Falling Behind. A Poem by an Anonymous Author... 129

• Moda
• 06-08-2023 03:10

I once found a little handwritten note in a library book, likely forgotten by the previous reader. I had a closer look at the handwritten note, folded in two, and realized it was a poem. I kept the note with the poem by the unknown author as it intrigued me. I left it in my nightstand drawer at the time and kind of forgot about it. I found it again last night, and I read it again. It's a beautiful poem, even though I don't know who wrote it. I debated with myself whether I should share it, and finally, I decided that yes I should. This touching poem deserves to be read and heard, so I am sharing it here today. ~~~~~~~~~~ Falling Behind [Anonymous author] This is me reaching out over the grandest canyons This is me fighting at the chance to grab at the shadows of your sleeve in order to pull you back to me When I know how quickly you’ve learned

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POEM: The Fake Celebrities... 112

• Moda
• 04-08-2023 15:11

My DM is flooded with fake Elons,And fake Johnnys, And fake Brians, And fake Toscas, And fake Kimbals, And fake Mayes, And some other fake celebrities that I haven’t even heard of, But the impostors think I have. Hello big fan, I want to thank you for all your support and for being my fan. This is my private account which I created to contact a few selected fans, Because my verified account from Twitter is managed by my PR manager And I don’t have full access to it. Thank you for your message, dear impersonator, Very nice of you to think of me. The best I can do with this communication at this time is to ignore it. Or flip it to the other side and write poetry out of it.

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Book Unhaul... 217

• Moda
• 03-08-2023 22:01

It's been a long time since I last posted an essay on my blog (I have published mostly poetry over the past couple of months), so for today's story I would like to talk about books. Specifically, a book unhaul. Or rather, the book unhaul that I did, because I only did one so far.  I had a phase a while ago when I enjoyed watching videos about books on Youtube (or Booktube, how they so lovingly call it). I had developed a weird curiosity to see and admire other people's book shelves, what kind of books they read, what kind of books they add to their home libraries, what kind of books they unhaul. And I have to say, I was really drawn to the book unhaul videos, I watched lots of them, because it was interesting to me to know why people let go of books. And, as I discovered after watching a few dozens of such videos, the biggest reason why Booktubers do book unhauls is to make room for other books, new releases, on their bookshelves. In a way, it felt like being

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Haul Bonprix si 3 tinute de vara... 147

• Moda
• 02-08-2023 14:14

Vara asta este una destul de ploioasa si capricioasa (ploua de cel putin 3-4 ori pe saptamana in Cluj) asa ca profit de fiecare raza de soare pentru a purta rochii, fuste si pantaloni scurti. ...

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POEM: Because I Am a Woman... 104

• Moda
• 02-08-2023 10:00

My menstruation is mine,Because I am a woman. My female body is mine, Because I am a woman. My femininity is mine, Because I am a woman. My maternity is mine, Because I am a woman. My pregnancy is mine, Because I am a woman. My childbirth is mine, Because I am a woman. My breastfeeding is mine, Because I am a woman. My motherhood is mine, Because I am a woman. My womanhood is mine, Because I am a woman, And it is not up for debate.

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POEM: The Vaccine... 104

• Moda
• 01-08-2023 10:00

This poem was written in 2020, amidst the global pandemic. It was first published at Whitby Public Library – Archives, in January 2021. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Vaccine It brings us hope. Hope to get together again. Hope to speak to each other in person. Hope to kiss and hug each other. Hope to love each other in real life. Hope to travel. Hope to go to concerts, football games, and movies. Hope to enjoy ourselves at parties. Hope to be by our friends’ side at their weddings. Hope to dine at our favorite restaurants and shop at our favorite stores. Hope to attend our children’s school recitals. Hope to dress up. Hope to wear makeup. Hope to do everything we couldn’t do during the most trying year of our life. ~~~~~~~~~~ F

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POEM: Quarantine... 134

• Moda
• 31-07-2023 10:00

This poem was written in 2020, amidst the global pandemic. It was first published at Whitby Public Library – Archives, in January 2021. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quarantine I stay home. I work from home. I don’t spend time in traffic. I don’t spend money on things I don’t need. I don’t travel abroad. There is a mysterious artist in my neighborhood who paints inspirational art rocks. I live in sweatpants. I don’t dress up. I don’t apply makeup. Sweatpants are the new dress pants. I save up money. My garden gets a makeover. I sleep in. I cook slow foods. I skype. I write letters. I read dozens of books. I read this year more than the five previous years combined. I have more than a hundred unread books in my personal library.

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POEM: What Is Love... 98

• Moda
• 30-07-2023 15:50

What is love?Love is the laughter that echoes through the air, bringing joy and glee to our weary souls. Love is a delicate butterfly, fluttering its vibrant wings, awakening the dormant beauty within us. Love is the comforting warmth of a cozy blanket, wrapping us in a tender embrace on a chilly night. Love is the flickering candlelight, casting a soft glow that illuminates the darkest corners of our being. Love is the sweet blossom, blooming amidst adversity, spreading its fragrance of hope and resilience. Love is an intricate puzzle, fitting perfectly together, creating a masterpiece of unity and understanding. Love is the compass that guides us on life's journey, leading us toward our true purpose and happiness. Love is a vibrant painting, splashed with colors of passion, creating a masterpiece of emotions and connections. Love is the soft whisper in the wind, carrying words of affection an

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POEM: The Assault... 104

• Moda
• 29-07-2023 10:00

I saw some disturbing news today.There was this video circulating on social media of a taxi driver in New York being attacked by five people. The assault was vicious and senseless. The police were nowhere to be seen. Cars drove by without stopping. A couple of passers-by were filming the incident. But no one intervened to help the poor man. And to add insult to injury, His glasses got smashed on the ground. The video was short, so I don’t know the context. But with or without context, attacking another human being in broad daylight like this is despicable, No matter how you look at it. As I was watching the video with a heavy heart, I was wondering, What could have happened? Why did these five people get so upset that they resorted to such abhorrent violence? I wish I was there to help him. To intervene.

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POEM: I Can See It in Your Eyes... 103

• Moda
• 28-07-2023 10:00

This poem was written in 2020, amidst the global pandemic. It was first published at Whitby Public Library – Archives, in January 2021. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I Can See It in Your Eyes The world is sick, and we wear masks. We don’t hug, don’t kiss, don’t keep close. We cover our faces to protect our bodies. But it’s not just our faces that we cover. We cover smiles. We cover words. We cover feelings. We cover truths. I can no longer wear lipstick. The mask is the new lipstick. We make fashion out of masks, For we love fashion, And we still want it to show on us. We wear dazzled masks just like we used to wear dazzled dresses and stilettos not long ago. We can no longer talk to each other like before. Our words are muffled now. We must speak lo

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