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Happy Birthday Handsome

You weren’t here to hear me speak my first words,

But you heard me say ‘Papa’

No one ever did before

You gave meaning to a word that meant nothing to me

You didn’t watch me take my first step as a baby

But you helped me up every time I fell

Oceans apart you stay

Closest to my heart you are

Your smile, you laughter, your words and your silence

They mean so much to me

In your heart is where I wanna be

Every day and always.

Through your mind, I want to run

Every time you’re down

I want to be your smile

When cry is all you want to

Happy Birthday My Handsome!

Piece of my heart,

So far far away,

Yet so so precious.

Happy Birthday Papa.

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She’s So Ugly

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PC: Christine Wu

 

It’s amazing how we are quick to judge

And seldom slow to anger

How we make assumptions and then believe them to be true

How we make our opinions our God

And worship them, blindly, in the temple of our own minds

How we give ourselves more importance than we deserve

How we do NOT give people the respect they deserve

How we think we know best

When really we know nothing at all.

Our mirrors are dusty, just like our minds,

We don’t let the new wash over us

And we let cobwebs of preconceived notions ruin that which can be beautiful

Understanding can be beautiful

Being respectful of other peoples’ beliefs can be beautiful

Imperfections can be beautiful

Ugliness can be beautiful

When will we stop judging and start embracing?

Never.


A Love Story

What’s lost?
She didn’t mourn during the last rites. Numb with bereavement, she stood motionless.
They lowered his body into the earth and therewith buried her spirit.
She had not wept at all in days. They shook her, wailed, brought forth memories of him, but to no avail.
She had lost the will to feel…

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Appreciate it!

Pina Bausch.