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“Surrounding Your Memory With Simple Air” – promote Yourself


If You Forget Me – by Pablo Neruda-YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

by Pablo Neruda

You – Promote Yourself


Dear God – Promote Yourself


God 3  
Oh Dear God, please talk to me 

I’m not the way I’m supposed to be 

I know that time fixes everything 

But I wasn’t the girl I’ve turned out to be 

Oh Dear God, I know you’re here 

I’m afraid I’ll disappoint them 

That’s what I fear 

So You know exactly what I’m going through 

Oh Dear God, please talk to them, there’s no one else but only you

Tell them not to scream at me 

Tell them don’t be mean to me 

There’s so much pressure I have to bear 

There’s no one to help, there’s no one there 

This pain is slowly killing me 

The hate has started to fill in me 

Oh Dear God, please tell them to stop  

They don’t know it gets to me 

Their screams are running through my mind 

And that’s when I give up, I’ll never be fine Oh Dear God , I’m  letting go 

Cause, they don’t understand they’ll never know 

So oh Dear God, please tell them to stop

They don’t know my story 

They don’t know me 

     Soha Mujaddidi

 Hi. My name is Soha and I’m 17. I’m from Afghanistan. I’ve been doing poetry and writing stories since I was 9. And I want to continue and eventually publish a book some day,hopefully. Most of my poems are about my personal life and poetry is the way I express my self and I hope to inspire people through expressing myself.

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