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@emotional-angel
Summary
First few pages
Knowing you was not likely to happen
How I always used to say
"You are really nice"
But
It ended
Exactly
The opposite
I wasn't anticipating.
Last few pages
We ended
In
Our
Separate ways.
You and I are a story
That never gets told
Even if I want to tell all.
Detailed
Literally
With best and worst adjectives
All in Past Tense.
But maybe
Some things are better left unsaid
Everybody talks
Everybody talks
Everybody wonders
Why cant we just have a simple talk?
Its all complicated
All grapevine.
All rumors.
Newspapers that are crumpled and moldy
But its all tabloid and untrustworthy
Everything are fake news.
I heard it from him and came from her
The source never surrender
Everybody talks
Everybody wonders
Why cant u just let me leave in peace
So i can know my worth.
I'm more of a book
Complete with setting, plot, with a conflict but ends with happy ending
Its about risk takers
Than a tabloid
When its all grapevine and fake news.
Fake news.
Politics
Temptations
Narcissists
The source came from her but its from him and i heard it elsewhere
Everything are just rumors
Everybody gets involved
The committee with secrecy
Are we still involved?
"Have you heard it?
"Did you know...."
Its all came from him and her,
The source never surrender.
Where are your basis
When everything is in crisis.
Why being denial
When everything is visible to your naked eye.
Everybody talks
Everybody wonders..
Let me leave in peace
Im an adult now
Trying to take a risk
2/7/18
layers of your mask
You've got tOns of secret
venom in the spit of yoUr tongue
layeRs undEr your mask
you've got a lot of pride
doest it boost your self esteem?
your ego that thrives for approval
all you have is a garbage
full of lies, broken promises, and deceits
2/5/18
Talking to the Moon
Acrossthe buildings, in the middle of city
The full moon appears as near
Shines so bright, I end up trying to get into him
My guide my light as big as the satellite dish
It accompanies me tonight.
My worries and self doubts
Grows dim
As this pretty phases
Stares back at me.
Talking to the moon, it accompanies me.
My guide, my light
Along the drive and
Tonight up on the rooftop
With the chasing stars above the sky, dim spotlights below
Talking to the Moon
From January 31 to February 2 2018... the beautiful moon inspired me to create this poem.
Created: Januuary 31, 2018
Finished: February 3, 2018
All photos were taken by me.
A full pack of wolves,
Growls have been heard
the footsteps
And the glimpse of his tail
Trying to ignore its existence
noise, voice, the wolf
the beating heart paid no attention
It was a fail
It was a deceiver.
the pack paid full attention
fierce growl anywhere
Hiding in the alleys
Trying to ease the anger
Been crying and hiding
The wolf inside me is weakening
instinct screwed up
Footsteps awaken
sharp brown eyes met the paw
Coming closer toward me
That wolve's smirk
Covered the moon
pounding heart
Was breaking
Wolf's Existence by emotional-angel
Written 1.27.18
I was trying to choose between describing the protagonist as a stranger or a wolf. If it is stranger, then it would be humanly detailed like i was giving hints at all however if i describe the happening, and how a wolf looks like when it appears out of nowhere, as the wolf suddenly appeared at one place like forest, then the pack makes noises and started to growl... then this would fit much the picture.
After a year, I was trying to describe the happenings. Maybe i get inspiration from the past experiences. Writing them a poem does not mean you want them to comeback. The feeling is solemn when you read vivid details through poetry than writing them a blog entry because in a blog, you detailed the happenings. But after you moved on, you don't feel reading them at all because "ugh... did i just do that?" kind of thoughts...
I don’t feel like I’m myself anymore. I want to restore everything that made me, me. I want to look in a mirror and adore who I am instead of not wanting to exist anymore. Where’s my humour gone? Or my motivation? I don’t enjoy waking up daily and questioning what I exist for.
Waking up. // Written by J.A.Fiddy ( @jarfidd )
Lips
I never believe in words
For words fools me
Until your lips met mine
And convinced me otherwise
182501
Rediscover on this day, 1/25/17
1/25
Rediscover
some laughter have forgotten
a thought of decade
as we made this to ourselves
only a year ago
how a photograph
can hold a time still
forever frozen
but the hearts have been broken
a reminder, a rediscover to this day
these thoughts that i'll be keeping
how a photograph looks so innocent
they move me now
and realizations have gone by...
though im not keeping
all fragments, all were obtained
that notification
now only appears as a figure
a rediscover of photographs
but do not bring back the inkling blurry of confusion
that stabbed and left a collision
i am not the person you left behind anymore i have new favorite songs, a new favorite color, new bad habits my hair is different, my heart is different, my soul is different the scars on my heart are now stars i am shining brighter than ever the freckles covering my skin are a map of my future and my past i am lighter than ever my smile tells stories of the places i’ve been i am happier than ever i’m not the person you left behind anymore remanence of the past still lingers but there is no one left here to miss
roughlycapricious (via wordsnquotes)
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they’re a shield
on occasions a disguise
They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole
But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell
Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared
Never fall in love with a poet
unless you’re prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
— A. Thomas Hawkins
“Everyone thinks I’m showing off when I talk, ridiculous when I’m silent, insolent when I answer, cunning when I have a good idea, lazy when I’m tired, selfish when I eat one bite more than I should, stupid, cowardly, calculating, etc., etc. All day long I hear nothing but what an exasperating child I am, and although I laugh it off and pretend not to mind, I do mind. I wish I could ask God to give me another personality, one that doesn’t antagonize everyone.”
- Anne Frank
I love autumn. Even though I haven't experienced Autumn... as I am living in a tropical country. But it felt surreal to observe how this leaves (especially the maple) change its color. This leaves came from Everland South Korea.
Isolation
1/20/18
#MeToo series
Undisturbed, hidden, isolated.
Nothing will ever be different
Funny how its nothing to you
Because you were used to.
this whimsical autocracy
I just fallen into.
Look where i am right now.
The one you cant talk to
One year later
One year later
For a while she wandered and wandered
The beautiful stories, one year ago.
Every day spent she spent in the month of december
It all come back to her one by one.
She have lived and tried to forget for a long time.
For a while she became okay despite being fragile.
She have tightly held it all in.
becoming a person she thought she would never be
Thats how one year later happened
She may gone back to those good old days
She will do the right things
And will never get fooled by words
One year later, she didnt expect like this will happen
12.28.17
My life is a struggle between my need for acceptance, my fear of rejection, and a desire to not care at all.
Anonymous (via wnq-writers)
Past tense
I wonder if there were days that you missed me.
Looking back how good I was to you
Or maybe
You were longing how you miss the idea of you and me.
I knew yoy hoped for possible amends
I hope too, for your sorry too.
This is not me looking for another chance.
I have found myself
Not because for you to find me
But because of the strength around me.
1/14/18
