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 Sep 2014 Karen Newell
Ruthie
We need to be careful with our hearts.
Being reckless and sneaking out onto rooftops is fun.
And touching each other's skin is fun.
But being reckless with a heart is just cruel.
For the both of us.
Because in the long run we don't really have each other.
We just have now.
And what will happen when now passes?
Where will that leave us?
Friends.
Lovers.
Strangers.
I'd like to think that in a year passing you on a street will bring warm feelings.
Nothing bad.
But heartbreak can change people.
Being reckless is fun.
But it hurts.
We need to be careful while we're being reckless.
 Sep 2014 Karen Newell
liz
Home is where
your walls have seen
all the ones you love.

Home is where
you've been hurt,
and the floor was your best friend.

Home is where
cheers of joy filled the halls
on a holiday with champagne.

Home is where
every single square inch of your heart
is mended and safe.

Home is where
I haven't been in quite some time.
How long has it been since home was a constant melody dancing in the air?
 Sep 2014 Karen Newell
Kenshō
Bring me

A time where food was for eating;
Thus, no hunger, nor over eating.
A time where clothes were for warmth;
Thus, no cold, no glamour.
A time where night did not sheath criminals;
Thus, dreams were merrily spoken.
A time where humanity was whole;
Thus, no discrimination.
A moment where time didn't exist;
Thus, no one sweated being late.

Time came and it went..
.
 Sep 2014 Karen Newell
Jedd Ong
Somewhere
Deep inside me
I can tell you the reason
For why

Pawikans escape to the sea
Only to fiercely
Return home knowing
Imminent death—

And why minted Simoun
Returned home with weakened
Hands and shakily digs up
The remains of his young
Grave—

It's because
The heart that will not rest
Until it has cleared
Our good name
In the annals of history.

The name of a nation
Blotted with such
Scattered pride.
Paying my respects to a beloved book of mine—Day of Valor by Pauline Lacanilao.
As a gentle breeze she touches me,
by her oppressive silence she ignores me,
I fix my gaze to her enchanting eyes,
she itinerates herself impulsively,
By my due quixotic quality I love her,
But with her democracy she forsakes me...
Relish the moment thoroughly either happiness or distress,
Don't let this moment impact the next moment,
Because the next moment has it's own birth,
Let every moment has it's birth and death in itself...
Don't try to carry it to the endless dimension of life as one cannot,
And it leads to the ultimate suffering,
If one has to drop that accrued moments at the entrance of eternity...
and you are going to drop it however...
So let it be your immediate volition to drop the essence of the moment,
"Memory is the past,future is fantasy,now is the existence".
So be with the existence always,it will undo the past and fix the future..
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