Tag: language
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Poem – ‘Try’
Swallowing pride, Suppressing suggestions of surrendering, To the doubts damning me from within. An attempt to achieve, Guised more as an attack on my ego, Failure must be coupled with Cheshire cat’s grin. To try, An action well-known to the brave. Yet not even an acquaintance of I nor him. Trying to…
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Homesickness & Appreciation
Am I the only person who gained a newfound appreciation for my home country only once moving away from it? I think the saying is true, we don’t really know how much we miss something until we no longer have it. And this point couldn’t have revealed itself to be more true than during my…
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Poem: A Parent’s Love
A Parent’s Love Embers of amor engulf us as you touch my face once more. Held in your arms as closely as the day on which I was born. You have loved me from the moment my heart began beating. A childhood spent with you, If only time could be repeated. Although I will grow…
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Poem: Time
We think about the future, So that we can enjoy its ‘present’. But like a dollar bill drifting in the wind. We never do quite catch it. We worry that it’s not on our side. Like it’s going by too quickly. Asking ‘where does it fly’? Time – isn’t it a peculiar concept?…
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Poem: Lust
I love you, More than I love myself. Likened to a fly in a black widow’s web, I entangle myself. In your lust. I obey you. Favouring your plans. Dismissing my own in the blink of an eye. To keep you. I lose myself. I fear you, I fear that you…
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Why I Wish I Was Multilingual
As an avid fan of Reggaeton I find myself desperately attempting to sing along to the lyrics of ‘Con Altura’ by Rosalia, J Balvin and El Guincho. Singing words in your own head, away from the judgmental eyes of the general public is one thing, but anytime I pluck up the courage to sing along…
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Insecure
Insecure I get insecure. Sometimes. I don’t know how to look you in the eye. Days go by where I just want to lie in my bed and hide. Tell me, Are we all just suffering inside? Please let me know I’m not alone in my struggles. I get nervous, I get anxious. But…
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23 Things learned At 23
1. My quarter life crisis is just around the corner (that’s at 25 for all you fraction phobics). 2. I can no longer sing the lyrics of Wheatus’ – Teenage Dirtbag without shuddering with guilt at the fact that am no longer a teenager. 3. My first silver hair has sprung out of nowhere, hopefully…
The Neon Squid 