There’s this hunger inside me
It begs me to release
It won’t leave me with peace
And with every breath I breathe
I lose one more little piece
There’s this weight on my heart
That makes everything seem hard
Is the world really this harsh?
Or am I just weak?
Tears keep falling doing my face
And everyone is saying it’s just a phase
But they’re not the ones trapped in this cage
They’re not the one...
Dear Diary,
Today I called her fat and ugly again, but I did not lie, how could I let her go around thinking she’s beautiful, when she’s really not?
Today I told her that she’s an awful person. And she is. She goes around trying to please people, but how could she ever be good enough for them?
Today I told her that she’s unloveable. How could someone love her when her existence is a burden to e...
There was a relief in feeling the storm’s approach...
All this waiting will come to an end.
It might bring destruction along its way,
But at least it’ll pass.
It might blow the warmth of comfort away,
But it’ll pass.
It might leave us naked and raw,
It might set us back,
And it might
But it will pass.
At least then, we won’t be scared of what might come
At least, we’ll have a fresh beginning
...
My old friend called me last night,
She wanted to see how I was doing in the land of the unknown, it has been a long time since we talked. We used to be so close, but life and distance pulled us apart.
So she asks me;
« Do you remember when we stayed up all night talking about the meaning of life? »
Of course I did. That night, we shared our thoughts hoping to figure out the evil and the good of ...
She is a sailor. A sailor gliding through the waves of life, the ups and the downs, lost in the middle of the sea; the sea of decisions that rocks her world every time she sails towards the wrong direction. She knew she was one mistake away from drowning, but how could she sail through this life hoping for the right direction if she didn’t even know how to grasp the ship’s wheel.
She’s a sailor ...
CHANGE
The first day that people started going down to the streets, angry and driven by the need for their rights, I was confused. Our national TV channel was broadcasting live from the ground where everything started. People were everywhere, talking to journalists in frustration, their bodies shaking from exasperation that is too big to be normal. That was when everything started. Everyday more ...
He was right there. Right in front of me. His lips were moving, I guess that means he’s talking, but I’m not listening. Is he really talking if no one is listening? Or is he giving a voice to his thoughts, silently…
If someone was standing there, right in front of us, moving their lips to the rhythm of their thoughts, but we can’t hear them because of our own thoughts running around in our head, ...
“That’s his last chance”, she said,
But everyone knew it wasn’t,
For every chance was supposed to be the last,
But it never was.
She has been waiting on him for two years,
Loving him with all her heart,
Waiting for him to love her back,
But he never did.
He saw her love as weakness,
And he took it as a chance to use it,
She thought that maybe if she let him,
Just maybe he will love her back.
...
I heard someone scream.
And as I looked around, I realized that I was the one to let out that blood curling sound.
I fell down to my knees and held his head in my arms, close to my chest, close to my heart.
He looked up at me with all the energy he had left in his body and smiled.
I sobbed harder.
“What did you do!?” I cried
“I saved your life, you ungrateful child” he smiled
“I’m no c...
