#sep13

Nambalan, defined as a beautiful place,

Something valuable that I will never replace.

Experiences I've gathered since when?

Saw glimpses of fun unforgettable moments.

This is a place full of gwapo't napipintas,

Pati ugali, awan makitam nga nagalas.

Nature is prioritized over wrongdoings.

A colorful home in a gray land.

Agtitinnulong nga tattao,

Naragsak a bayan kumarkaro, kasano?

Wenno agay-ayat everyone in this town,

We can make a healthy and delightful green scenery.

Poetry by #NathanCocker from Poetry-365.com #Revolution #Poetry #OnThisDay #Poetry365

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Revolution was born in the roiled fields of France. The turning was here, with the surf in the vineyard. The twittering of swallows in the thatched eves, Chattering, like famished farmers in their smoky inns, The clinking of pottery tankards rousing blood, Fists flying in bluster after sinking a few more. The daylight charging down the shutters Prods…

I made such good friends in highschool, like REALLY good friends. Ive still have yet to make friends that made me feel like i could be myself. 

I moved away in 11th grade, and half assed keeping in touch. They’re all still so close and i just feel so left out, and every time we try to make plans to see each other, they never get back to me and i guess they’ve moved on and dont care about being my friend any more