This-GAS-Thing Poetry

             Once upon a time there's a girl standing in front of the window, her name is thalia, she was waiting of her mother to comeback after so many years. After her mother leave her with her father for other guy that she only know for a week. She's always praying of her mother to comeback and hug her again. Her father always cries in his room because he misses his wife so much but the same time he don't want her wife to comeback again.                He and her daughter are happy they're always go out, eat outside,and  they try to forget his wife and her mother to beacuse they know that she will not coming back home and that she is happy with her new husband. Every sunday they go to church, his daughter praying for her mother's safety and how she miss her mother and she prayed for his mother for his father to be happy and in good health.              After they p...

                  Once upon a time, Its was Friday in the morning, alone in the library corner, she's a silent watcher. Her ballpen dances on a paper, words flowing from her mind. Classmates' laugher fades into background noise as she delves deeper into her thoughts. Behind her glasses, eye gleam with intensity, absorbing every detail. Words are her world, solitude her her solace. Yet, beneath her calm facade, a fierce passion burns. She's not just a student, but a dreamer, an artist, a seeker of truth. In her quietude, she finds her strength.                Within the maze of her creative energy, she navigates strange domains, turning stories that obscure the line between reality and daydream. Each of her write may be a decree of her being, an assertion of her undaunted assurance. In spite of her soft-spoken nature, her words have an inalienable quality that resonates all through the hal...

                    Once upon a time, in a small, picturesque village nestled between rolling hills and a sparkling river, there lived a young girl named Lily, she was known throughout the village for her kind heart and her love for nature. Every morning, Lily would wake up before the sun and take a long walk along the river, admiring the beauty of the world around her.                                                                                                                                                                  ...

                    Its summer afternoon, the sun deep below the horizon casting a warm, golden glow across the sky. The gentle breeze carried the sweet smell of coconut tree, mingle with the distant sound of my cousins laughter echoing in our big farm. As i took a sip of my steaming coffee, its rich, earthy flavor danced on my tongue, while the soft, fluffy blanket wrapped around me offered a comforting embrace, the sooting melody of a piano filled the air, each note resonating deeply within me. In that moment, the world seemed to slow down, and i was developed by a sense of contentment and happiness. 

A peaceful and quiet environment with a breeze touches my skin. A day so silent after waking up from a midnight sleep and starting my day with a spin. A person I deeply appreciate and love from within. Oh, how could I repay and give you everything? My grandmother, who looked after me, seeing her grow frightens me. In a town in Ilocos, I am happy to stay here no matter what it costs. A person I respect remains here, I will repay her and gladly give my share. I don't have much, and I am aware, but working hard pays off I assure. One day, when I get everything I desire, I will come back and give her things she wants to acquire. As I watch the sun set over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, I am filled with a sense of peace and gratitude. I think about the sacrifices my grandmother has made for me, the love she has showered upon me, and the lessons she has imparted. I am determined to make her proud, to show her that her efforts have not been in vain. I know that...

                    It all started in a small town in Vigan,  I was a little child and would usually cry very often due to me just being a child I had a dog back then with a droopy ears and I would play with him every  afternoon but one dark and windy night the winds where strong blew away a lot of debris  and one of those debris hit and injured my dog when I saw my dog very gentle with his leg and I saw it was bleeding.                  I asked my mother to bring my dog to the vet but she declined so my dog had to suffer for days and night whining and crying until I woke up one day my dog wasn't in his usual place, I asked my mother where he is in a gentle voice she told me that he passed away, eight years from now his grave grew flower                 I sometimes sit beside her grave and stay there for hour...

Activity 1 Write a Vignette about a particular memory in your life by using sensory words.

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