*Disclaimer: This work is partly fiction.*
When I was 5,
I didn’t think about love.
All I knew was that I looked forward
To seeing you every day at school
And playing together during recess.
When I was 13,
I was peer pressured into love.
I was lost in tales of ‘unconditionally’;
Everyone seemed to have their ‘One’ but not I.
You looked into my eyes, into my despair.
I fell for you; you did not.
When I was 14,
I told everyone about you.
Yes, I was crazy about you.
I got teased; I got ignored.
I felt ugly, unloved.
Never, I will never tell again.
Continue reading “To The One(s) Who Didn’t Love Me Back”
I’m late again, sorry for that, but I’m rather busy in this beginning of the second term of the school year; anyway, here’s your awaited Picture it & Write for this week:
“Happy 18th birthday, Lena!”
Their enthusiastic voices still echoed in my head, although the party was over for more than two hours. If I closed my eyes I would see their faded grins and narrow eyes and high cheekbones… I would feel their hands on me, congratulating me, wishing me all the best things in the world.
Continue reading “My Looking-Glass Self”
Burnt and Cold
In My Tomb
And Hers Nonsense Lies
Is Unknown To You
And Only Never
Faith Maybe She
But Hope Is Gone
In Her Arms Lies
Or Mine To Me
By D. Kwong Waye
Continue reading “Burnt And Cold: A Poem”
Another Picture it & Write! And my contribution to this week’s picture…
The most tragic of all love stories is one in which two people secretly love each other and yet…
Tracy thought that she had never met such a man as Kev. To any girl of the school, he was just like any other guy: not too muscular, nor too fragile; not too keen on sports, nor too geeky; not too handsome, nor too disgusting. He had plain dark eyes and hair, and his dressing code was rather the same every day: a boring T-shirt and a used pair of jeans.
Continue reading “The Most Tragic Love Story”
Hey! I’m finally back to Picture it & Write 🙂 But I won’t be continuing The Unpredicted series though…
Anyway, enjoy my contribution!
It was over.
She fell back onto the soft black velvet couch and let her phone slide down from her palm and fall onto the red carpet. It was over, even before it ever started. She did not cry though. She was out of tears. She was not surprised either. She had known this would happen.
But she felt terribly empty… and lonely.
Continue reading “Heartbroken”
Another Picture It & Write 😀 And again I’m inspiring myself from a short story I’m progressively building at random, depending on the picture Ermilia hosts every week, called ‘Unpredicted’.
Read what happened previously in the story:
1. Your Eyes… And Mine
2. An Escape Attempt (keep scrolling for this one, it’s at the very end of the post!)
3. The Love Key… Among Others
4. This Is Your Life. And It’s All You’ve Got.
This week’s picture:
Continue reading “Destructive Yet Inspiring”
When I was about 13 years old I was fascinated about songwriting. I loved to write… and what is better for a young teenage than to express her messy feelings by a song. Well in fact I only wrote. I did not know – and I still do not – how to compose a song, with the melodies and staffs…
I was flipping through the pages of my small ‘songs’ copybook and I found a short and lovely one called ‘A Faded Flower’ which I want to share with you today.
Continue reading “A Faded Flower”