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bartleby May 2015
I've seen them all come and go
All the chances I refused to take
All the opportunities I refused to grab
Because of the courage I lacked
Hesitations consumed me
Insecurities ate me up
All that's left was fear
And now I'm dancing with regrets
I can only watch them make their parents proud
While I stand there wishing to be
Someone I can never be
I wonder until when will I hide
Behind these shadows
I can never seem to get rid of
My feels on our major production, GLEE: An Adaptation
bartleby Jan 2015
So tired of everyone
   blabbing about everything
So tired of myself
   blabbing about everyone
Give me a break
Give me a rest
Take everything away
   or better yet --take me away
--From all of the things that hurt
--From everything, from everyone
So tired of being tired,
So tired of trying, so tired of failing
So tired of wondering, so tired of wandering
So tired
bartleby Jan 2015
for being not enough,
and for being too much
—at the same time
bartleby Jan 2015
Have you ever felt so full,
and yet so hungry?
Not a starving,
but a craving?
You long for it
You weep for it
It scratches the itch out of you
It pulls the trigger within you
—breaks your heart
—crashes your sanity
It’s not hunger,
but a wish to fulfill
It’s not hunger,
but a dream to pursue
bartleby Jan 2015
Maybe I just don’t really deserve it
The happiness I craved for so long
Because if it were really meant for me
It would not have to be this hard

Perhaps this is not a heart’s wish
But just a pure selfishness
Because if it were really meant for me
It would not have to be this hard

Am I really worth it?
Do I even deserve it?
Because if it were really meant for me
It would not have to be this hard

Will it ever be enough?
To just work hard and fight for it?
Because if it were really meant for me
It would not have to be this hard

Because if were really meant for me
It would not have to be this hard
I would not have to feel so worthless
I would not have to feel so empty
bartleby Jan 2015
Transforming your feelings into words
is much harder than writing an essay for an English homework
To write an essay, you need a light bulb as a representation of your ideas
But to write how you feel?
It’s like solving a Math problem
So complex, so confusing, so painful, so difficult

Falling in love is like magic
Of all the people in this world,
there’s only one out there who will make your heart beat faster than usual
It’s neither a joke nor an exaggeration
Every little thing they do will be a special thing for you
Every moment with them,
whether it’s an imagination or an actual situation,
will forever be kept in your heart
An excerpt from one of my blogposts way back in 2012 transformed into a poem
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