It was 1 in the morning when I got the notification. Just a short drive. It’s been a quiet night; hopefully it will be more productive once… Read more “The last ride”
What does it feel like to be free?
A status deemed high and mighty,
Above the state of peace and serenity,
What does it feel like to be actually free?
To not be bound by rules and regulations,
Customs, old taboos and religion,
To be scrutinized and viewed as the opposition,
For choosing our own options,
Damned by old beliefs and superstition,
Is this what you called civil?
Hate thrown from one to another,
Disguised under categorization of specification,
To live under a country of one banner that bans and hate the others,
To be spewed with hate and subtle racism,
Stereotypical thinking not to race, but to a belief,
No matter how much freedom one is given,
There are lines, still, one had to follow,
A set of thoughts you had to reconsider just because it not the norm,
Ancient words we heed and we listen without compromise,
We became the army of subconscious hate and judgement,
To turn a blind eye on the truth for the sake of lies,
If such thing is freedom, then I’d rather not have any,
If my thoughts are scrutinized by the public,
What freedom do I have to practice?
If for the status of it, you have to deny your own belief, your own thoughts, and most importantly, your own dignity.
What is poetry but emotions put to words,
An organized mess of emotions,
Blood written on paper,
Requires no convoluted plots nor counter plots,
There’s no need for intricate sentence,
Simply the purest, unadulterated thoughts,
Scribble down your demons,
Describe your hell,
In each labyrinth of person, is a story to tell.
Behind a smile conveys an unimaginable feeling,
Distraught emotion over the pain they’re dealing,
It’s a story that needs no introduction,
No ending nor solution,
Give it a hear, pay attention,
A simple question could change everything,
“Are you okay?”
I grew up with questions, Of how the grass grow, I wondered of the trees, And the branches of leaves, The smell of flowers, Innocent and naive,… Read more “Tree”
She is beauty in a troubled world, Word expressed beyond its meaning, Beauty in way how the light reflected upon her eyes, Beauty in perseverance and strength,… Read more “She is”
It’s 1 o’clock in the morning,With my body lay upon bed,Staring onto the plain ceiling,Thoughts occupied my head ,But neither of them help,Many nights have I postponed… Read more “Nights”
A collection worth finishing in one go. 🙂 Anyone had read it before?
Her name is filled with syllables no longer pronounced within my existence, Three too many, one too short, a two syllable word that even my battered, hardened… Read more “Syllables”
(credits to whoever drew this) “It’s going to rain soon.. ” Yes it is. The skies had darkened and the sound of thunder claps echoed. Each… Read more “The Rain (1/3)”
I woke up in despair over something, again. Though in reality I never knew what it was. It would come and it would go just like… Read more “My peculiar dream and how it ended”
If today were to be the day I breathe my last, Hold me tight, hold me close,If the time were to come, it’d be too fast,If I… Read more “If I were to die”
Hey there! It’s been awhile since I posted anything due to hectic college schedule and just the fact that I don’t have a laptop to write on.… Read more “My ebook! (or just book) “
Any fans of Teddy bears? 🙂
I went through great lengths to find this. Only to found it in a local library nearby. It has aged considerably, being in the library for more… Read more “Blast from another past “
Cheese tarts! Born and bread (pun intended) locally. 🙂