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Ongoing, First published Sep 06, 2014
Sometimes we feel like writing down what we feel. I compiled it in this piece. Poems, Haikus (my own format 7-5-7), Sonnets, Thoughts and some Literaries. 

Most of the time, we feel relieved once we expressed what we feel and this is how I do it. My coping mechanism. My way of telling people what I am experiencing. 

Writing is a passion that needs time and right manner. Writing literary pieces is not as easy as theABC, 123, Do Re Mi. Writing needs emotions, different emotions. Happiness, sadness, curiousness, hopefuls et al.

Hope you take time to read some and comment or vote. Criticism makes one do better and I would like to live that way. 

Any reproduction of parts and/or the whole context and content of each poem is punishable by law. 

Plagiarism and unauthorized copying is a crime. 



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Breakfree: Igniting passion, Chasing freedom Simply, one writes to be heard. Whether it be by a person you most dear, people you bear grudge against, by your country or by yourself, one writes to be read. But it has never been a simple obligation to hear out voices in your head, and you try to talk to them like good old friends and convince them to strike a pose in paper by means of words. Some of them mutter then slip away, not agreeing the way you dress them in letters; while a few choose to stay, flaunting confidently with poise. So when rhythm of literature plays upon your writer's hand will then they harmonize and start to dance. There's a sense of euphoria like that of a launching eagle, gliding through space of freedom, when you bury seeds of your thoughts with a quill. You plant your idea with your passion being the light and you pour your soul into it, so when it starts to grow, and you let it be, you'll feel from above how lovely it is to be free. To write is to make love with liberty. Either you want it gentle, or you prefer choking, you'll eventually end up freeing something.