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Change

Day 7: Writing 101

Prompt: Let Social Media Inspire You

Change

 

Memories are still here

Pasted in my memory

My childhood life

A life of a child

 

When leaves were what we played

Cakes were made of clay

What simple life was that?

Peaceful and relaxing it was

 

Now, I’ve seen children

Too addicted with computer games

How technology works for them?

You need to behold their balance

Or else they may lost their path

 

Changes never leave in this world

Wise men became wiser as what you can behold

Before, it was hard to communicate in the other side of the world

But look at now, I can see and you can see me

In just a click, distance become just a “measurement”

 

Yet, how’s your children, wife or your husband?

Can you still see them/her/him around?

Or you were just busy checking the whole world

Yet, you let technology breaking the road

Between you and the people around

 

It can’t denied how we love our current world

Yet, always put in our heart and mind

“Don’t let this modern earth drink the time

which supposed to be for your family”

Because one day, you will still miss the past

And what if your family became your past?

 

I’m not sure if the poem was really related with Matthew Lewis tweet. 🙂 . But, I guess just a bit; it reminded me that time and changes are directly related 😀

Thank you for reading guys. Good night!

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First

Day 2: Writing 101

Prompt: Write a List

 

First

 

First met

First date

First love

And first kiss I had

 

It was listed in heart

And fastened by a dart

It was treasured in a box

And was riveted by my love

 

His first lie

Was also my first tears

First time been hurt

And discerned my heart from tearing a part

 

Relationship saved at first

Yet, fate looked for its best

To end the relationship

And switched it again into friendship

 

First time heart sunk

But never been tried to get drunk

Looked for a paper and pen

And listed there all bitter feelings

 

Were all listed and been burned

From the first met

First date

First love

First kiss

First lie

First tears

And first broken heart…

 

Thanks for my bitter experience because it thought me to fulfill my task today. It was five years ago and I tried to squeeze and remember my feeling, but sadly I can’t feel the same pain, for me to put emotions on my poem.

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The Story about Writing

Day 1: Writing 101

Prompt: Why do I Write

The Story about Writing

 

If you ask me why am I writing

Perhaps, you will crack a laugh at me darling

What if I will tell you that it’s a call

Perhaps, you will think that I’m a fool

 

Here’s the story darling

For us to stop from being craving

On how this writing born in me

And became my lovely hobby

 

It was started with a silence

A silence which made my ears deaf

Piercing to where it originates

Was impossible for me to perceive

 

Then here comes a voice

It was a droning voice

It reverberated inside me

And demanding for me to express

 

“No! No! No! Not me!”

“I’m afraid to exude it verbally” I said

It was the time when writing and I

Didn’t know each other yet….

Ten years ago, the pen and paper met. A “master” is what I called myself, opened a door for them. It was an intimate relationship between pen and paper. Every time the pen kissed the sensitive lips of a paper, it formed another sensation which paper can’t resist. The master enjoyed its fruits from their intimate romance. The silence found its mellifluous melody, and the voice been heard, been expressed and found its resting place. Those words which were considered as the fruit of love, gave the master in peace.

Sadly, after a year, the master forgot what happened to pen and paper, because she became so busy of different stuffs. She never heard them again and also the fruits of their love were also gone.

Just this year 2015, the master heard a voice, (no, not literally a “voice”). It was like feeling that you’ve been called because this is your path. It was a feeling that you don’t understand “why”, yet you have no choice but to walk. Though it was so uncertain what’s awaits you at the end, but you still keep on walking. It was a called of “faith”. It was a faith who thought her to hear the voice inside her and generate it into words. It was a faith who gave her strength to keep going.

By that the “The Tunnel of Thoughts” created.

I write

Because I’m seeking the exact words to express my current feeling

I write

Because it gives freedom to inner voice

and

I write

Because thoughts must have a tunnel to express…