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'seoul'

i remember you

when i was upset, happy and in need of love

my voice jumping up and down

trying to follow your rhythm.

walking home, i always skip everything for you

if love and hate are the same words

i love you seoul

you trigger parts of my brain

and evoke my emotions.

you loop in my mind - like a rehearsal

to listen to you for the first time again,

would make my world shine.

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memories , the faculty by which the mind stores and remembers information . memories , the ones that store our most precious moments together . memories , the one that keeps the smallest detail of you stuck in my mind like the mole under your eye , your favourite colour , that one specific pair of shoes that you wear only on wednesdays

memories , the ones that will always give me the nostalgia of the times that we had even after 50 years go by and memories the ones that will forever stay with me even after you’re gone

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Title:memories of mine

I am 15 and I lost half of my memories.I need to get back my memories. For example the places i go and the things I do.
I have some good memories and some bad memories.
Some good memories is that I have spend most of my time with my cousin when I was in K2.
I cycle with my grandfather to school,make jokes with him.
My bad memories is that , my father left me and my family. He died when I was 3 years old.I didn't have the time to meet him and spend time with him.I leave with my grandparents since 2 weeks after I was born.
I WANT MY MEMORIES BACK PLEASE....

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I remember when i lost my mind

such a classic, dont you think?

there was something so pleasant

about that place...

the sweet, sweet, sweet innocence in his eyes..

filled with euphoria, not a single care, not a single

finger lifted in his posh-styled life.

you really think youre in control?

his smile, sparkly white... not a single cavity in that damned mouth.

but when he speaks, its like a monarch inside a 17 year old boy,

ruling over an academic with everyone falling at his feet, mouths kissing his ass.

does that make me crazy?

despise is all that fills me when i see him,

so many things i wish i could do, none thats legal in the law.

it could be something as so simple as telling him off but...

where's the fun in that?

i remember when i was little,

"violence is never the answer, darling."

"boys will be boys.. let it go."

how naive i was.

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What are memories?

Memories are to be recalled but not to be destroyed there.

I don’t why I feel that I have a lot of memories and I’m trying to recall all those memories I have. Sometime memories make us laugh make us cry. Some memories are memories that never happened such as dreams.

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drEam✨

i dont remember

i dont normally remember my dream but

on this particular day things were so familiar

till this day i can still remember

things were so familiar to the point where i remembered the exact people who asked me a similar question

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i remember laying by my phone,

waiting for your notification to appear.

weeks had already passed,

you had you moved on with your new friends.

scrolling through stories, seeing you having fun.

i can only watch you from far.

i’m happy for you.

yet, it’s so ironic isn’t it?

treating you the same way you treated me and

you can’t take it.

i opened my gallery yet again, taking a ride down memory lane of what we used to be.

our pictures. polaroids.

that was all i had left of you, us.

you weren’t the type of person who likes giving hugs,

you didn’t know how to comfort me when i was crying.

but those times you showed an inch of care towards me, it made me so happy it’s indescribable.

after all those years, memories.

i don’t wanna lose my best friend, my leo.

how i wished you knew how much i fought each and every part in me to stay.

that i didn’t wanna leave you,

but i had to.

i knew the longer i stayed, the more i’ll lose myself.

though i left you, i was left wondering if you even noticed that i was gone.

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I realise that today isn’t the past

going to a place where i usually go to.

it’s as if a water rushing down into a cup.

my heart shattered as if a glass shattered.

the place where we always create something new.

listening to the waters flowing.

watching the

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in another life

they tried their best to save him but it was too late.

‘promise me, that we’ll meet eachother in our next life and fall in love with each other all over again okay?’ he said his last words before leaving this cruel world.thats when it hits me the sharp excruciating pain . It strucked me hard making my knees give up on me as the warmth of my tears starts trickling down my face.

it was dark all over again. everything felt so empty. the world was slowly falling apart. little does he know,love is something that’s only meant to be felt once and once only .

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with each and every passing seconds,
with each passing heart beat,
i still remember the moment that i cherished with you
although the time spend was little but still those were my bundle of joys
with the passing time,
you changed, even i do not remain the same
but still i miss the old you and me
when our smile and happiness was our priority.
when our hearts was clear like crystal
where there was no ego, no corner for hate.
when there was caring for each other
but nothing remains the same....
with the passing time people change...
as we both changed.
memories with you is always memories.
past memories warm with deeds of other years.

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I remember when we first talked

It was awfully awkward

We rarely talk to each other

We just smile when we meet

But after a few months we cut out all communication and i start talking to another person

You were gone

Your voice was never heard again

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Memories
Memories is a must in a person.
It can be in animal too, but it works sometimes only. Memories is something that is very valued in person. It is to make you remember things, person, format and more.

For example, when you have to solve a question, like..maths question, you will need to rethink as you will remember about the format that can find the answer.

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Do you remember?
The 21st night of December.
When the party was ending soon
I saw her.
Across the room.

I remembered her smile.
The way she standing awkward in the corner
We made eye contact for a second
And averted our vision in the next.

I remembered the way I walked awkwardly towards her.
Praying that i dont trip over something stupid.
How i mustered all my courage to ask the question

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The Sounds That I Have Forgotten
Today I realise that the nature of
memory, or mine at least,
is silent, or perhaps more accurately,
quiet.

I remember the movement of time,
shadows slinking through the grates
of the metal grill of the front door
of my childhood home.

The lazy wave of the raintrees
that grew by the void deck
in our odd patches of grass we have
in our country.

I feel the vibrating hum of
the bus home, the second floor
of the double decker, way behind
my knees up on the back of the seats
in front, my ears plugged in watching
the afternoon dim and street lights
go on but I cannot remember the music
I was listening to.

I smell the burning incence and the
burning offerings and the roaring fire
that reminds me of the time
of the year, that soon it will be time for
me to fast and after that time
for lights to go up along
our neighbourhood streets,

Time that passes as my youth streams through
my fingers quicker than anyone can
imagine but so silently
that no one notices.

I close my eyes to listen to the present
before these disparate images remind
me of a life filled;

I hear the wind, I hear a koel bird,
I hear voices, just behind the door,
I hear my breath, I hear my heart,
I hear you,
calling my name.

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𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭
What did I forget something?
I don't know..
Maybe I'm just too forgetful.
To the point where I forget
what I forget.
It might not be important..
But what if it it
What if I'm supposed to do something
I promised to do.
What if I promised something to a friend
But I forget what it was
Wow
I am a bad friend
But what if its not important!
And I should stop thinking about it..
Maybe..
WAIT!?
What if im supposed to help my parents do something a few minutes ago??
Hmmm
I'm starting feel that I have
short term memory..
Yea..
Oh well
Maybe its just not really important
I always forget

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Mr Syafiq's Guide to Being Real in your Writing

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Mr Syafiq's Guide to Being Real in your Writing

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We want your writing to be first and foremost, meaningful to you. Writing can be very personal and that is okay, as long as you have put in the effort that we expect from you. Remember, all writing is worth reading if the writer places time and work into the lines written. Here are a few rules that will help you in your writing, follow them close:

Be Serious, and only then will your reader give your words the respect they need. It does not mean to be cold, calculated or to use as many literary devices as possible. It means to write with conviction, to believe in every word you pen down.

Be Sincere, to yourself, to your skill, to your ability, to your feelings. Your writing defines who you are, similar to how we answer to our names, your poems tell readers of who you are. It is okay to emulate other writers but do realise that you are your own poet, with your own style and voice.

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