"A human writer needs to think and many times rewrite their work. We put our heart, creativity and imagination into each write to bring it to life."
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I need to stop thinking of myself as a misfit, unworthy of that valetine or enough for a prince on a white horse. I AM someone's happily ever after.. someone's fairy tale.
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For the brave, words are not enough. For the crazy, there are not enough words.
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A silent scream unheard still carries the weight of a thousand words.
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Sometimes the hardest pain is born from the absence of honest words.
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When you’re just an option in someone’s life, they’ll overlook the value of your presence, no matter how rare your heart is. True worth is only seen by those who are ready to cherish it, not by those still weighing their options.
By: Innantia Magcanya
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Children off to college. We cannot hold on too long to anything of this world, even what is dearly heartfelt. Nothing was ever ours alone, to claim and keep.
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We are born as flames and die as ash because the world doesn’t know what to do with the fire in us.
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We are a world that demands perfection, but fears sincerity.
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Hypocrisy is when you cry for the world but ignore your brother fallen at your feet.
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Do not be angry with the dormant friends you have on Facebook and on social media who do not LIKE or comment on your statuses and pictures, and do not congratulate you on your birthday. See them just as the regular passengers you meet every morning on the train and bus on your way to work, and with whom you do not exchange greetings ? the only thing you share being just passengers on board the same train and bus. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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The entire world is in chaos because of greed. Greed is the bane of all forms of anomalies. Greed. Greed has destroyed everything. I mean everything. Prof Adejola Joseph.
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Some songs are just not worth singing
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It’s hard to live with dignity when the world teaches you to survive through compromise.
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To stay kind in a world that strips your soul is a sacred kind of madness.
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Teaching is sacred work—watering wonder, pruning fear, and tending the spirit’s silent blooming.
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Beauty is an expression. A spiritual statement. Not something that can be put into words
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That's how the world is crazy. Thousands of officials and people are sending their endless heartfelt condolances to one footballer recently died by accident, but no one would have taken a blind bit of notice to thousands of children shattered and died on purpose in war everyday.
That's how the world becomes psycho and insane to the best version.
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"Writing brings me joy but God gives me the words."
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"The words dance as the reader, reads them."
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When an unexpected tragedy snatches us into its cyclone to transport us to a remote world, we can pretend that our choice is right to appease our extreme folly.
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As bad as it is, it is better for the growing awareness. Maybe from the awakening, the pen mightier than the sword, us priests of poetry, the rarefied hearts of humanity, can make a positive contribution.
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Indeed, each of us a pixel, of the human psyche...but important enough to Christ who allowed Himself to be crucified for all, no exclusions. We may see ourselves as mere pixels, but God sees us, perhaps, as part of the Greater Body of His Christ portrait..?! Who am I to argue with the One who gave me Life, and so much living opportunity? So much power...my conglomerate able to beautify or destroy an entire world?
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"What worthy upshot holds in store
is integrity which counts for more." Reason A. Poteet
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"Poetry is that craft which springs from within a wordsmith's own heart, soul, and mind." Reason A. Poteet
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Hug someone today, by words or by look.
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Nobody is perfect. No matter how calm, collected, or "perfect" they look. When you know that you have flaws and you work on them, that is what makes you better.
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I write for myself first, what the world sees in the words are just gifts others choose to give back to me. If anyone believes I write to impress they have been given the wrong impression
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Dreams are as great a mystery, worth exploring, as all of our awake others.
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If only wings all words would soar...too many anchors yet to endure.
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