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You: A Fusion of Tongues

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How I Wrote the Poem "Colors: Painted Texts"

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Colors: Painted Texts

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July 2014: Me - After the PowerPoint

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My Journal Notebook. On July 21, 2014. My Old Post

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A Glimpse of My Past: Why I Write
After sometime, I am back to my writing again!  That feeling of restlessness, that mixed feeling of sweetness, concentration and lightness, that near consummation of love, that "it" thing that comes fast and slow in a world’s glint and praise of a Creator.
As always, my writing comes out of necessity when one craves as to physical urgency. 

When I was a child, I wrote on notebooks and coloring books.  My coloring was imperfect because it went out of lines.  In fact, my art teacher did not like me.  I was better in English, not so much in spelling, but almost perfect in vocabulary. The first poem that I was able to memorize was “Drop a Pebble in the Water,” by James W. Foley.  I made it easy in impromptu speaking and class discussions.  In written exams, I often got high scores and never failed.  I always searched for new words that rhymed.   I was a fan of Popeye and Moby Dick on TV.  There was one time I fought with a boy on a swing and ea…

July 2, 2014. My Journal Notebook. I Am A Writer

I didn't use any gadget on July 1st.  I tried to savor the simple life.  It was stress free.   Now, I'm back to our modern life.  We need to update.  I need to update because this is my work. My body seeks its vocation.  Once a writer, there is no turning back even if you get more or less of it.  I will not change the saddle of my horse in the middle of a fight.  My body is made up a pool of shades that swirls into time. I am a writer. As always my mentors, tell me to let go.  I say, "No."   "You have to... "They insist.  "Why?" "I'm scared I may not be able to come back." So here I am.  I cannot come back.  It will be foolish to pretend. And as literature is a very complex art, I cannot explain what drives me mad.  Reason is impotent.   Yes, I have to write honestly. That is my responsibility to those who will read my work.  I will try to write better everyday in my fiction, in my essays, in my poems.  As Kierkegaard says, "We…