Dear Mom and Dad,
I don't wanna be a part of this family anymore. Your legacy is too heavy and it was never meant for the shoulders of the little kid I used to be. Bury the past. Free my future.
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Dear Mom and Dad,
I don't wanna be a part of this family anymore. Your legacy is too heavy and it was never meant for the shoulders of the little kid I used to be. Bury the past. Free my future.
I've a whole collection of pictures and notes which is called THINGS I WISH TO FORGET and then I'm like, you dumb idiot if you actually wanted to forget it why save it? If you really wanna forget the past years, why reminisce them like they happened yesterday? Why save it in songs and playlists and pictures and notes?
And I really want an answer to that question.
Either I am shedding my ego or my dignity overtime. When I was 15, I had this arrogance about my pain, that it is mine and mine only to deal with. I had this confidence that, yes, I'll make a life for me that I'd be proud of, I don't need no god. But as I grow older, I'm not so confident anymore, I don't think that I and I only can solve my problems like they say about the travellers with baggage. So maybe it's the baggage or maybe I just grew tired too soon but now, I don't care if it's superficial, I want to believe in the universe and pray for myself. I'm not so proud anymore, if begging can get me what I want then, please, please give it to me. But that's the irony, begging or not, I still don't get what I want. I still have to work twice as hard to get half as much. That's the cruelty of the universe.
That's the glory of absence, it immortalizes and glorifies people. It's in their absence that we wish to have them in any which way. Half, full, empty, angry. But the truth is, however much you wish you JUST have someone in your life. It isn't enough when you do have that them.
Poetry I wrote(10)
Time passes.
I do stuff.
Some of it matters.
Some of it doesnât.
But just because something doesnât matter doesnât mean itâs not worth doing.
Poetry I wrote(9)
Suddenly the town was too small.
I hated it.
I loathed it.
The closeness of people; suffocating.
The tangled lives; confusing.
Poetry I wrote(8)
Time isnât perfect.
Itâs not neat and tidy.
Itâs not a straight line.
Itâs not a precise science.
It overlaps and crosses over and splinters and gets lost.
Itâs not a concept!
Sometimes itâs a spark.
Sometimes itâs a fire.
Sometimes itâs a moment.
Sometimes itâs an eternity.
Poetry I wrote(7)
Sometimes, I think I donât know who I am. Maybe the song I listened to this morning or the web series I watched last night or the book I read the other day or the person I met last week.
A bundle of personality traits.
An endless collection of characters.
Do you know who you are?
Are you a real, actual person?
Poetry, I wrote(6)
People see you and think they know you. Parents want to believe they know their daughters. Siblings want to believe they know their sisters. Husbands want to believe they know their wives. And in this world of make-believe, society wants to believe they know the character of a woman, any woman.
Poetry, I wrote(5)
Good girls arenât loud.
They donât sit like that.
They donât carry themselves that way.
They donât, they donât, they donât.
And sometimes love isnât beautiful if it doesnât lets you be who you are.
Poetry, I wrote(4)
âDonât push your luck!â,
They said
âIf I donât get to push it, whatâs the point of it?â,
I replied
Poetry, I wrote(3)
I longed to get away from here.
I donât know yet, where Iâll go but somewhere.
Near the horizon, around the corner.
A life unspent, waiting to explode.
Poetry, I wrote(2)
The world is huge. The sky is infinite and the land is endless. But this sprawling expanse of buildings doesnât have a place for you, yet. However big the world maybe, you gotta make your place. For yourself, by yourself.
Poetry, I wrote(1)
People come and go, they influence you but they canât change who you fundamentally are. This, precisely this, is your DNA. It flows through you and this is who youâre. Inherently or otherwise.
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Isn't it crazy that we so want something but can't have it because we know for fact that it won't work?
but then isn't that how you think about everything?
that self-imposed exile?
that skipped date?
that excuse for not doing things?
you denial yourself
why?
"I don't hear about what to do, no. I don't wanna do it just to do it for you."
~Imagine Dragons
"I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine."
~Elizabeth Bennet
Pride & Prejudice