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Dream
desires, fantasies
formidable thoughts
lingering in the head
thought, the brain
each one's impetus
motivation
driving force
things we try to achieve
to reach, to attain
only to fulfill the needs
spiritual and mental
of which can only be fulfilled
by the dream
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il-literature
I yearn for the days when I could create pictures out of my thoughts. The words were my paint, and this blank WYSIWYG editor was my canvas. Using these, I could show you the images that I could see in my head. My blog used to be my mind's instagram. Now, it's just a bunch of senseless ramblings; a manifestation of my brain's spam folder ( Read more... ) -
one word: gallery
//writing practice//
What else could a gallery be but another way of sharing the history of human perspective. They say history repeats itself (and it truly does). Why, then, does art evolve from one style to another? Because the humans' capacity to interpret things is limitless. Creativity knows no bounds. A single event can be interpreted and ( Read more... ) -
Watch
Tick tock, tick tock
Speak the hands of your watch
Tick tock, tick tock
Beat that matches the rhythm of your heart
Tick tock, tick tock
Without it, life just passes you by
Tick tock, tick tock
Once it's 'round you, you'll never leave it behind
Tick tock, tick tock
You take a glance & watch its hands
Tick tock, tick tock
The guide that'll tell you, everything' ( Read more... ) -
Courage in Uncertainty
What is it, these emotions you spur in me?
I never knew of them until just recently.
For many times, in different occasions,
I thought I knew what like and love meant.
But then you prove that I know nothing,
because this feeling feels so foreign.
I think I like you. But maybe, I think I don't.
Confused is a word always associated with me.
Though I'd have ( Read more... ) -
Love
Cheers to uncertainties and vulnerabilities ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
A brief hello, a swift goodbye
and the things in between
that I wish were all lies.
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It was quick and barely anything,
though I'm glad that I learned something.
Indeed, everything changes
and time can change everything.
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An awkward glance, to take a last look
I'd wish to stare,
but farewell for it was a fluke -
(Untitled)
Saw this in a journal entry not too long ago:
What does a writer do
when words suddenly fail to express
and of all things, of all times
the most important emotions,
the most crucial events?
The person,
betrayed by his own weapon
faces the battlefield empty-handed
surrenders
and ironically, his chance of winning
grows stronger than if he had -
(Untitled)
Tiny spaces & dim lights
Cramped bodies in hidden places
Short breaths, racing pulses
Swirling thoughts & paranoia
The entire scenario spoke of ominous. Others defined it as barbaric, arbitrary and unjust. I call it insanity. I can perfectly understand why they acted that way. (Or perhaps, it'd be better to say 'why she acted that way'.) I really do, ( Read more... )