Tag Archives: Remembering

Why Did I Let It Happen?

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Mo- ments drawn out of past calamities to painful to forget but easy to remember the caution of not repeating.
Stretched out imagination pinning for an influence to drunk out to respond. 
Tortured thoughts of flash scenes not the thing of the pleasant flash mobs.
“How did I get myself here? ”
“Why did I allow it to happen?”

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Choked Up [Prose Poetry]

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ÁWá photograph via Wikimedia.org

So much to write about but nothing to say, well it is plenty in sight.
However,My heart is choke with emotions to heartbreaking to poke through. The veins of story flowing to  heart felt pulse sowing into arteries for disposal of much needed relief. My mind screams the dreams that never open like a flower on the off set of spring.

Some Tips For Reading Blogs

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You may wonder who is that crazy person who wants to give people tips on reading. It’s only me, your weird blogging friend Noirfifre, haha. I want to share with you some manoeuvres I use to make the most of reading on a platform hosting millions of bloggers. Isn’t that just down right crazy and exciting at the same time. Since, I dip my toes into blog reading both on Blogger and WordPress around 2009/2010, I learned some tricks. It was through reading that I became attracted to WordPress.

 

1. Subscribe to blogs that carry topics which interests you, you do not have to “follow” another simply because that blog showed an interest in your blog. Now I am not saying you if you have a regular reader/commentator on your blog, you should not go over to their world from time to time. Who knows you may come across some posts address in a special  way which piques your radar to a new delight. However, when you do reciprocate subscribe just for the sake of it, you will open your Reader to topics of no appeal to you. What would WordPress feel like then? Yes, I subscribed  to a few bloggers who are not subscribed to me and that is fine. For example, I read regularly of  bloggers quest in conquering the world through travelling. Shoot, I live vicariously through them because I love seeing photos and reading tales of gorgeous sites and extraordinary natural creation. However, my blog has no major interest to these persons because I am not a world traveller and certainly think thrice about experimenting with unfamiliar food.

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Bleeding Hearts

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 Photo by Tess Kincaid via Magpie Tales

They come here every year around this time. They meaning the ‘people’ of course, many crowding around the designated site with its bows and trinkets.

Some people buy the little goodies just to give to the charities of all the events that follow after the media left. Left for the fresher story but the people never forgot, coming back not just for show but for healing.

A need for a hurting heart, bleeding from tragedies from many decades ago. Blood that   never stop to flow.

Blood flowing when Japan planes dusted Pearl Harbor in red in 1941.

Blood flowing when Sandy Hook flowers screams filled the air in 2012.

Bodies floating like wild sargassum in 2006.

Bodies floating in rivers because of the Christmas Eve trough.

How many more hearts must bleed?


Magpie Tales interpretation for 297 entry.

 

Time And Place Book Tag

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Via Wikipedia with modification

In my humble opinion, Time and Place Book Tag is one of the most interesting book tag I stumbled upon because it makes you think about your reading journey. Jen Campbell, creator of the tag on YouTube, asks you to think of 10 ten books and what you were doing when you read them. It is mind provoking isn’t it? However, instead of 10 books, I will do 5, just for the sake of brevity and because I have done so many memes with 5 that the number sticks in my head. haha.

let us dive into it:

1.Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen
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The first time I read this book, it was at A’Level for English Literature. It was the first semester of the academic year when I studied my first Jane Austen read. I remember my English Literature teacher clearly (one of the best EL teachers in my academic life) and the discussions in class with myself and the other 6 students. Yes, it was a very small class and if I remember clearly there were 7 of us.
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