Writing has been my means of expressing my thoughts. Writing has been my way of expressing what I feel, to burst out my emotions. In writing, no one will judge you personally, face to face. Because in writing, you are alone by yourself, just you.
I write because I'm happy.
I write because I'm sad.
I write because I'm in pain.
I write to express myself.
I write tonight.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
Darkness,
you always surprises me
of your appearances.
Sometimes you would appear beautiful and nice.
Sometimes you would appear
scary and dreadful.
Darkness, would you find me
Someone who would make me friends with you?
Just by holding his hands
I won't be afraid of you.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
12.13.14 this day, my day
I was given another year to live
Another year to grow
Another year to start a new
This day have made me realize
Realize that I have to let you go
Let go of the thoughts of you
Let go and never have to look back
I was then never remembered by you
I was never been special for you
I can say you were never mine
And I will never be yours
I have thought for days and hours
But you never remembered my day
As you have told me you would be
Would be there when it will come
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
They understand you.
They accept you.
They make fun of you.
They compliment you.
They are thankful for you.
They love you.
They are your friends.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
Thoughts of you are killing me
I don't know how and why
This is just how you affect me
And I want this gone
Sometimes near
Sometimes far
You make me confused
On what we really are
I hate you for being like that
Don't know what you did
You have left with no goodbyes
But still haunting me with your mem'ries
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
If I told you I love you,
Would you save my heart and soul
From being broken?
Would you love me too?
Would you save me
And pick up these broken pieces
And put it together
To make me learn to love again?
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
I thought having this done would change me. But, all I have understood now is that I made a scar to myself, a scar that would always remind me that I was so deeply into someone and it was gone. I thought it would make a change in my life, a new beginning. Instead, I would always be reminded of what happened because of this. Thus, this would always be a part of my story, a story to be told to someone who would accept me and would wait for me whatever it takes to be by my side.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
You are so friendly.
We get together easily.
Talked and laughed,
Teased and loved.
Something changed.
I needed space.
You understoood
And I left.
Years after, I was good.
I got back.
We were together again.
Still friends no matter what happened.
But now, I don't know.
Just recently you changed.
You were one of my most trusted friend.
But now all I could say is I don't know.
You've changed.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
Slowly, night falls.
She remembers him.
The time where they constantly exchange words.
Words of life's experiences
Happiness or sadness, darkness or brightness.
But now, his gone.
Leaving the story line undone.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
Experiences.
It's something undergone,
Planned and unexpectedly done.
Perhaps, an element of life.
Experiences.
Either positive or negative
It brings mistakes and lessons
Perhaps, an essence of life.
Experiences.
Shared or not
It shows the real you.
Perhaps, a story of your life.
Experiences.
It will always be a subject.
Undergone by all, all of ages.
Perhaps, the good thing 'bout life.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC