October 2011
1 post
“Anything that annoys you is “for” teaching you patience.
Anyone who abandons...”
August 2011
1 post
poeticallyundead:
Indifferent and confused
lost in love and lies
unsure what to do
because I can’t find the truth
I know this is it
whether you’re in or out
and I am stuck in the middle
waiting for a sign
on what I should do
but there is nothing
July 2011
5 posts
3 tags
I Care - Beyonce
I told you how your hurt me,...
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Heart of a martyr
I could still see your face when I close my eyes. You still haunt me in my dreams. I could still feel your presence, your heart. Maybe it’s just an illusion. But it feels so real. My tears have dried up. My heart is mending. But am I a fool to believe that one day, you and I will be together again? Am I a fool to believe that your heart screams for me but you’re too much of a coward to fight...
4 tags
Idle day
As I sit here alone, I wonder of many things. Thoughts of love. Thoughts of the future. Of friends. Of the dried flowers sitting on my desk and the memories it hold. But like any other idle day, I never reached a concrete conclusion on why things are the way they are. It sounds vague I know, but can we really say that tomorrow is guaranteed? With this question in mind, I sit here wondering about...
2 tags
“I miss you” Silence. And I hung up.
“I miss you too” I whispered to myself. Meant for you. But kept in my heart.
1 tag
Fix You - Coldplay
When you try your best, but...
September 2010
2 posts
Maybe ..
I was just going to live in the moment. It would last as long as it lasted. Yet, in a small corner of my heart, I hoped that everything would work out somehow. That we would find some way to be together, but in my head I knew that wasn’t realistic. This thing we have was doomed to end in heartache, but perhaps if I was careful, maybe I wouldn’t lose my heart to him If I was careful,...
what is this? why have a blog?
Well because I can! Kidding aside, creative writing is my way to unclutter the mind. A lot of times when I find myself confused and unsure of what to do or say, I freely write what it is that I’m feeling and thinking, or try to at least. Whether it’d be in coherent sentences/paragraphs or just a word or phrases that doesn’t make sense when I read it the day after. But it helps...