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My name is Joy, and I love to write. Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground. Kiya's gift. I love it!
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"Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself."
CHARLIE CHAPLIN


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Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.

David Whyte


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This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.

February 7, 2019 at 3:24pm
February 7, 2019 at 3:24pm
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Prompt: What did you get in trouble for the most when you were younger?

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I mostly got in trouble for sassing and wisecracking my mother especially when she crossed me. This was probably during my earliest teen years.

Then, when my cousin and I were about 13 or so, we got into mischief together. The kind of mischief we got into wasn’t really harmful to ourselves or anyone else, but it was (supposedly!) humorous mischief, like changing the places of things. Once we had two sets of house guests in the house. When everyone else was in the living room talking, we sneaked upstairs and exchanged the guests’ bags. That is, in Guest A’s room we put Guest B’s bags and vice versa.

I didn’t necessarily get into such silly trouble on my own, but when my cousin and I were together, we cooked up a whole lot of things like that. All of them were ridiculous and unnecessary.

To this day, my cousin is my best friend, and surprise, surprise, we both ended up okay. *Rolling*




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