Raindrops It’s a win for all of us who’ve been hurt. The raindrops outside my window. Are they streaks of water, or are they angels’ tears? Angels crying for us? It can only benefit us. Even if it washes onto street corners and into gutters, the supernatural things still cried for us. And sometimes rainbows…
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A thousand rebirths. I transformed a thousand times. I moved back to northern Virginia from Doha, Qatar in Dec., 2021. Dec. 2021 was also the same month that I wrapped up undergrad, I finally graduated from college. I personally think that the college gen ed (general education) requirements are way too burdensome on students, and…
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To the darkest hour, with love. It doesn’t matter what happened to her, or what might happen to her in future. She’s a flashlight and a warmly-lighted lamp that will provide light. I think God said in the bible, “I am that I am.”
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I am happy As my friend, I have to say that me, the night sky, and the constellations are all fixated on you. And yet we’re all the same, we’re together in this. There’s no erasing the future, there’s no building the past, except in our imagination. May your hopes be high, and your prayers…
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I’m not really political in any way, I’m apolitical. But I’ve recently noticed that I might have some tendencies that are considered conservative, Independent, and liberal. And so I’m not really a leftist or a rightist. Maybe I’m a centrist, a moderate. I prefer the label “political Independent,” or just unaffiliated. I tend to think…
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I initially considered many other options, beyond teaching. I went up and down the list, and I job-shadowed, interned, volunteered, worked for a little bit, and interviewed at many different places and job settings, before I finally decided on a career in education. I seriously considered fields like mental health counseling and social work. I…
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Refuge, wings What would happen if we stopped seeing shapes and patterns, visions and imagery? These are our lifeblood. What if music, art, and poetry stop existing? And what happens to friendship and love when it’s questioned too much? I’m full of love, loving; and we’re lovely, love’s devotion. | How are we here? And…
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we are enough Our hands and hearts form a circle, a singing chorus, and a bright rhythm. When the patterns and laws faded, we found hope in the chaos. We found hope in the colors; jet black, blue-black, something like charcoal or ink or glossy black paint; deep brown, like the bark of a tree;…
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protection in your form; a shield Love liberated me. The best thing you can be is liberated from the evils of the world. Let me sit in the shade of your shadow. I want to take refuge in your silhouette. The sun overhead always has a lot to give; heat, warmth, light, intense energy. It…
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A cabinet, a bookshelf, an alter My wooden bookshelf in my bedroom was once a cabinet of sorts in the kitchen; it’s where my mom used to store onions and potatoes. I removed it from the kitchen, cleaned it off, and now it’s in my bedroom where I use it to store books, notebooks, and…
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