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Here is where you will find support in your endeavors, gentle encouragement when you feel like it's not worth it, and cheers when you succeed.
This village will be unique in that egos will be left at the door. When I mentioned balanced critique, I meant it. 2 good points followed by 2 bad points. No trashing of anybody.
And finally, everyone has something to say, it may not be something one agrees with, but one must respect the other person's right to say it.
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has added a new journalSalaam to all
I just wanted to invite my fellow writers and artists to a wonderful group that I was fortunate to find
islamicwritersalliance.net
they also have an egroup where you can meet many other wonderful and talented artists and authors. Welcome
Peace
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has added a new journalWhere memories are laid.
I turn over in the bed and glance at the clock. 9:30am.
My body aches. How long have I been asleep?
How long has it been since I?d gotten out of bed?
The body dent in the bed said a long time.
My head hurts. My eyes are swollen from crying.
It takes awhile before I?m able to pull myself up.
I look at the clock again, it is now 11 o?clock.
I pull my legs over to the edge of the bed.
My feet drop to the floor like heavy paper weights.
I lift my tear stained face, all I can see in the dark
Gloomy room are their bright smiling faces looking back at me,
faces that once brought life and happiness into my world.
But now it is dark. My light is gone.
Vanished, like the reality of a mirage.
How long has it been since my self-confinement?
My lonely reflection in the mirror cries for its loss.
One hundred days it has been.
One hundred days of grief I laid.
One hundred days of tears I paid.
I pull back the heavy curtains of a past gone by.
Living had once lost its meaning,
but now a new light fills the void.
A new life fills my soul.
Suddenly I hear sounds of old,
like a distant memory.
Not too far but just out of reach,
laughter and song, merry and bright.
I will never forget you for as long as I live,
but time has healed.
I will keep your memory close to my heart
where I?ll always be able to find you.
May 2007
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has added a new journalSeize the moment.
Ten to five and I still was not done. Casey was heading out the door when she yelled over her shoulders, ?don?t forget, the show starts at seven.? ?I?ll be there,? I called back. ?That?s what you said last time,? she grumbled ?and you didn?t show. Can?t that wait until tomorrow? This night is really important; you have to be there.? ?Don?t worry, I just have a few more i?s to dot and t?s to cross,? I said trying to sound convincing and sincere. She looked at me, ?okay, but if you miss my performance I will never forgive you.? ?I will be there, I promise.? She blew a kiss and left the room. I smiled to myself. I was quite proud of Casey, of all my friends, she was the most quiet, timid and reserved person I had ever known. She had some real self-esteem issues when we first met due to her misfortunate upbringing. But she has changed. Ever since she volunteered for the shelter for homeless kids, she has blossomed. Last year today, I could not get her to speak in front of a group of people, now she?s performing on stage! I quickly delved back into the pile of files on my desk. Obsession with completion and accuracy has always been my problem. I could stay up all night perfecting a perfect document. Now was no different. I was just closing the last file with a smile of achievement when the phone rang. ?Hello?? ?Gabby Adeline?? ?Yes.? ?Are you a friend of Casey Dales?? I gasped. ?Casey!? I looked at my watch, ten-thirty. I did it again. Where had the time gone? She?d never forgive me this time. ?Yes, I?m her friend.? The gloom in the speaker?s voice began to frighten me. My heart began to race, ?is she okay,? I asked feebly. ?I?m sorry maam, but she has been killed in a car accident. We will need you to come and identify her body.? Dead! Casey was dead! How could that be? I hung up the phone and sank into the couch. I broke a promise. I let her down by not being there for her and now I can tell her I?m sorry and how proud I was of her for her achievements. Why didn?t I seize the moment when I had the chance. How could I let my obsessions occupy me so much that I could not make it to her final performance? The next day, the papers were filled with praise and sorrow. It told of a promising, guiding light for disadvantaged children of the city, which was put out by a drunken driver when he slammed into her car as she was driving home from the Alpha Theater after her stunning final performance. A young lark, she learned to fly and now she has flown away never to return.
Always make time for the ones you love because when they are gone, you can never get that time back.
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has added a new journalLooking through the eyes of the canvas.
I remember a safe haven and a gentle hum,
looking through the eyes of the canvas.
Where firm grips keep out the storms
And soft scents caress the senses.
I remember all the ?times,
looking through the eyes of the canvas.
Where fantasies embrace realities
And Reality is for a child?s play.
I see hatred, hurt and rejection,
looking through the eyes of the canvas.
Where life?s past is left behind
And two paths are left to unwind.
I see life where there is death,
looking through the eyes of the canvas.
Where violent quakes and rolling waves
Bring closer hope where there is despair.
I feel the lonely entrapment of solitude,
looking through the eyes of the canvas.
Where shadows walk through endless seas
Never seen, heard or acknowledged.
And most important of all, the artist is never far,
When looking through the eyes of the canvas.
Engl 1515
Sec 1
Feb 22, 2007
class assignment #2
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has added a new journalAs Salaamu Alaikum everyone
Just want to wish everyone a blessed Ramadhan. I wont be as active during this month ( okay, so I've been absent lately :( but....I have a really good excuse for it (A) )because a lot of things are going on right now but insha Allah I pray everyone's siyam is accpeted :)
Peace