How does the spark die out so quickly when it was ignited not long ago? How does the rain come falling down in the midst of the heat? I still wonder how we’re not the same. It’s weird. I care and express passion. I look and I search until I’m burned out. Then, the sun … More An old fire
You there, sitting alone What has your mind bestowed upon you tonight? The world goes by, and the tides continue to roar Loneliness humiliates you as you let go of the light Your doubts have grown; your dreams ran their course Did you bring this upon yourself? Heart tainted, mind eroded Where have your faults … More You there
Despite the barriers, despite the armored shells around us, feelings sneak in and spill out, contagious and relentless. Tears dry, hearts change and steel turns to rust. I stand in front of you guarded and armed nevertheless. Your curious eyes, they follow me as I undress. I’d stay longer if your heart satisfied my tastebuds … More Rusted Hearts
We met underwater on an evening tainted blue and the night was illuminating your soul’s hue. I took a step forward. “Aren’t you afraid of me?” I’m always jumping off edges, I say. I no longer fear the fall ’cause the fire is burning me still. I love love, been covered in red but I … More We met under water
My Li’l Place for nominated me for the Mystery Blogger Award for quite a while now. I know I’m late to the game but sometimes answering four simple questions can be overwhelming, but here we are now. My Li’l Place shares little snippets of her thoughts and feelings. She enjoys expressing herself through photography as well. … More I am Nominated! Mystery Blogger Award!
Things don’t matter, they hurt nevertheless Hearts do shatter but I still try my best ‘Cause when the night comes in, I start to live within where the dark is hidden and the truth remains still … Diving in water, looking to care less My heart’s growing broader but my life still is a mess ‘Cause … More When the night comes in
MCM475 – Critical Analysis of Mass Media: Assignment “He Named Me Malala,” 2015, is a documentary directed by American filmmaker Davis Guggenheim based on the biography “I Am Malala.” It provides insight into the life of a young Pakistani girl who was shot by a masked Taliban gunman in 2012 after demanding women’s rights to education. … More Representations in “He Named Me Malala”
Time in and time out, we’ve all been wondering Who’s in and who’s out, we just don’t know Your words are simply extravagating You looked at me as you were speaking and I took the blow ‘Cause your eyes look like honey, I came close and when there was no one between us, … More Eyes like honey
Was it wasted time? How do I say I’m fine once you’ve taken mine before you walked away? Did you have to go? Should I have known? We were walking slow before you stopped it there. Maybe I should’ve asked more questions along the way but I was skipping around, naive as always when … More Feelings hurt
My body is frail. To think that I can handle this is a highly inaccurate assumption based on nothing but blind optimism. I write the same things over and over again because it is my only temporary remedy, but even I am getting tired of reading the same words. If only someone can pull the … More “It’s just a voice”
There’s something uplifting about laying empty-minded in the dark. The light cannot speak to me. I don’t have to stare back at something that cannot see me. I am free from empty conversations. Earlier today, I spent a few hours staring at the mirror, wondering if I know who I’m looking at. After mindfully inspecting … More Diving into the surface of things
I can’t stop thinking about your lips against mine. I must’ve tasted them in another life. I’m running through scenes with my hands tied … All I do is look away Even in stories, I’ve made up in my mind, you always see right through my disguise. And, I don’t dare to wonder about your … More Ocean blue
I’m not sure what kind of person I am and a part of me is not willing to find out. An antagonizing fear drips through my smiles. Is it my own fears dictating this feeling or is there actual reasoning behind this? Why does my mind wander way past my reach? I once stood alone … More Adrift
I’m hiding from the sun behind curtains that barely hold back the light as both of my worlds continue to collapse before me, but with everything going on all I can think about is “I don’t know how I feel about this anymore.” The best thing I’ve learned is that everything we do is a … More Choices
Just so you know, you were the best one. I hope to meet you under another audacious condition, but for now, this heart is gone. People come and go, this is how life is. And I felt loved, with you, and everyone else but you were my favorite temporary feeling. I liked how your skin melted on … More Guilty for two
I always come back to you, giving up my lips to you In a smell so comforting and a taste so sweet Dusk settles as you and I meet, over the water because no one has to know what you mean to me My sin, my will, my desire Skin tight in a stream of light … More Ceaseless wanting
I compromised the truth from eyes that don’t see Now, for as long as I breathe, I won’t be able to live How do I let go of you when my favorite songs begin and end with you? Your scent lingers with the music. Soft to touch, your skin laid delicately next to mine. Our … More We used to be
I see a reflection of me in you. You sit across of me, holding on to your cup like it’s the only thing that can hold you up. We don’t speak because we don’t need to. Our blank stares talk to one another. The space between us is brimming with fear. The air is anxious. … More Reflections
I spend most of my life waiting. Mainly, for myself to get things right. The silence of waiting bypassed any feeling of comfort life can offer. I sit with not much going on. People walk. Their shadows hover over me. Their voices disturb the storm that’s brewing inside. I can’t grasp reality. My curiosity is … More Waiting on me
To the Babylonians’ wine goddess. We visited her house after she left for home. The chaos was contained. Furniture that was jumbled in disarray sat in a motionless state, weighed down by what had happened. The sofas have grounded themselves deep into the roots of the house in an attempt to avert triggering the tensed … More The Spirits of Mourning
After the chaos has passed, love still stands strong within me. Love is not standing by an empty street waiting for headlights you know you’ll never see but fragments of your heart linger around the possibility of seeing your reflection in his eyes. It is not walking back home alone afterward with your head low. … More This is love
I do not recall the last time I was with someone, yet I do not remember the last time I was alone. All I know is that I can tolerate loneliness as long as people surround me. For some time, I thought it stemmed from the fear of actually being alone but I’ve come to … More Okay with being alone?
I’m looking at the clouds that look like snow. Something about winter reminds me of you. I remember the look on your face that Wednesday afternoon, afraid we have nothing in common anymore, and the look in your eyes when I promised I’d always be around to keep you warm. If you’re reading this, I hope you … More A Reminiscence
Three hours later, his lifeline rests in peace. People covered in white and black lean on one another like pieces from a chess game mourning the loss of their king. Afra, the youngest, breaks down in front of his room. “Dad… Dad…” she calls out. No reply. Held by Faisal and Mohammed, my mother walks … More 1953-2016
I’m nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award by Narutomath96 and Thoughts of a Stranger. Narutomath96 has been on WordPress since 2014, publishing daily posts, as well as translate two Japanese light novels into Vietnamese (Yahari Light, and Qualidea of Scum and a Gold Coin). I personally recommend reading The Truthseeker category. Thoughts of a Stranger posts rather more … More I’m Nominated! The Sunshine Blogger Award!
