i open my eyes to the light of day;i heave sighs hoping the bleeding goes away.but my day all starts in total darknessas prayer departs from my godless lips. i close my eyes in the darkness of nights,my breath heavy with pain as the past bitesand shadows of old i try to run away fromchase... Continue Reading →
the clouds rolled in and covered my skies, dark they have become like my sun will never rise. the winds were piercing and the rain was cold, all these were brought in by endings unforetold. now the clouds are gone and i can see all the stars against the clear evening skies, glistening like scars... Continue Reading →
Poetry has been one of my outlets ever since I was younger. It helps me vent some steam without bothering anyone, and it helps me release pent up emotion. Lately, some of my friends have asked me to write an article to help them write their own poetry. Well, I believe, writing poems cannot be... Continue Reading →
I always had a song for you. I never sang them, but they rung in my mind and they echoed in my heart. They told of the words that I couldn't say, the thoughts I was always too scared to share. They painted the picture of stories I couldn't narrate, the emotions I never wanted... Continue Reading →
I stood up; you looked at me, and moved your stare away.Those eyes, those self-same eyes that used to look at mewith passion, love, affection. Now, they look at mewith disgust, ignorance, oblivion—nothing. I see nothingin those eyes but the bitterness of broken friendship and lovethat has not been consummated.Gone were the days where friendship... Continue Reading →
Why do I cry? Why do I weep? Why do I bring myself so deep? How can I laugh? How can I stop? When my reasons ain’t enough. Why don’t the rain Just wash away this pain, So the real me would remain And live a life so plain. Why do I grieve? Why can’t... Continue Reading →
You dwell in silence; I thrive in loquacity. You study the human body; I dissect language and pieces of literature. You color the world with your songs; I, through my poems. You tell stories thru your paintings; I, through my prose. You race in sunshine; I dance in the rain. You are forgivingly resentful; I... Continue Reading →
The words I read froze my heart, the roof caved in, the walls got closer, I was shrinking, yet getting older the way I feel, I wish you knew, but the words wont leave so now I'm screwed. I swear I try, I try so hard, pieces don't fit, I cry so hard I need... Continue Reading →
So one of my readers (I decided not to call them followers because [1] it make me feel that they are inferior and [2] I feel like I am some kind of a cult leader) asked me the question shown above. Instead of answering him or her in Tumblr, I decided to write a blog... Continue Reading →
Summary Robert Frost’s essay “The Figure a Poem Makes” talks about his own perception of how poem should be and how people should view poem. He mentions that all poems should be distinct from one another and should have wisdom that the readers can benefit from, not only to entertain them. The poem should also... Continue Reading →
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