we may have felt like running from something to find ourselves… I couldn’t have said the matter better than this poem—please read!


Mum goes into a home.

I just have to share this one, this is so good I couldn’t help it. I’m in a train boarding home right now and I’m fighting the urge to laugh out loud. I’m literally biting my lips it’s so embarrassing haha

Joke for today

One evening, a family brings their frail, elderly mother to a nursing home and leaves her, hoping she will be well cared for.
The next morning, the nurses bathe her, feed her a tasty breakfast, and set her in a chair at a window overlooking a lovely flower garden.
She seems okay but after a while she slowly starts to lean over sideways in her chair.
Two attentive nurses immediately rush up to catch her and straighten her up.

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I love this; beautiful piece. Tells so much about the modern day generation and how we take each day as though everything has to be hurried off and done in noise; forgetting to pause, reflect, stare at and appreciate the beauty that is our life and earth.


Silence: The absence of sound.

The sound that follows death.

The goal of the priest.

The prerequisite to hear God.

Silence: The gentle greeting of the breeze.

The impossible situation at the market place.

The inevitability of the human Spirit.

The punishment of the child.

Silence: The unyielding hold of the graveyard.

The sound that screams loudest on the inside.

The place of reflection and renewal

The place where all strength is weakness

Silence: The antidote to foolish talk.

The power that engages the wheels of the intellect.

The oil that lubricates the gears of the mind.

The place where all things are nought.

Silence: The place of creativity.

The place of no limitations.

The birth place of genius.

The place of self discovery.

Silence: The paradox of modern day living.

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Weapons – Interactive Poetry

Just got the time to reblog and share this with you all. I gave Blair a pretty random group of words but as always, her incredible talent can pull I think even the most unlikely words! Great job!

Danica gave me the words sophistication, knife, mud, and glasses for my interactive poetry.
For some reason, I had an extremely hard time coming up with something for these words. But, here’s what I came up with!


Our weapons of choice
will decide our voice-
Whether our lives are heard
or felt.

A sense of sophistication
can elude from the barrel of a gun.
The loud, sudden sound
warns of what’s been dealt.

Yet the silence of a knife
can end a life
with no noise to be made-
but the pain will surely show.

But once your weapon
has been chosen
and you put it to use,
the storm inside will grow.

Puddles will appear
as contorted looking glasses
twisting and conforming
your once familiar face
into something unknown.

Your mind will begin to flood
as the ground turns to mud.
You can’t seem to stand straight.

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Short and Sweet Advice for Writers – Write Like a Puppy

Probably the coolest (and cutest) writing advice I’ve read in a while.

Live to Write - Write to Live

Writing is serious business. Doing it well requires study, commitment, and dedication. There is a lot to learn – form, structure, style, voice – more craft nuances than I can name. “Real” writers sacrifice for their art. As Hemingway said, “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”


Sometimes, you just gotta play.

I mean, you don’t want to be this guy, do you?

Victor Hugo Victor Hugo

I didn’t think so.

Writing may be hard work, but that doesn’t mean it can’t also be fun. The trick is learning to approach it with a different mindset. Instead of coming to your writing with the weight of the world on your shoulders, try thinking about your time at the keyboard as a play session.

Going for it Going for it

Which brings me to puppies.

Puppies know how to play. They can make a game…

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Stop the 2015 Yulin Festival

This is something I was not completely aware of, I haven’t been really watching news and I’m glad Blair posted this, so after a few clicks on Google search I was left horrified, and the first thing that came into my mind is that why would anyone in his sanity do such terrifying things and call it a festival, as if massive killings and tortures upon animals are to be celebrated? In this modern time where I thought we are now educated to be more humane, nauseous behaviors like this are still put into practice; I thought we are far better than this.

Please let us all spare a moment to sign the petition (link given on Blair’s post) and hope to stop this horrible act sooner than it should be.

Animals are more compassionate than most humans. How anyone could do this to these poor creatures, I will never understand. The animals in meat processing plants were born and bred specifically for that purpose, and they are treated much more humanely than these dogs are. No living creature should be tortured and forced to suffer just for any “festival.” Their lives are much more precious than the meat off their bones.

Please, please, please take a few moments and sign the petition to help save these animals: https://www.change.org/p/president-of-the-people-s-republic-of-china-stop-the-yulin-dog-meat-eating-festival

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Of ghosts….

“They are just ghosts”. Interesting view from the given topic. Also liked the Casper reference 🙂


Writing challenge : Ghosts

The ethereal spirits that we will all become someday

As different from demons, they are our white witches

Mists in the night that are untouchable

Wisps of smoke that lingers after life is gone

I would fear them but then they are just ghosts

Casper the friendly ghost has taught me that they are good spirits

They sometimes seem to help but most times want to be alone.

Have you seen the movie “ghost”?

One of my favorites in life

I can watch it a thousand times and not mind

I am always caught by that soundtrack

“Unchained melody” by Righteous brothers.

All these make me not afraid of ghosts

But careful around them

Who knows, my Dads ghost may be nearby

I may sense his presence but then I may not

But after all is said and done

Ghosts are ghosts

Imaginary or real I…

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