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Name: Ser
Birthday: 1/28/1983
Gender: Female


Interests: Singing, reading, musing, writing poetry, swimming
Expertise: Singing like I may lose my voice tomorrow... Laughing like I'm the world's greatest joke... Feeling for others like I'm wearing their shoes... Writing like words are my own... "I am but a temporary visitor on this earth but do allow me to leave my footprints behind through the permanence that words promise for mankind."
Occupation: Student-Teacher in NIE
Industry: Funky English Lit Teacher


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Member Since: 3/18/2004

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Sunday, July 27, 2008

Rainy days make me nostalgic.



I think of the beach

the wind in my hair

smells of warm food

smiles on his face

a tenderness within

music in my head




right now it sings
"inside my heart... there is this space..."




the days continue to twist and turn

as i await his return


Wednesday, April 16, 2008

It's a long long time I've been away.

I have to start writing again; I feel a part of me dying
as I get embroiled in the grind of the wheel
of life as they call it on stage and in books
the poets rejoice in it when beauty is found
but plunge into a whirlwind of disarray when
sadness and madness blow their words away

even on this wheel that spins in one direction
i decide whether i want to cling on with my fingers
a grip that is comfortable but would hurt later
or spin it to the pace that i can finally walk alongside
steady footsteps in rhythm with precious thoughts in my head


Wednesday, January 23, 2008


i know how i cope
know i only choke
i feel my heart there
feel i gasp for air
i cry to no sound
cry i have been found
i see my own face
see i made the waste


waste the we that we made see i in the face in the waste cry i have been sound i cry to be found feel i gasp for air there my heart i feel where there my heart i hear where there my heart i feel air where feel air see i stare




i know how i cope
no i only soak





with words as a cloak


Monday, December 10, 2007

Cries of Witchcraft



It's saddening and shocking to hear
that accusations of "witches" are still heard
and believed in the Niger Delta area

Such incidents not only put the pastors and supposed prophets
to questionable shame but also show what
religion ought not to be like

It is not about abandoning your child because you
trust an outsider who says he is a witch
It is not accusing him of being the cause of the
separation between you and your husband
It is not blaming your illness on the magical powers
of your child's potent witchcraft


The ignorance of man becomes prey
to the selfish desires of another
who claim to reveal the evils of the land


The only evil at work here
are the deceiving adults themselves



watch this:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/news/video/2007/dec/09/video
and read more to find out


Monday, December 03, 2007


A survivor on
an abandoned ship

must not only endure
the waves and currents

the whims and fancies of the skies
the harsh and fickle elements

The survivor must aim to be a

fighter

challenger

believer


In order to eventually triumph over
the fears which surround and inhibit him/her


to eventually emerge a

Winner





Such is the same with common mortals
who live their life on humble land.


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"For fear, real fear, such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory like a gangrene: it seeks to rot everything, even the words with which to speak of it. So you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don't, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you."
~Chapter 56 in Life of Pi by Yann Martel



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