#latenightwritings

[wordslikeathunderstorm]

Tired. I am tired. So very, very tired. Flirting with giving up all the while knowing damn well I won't, but not because of me, but because of others.

Side note: how many times can one tell the same lie before everything goes dark?

[mateododo]

Eye of the storm

The day before that day unfolded, i was bombarded by mixed thoughts on how my peers would react on how i would present myself. A fortnight before that moment, i was already going over on what i would say to introduce myself in front, an audience of intellectuals. Inside my head are thoughts that are awesome, cool, and inspiring things that i would share with my colleagues to let them have a broad vision of how i might turn up. But because of my rather peculiar defect of choking when initiating a public speaking episode, my well-developed plan fell into ruins and i eventually succumbed to my less intelligent form and begun to utter words that just made me look brainless.  And that’s how my first day in TIP settled as the foundation of how my so called “new school, new life” resolution begun. But amidst failure and false expectations on myself, it was in TIP where i found a bigger world filled with different people of different beliefs and different beninggings that tells a different story, It was in TIP where the birthplace of my second home would be, It was in TIP where i met the people that would forever change the course of my life in many years to come.  tHes3 pEopl3---

These people brought joy and depressing moments in my life. 

But of course in every single social group there are always some that came past your standards of being “normal friends”. And i feel ecstatic to name quite a few of those people that was unearthed in this planet to ill speak of all those that came before our horizon. These individuals became my source of happiness and unfortunately wrong doings. I was influenced by crooked thoughts; my innocent mind was swayed to thinking such dirty and sinful things. And those people are no other than Mylene Molase and Jhel So.

  After my short dissing on close friends comes what i really thought of about this institution.  TIP is a place of focus, passion, and profound determination in each and every pupil that carries its name. In a span of a few months TIP has given me knowledge that is proven to be practical and useful in my everyday affairs. I chose TIP with the sole reason that it would benefit me more than it would on other institutions, and i am even prouder to say that my expectations were met. TIP has given me an opportunity of  a lifetime, to be under its mission and vision for all students is a privilege.

 This is me. I am this. I hope my very first blog made you smile..a bit. I like turtles. Thank you for reading this poorly written blog. Leave a like if you want more?? Its creative writing so don’t judge my grammar please Nazis are dead.

TIP is the eye of my storm.

It was in TIP where i met the people that gave color to my monochromatic life.

TIP is my home. TIP is where my heart is. Choose TIP. 

[livingpurpose-fully]

//moon hides

Tonight, or rather last night because it’s now 1:00 am, I went home with a saddened heart. While walking towards our house, I looked up and saw the moon’s hiding. Hiding just like me; I did hide how sad my heart to everyone; to my friends and to my family. But no matter how we hide something to anyone, we can never hide to the man above all. The moon can also hide from us but can never hide itself from God. So I found myself crying unto Him. Casting all my anxiety on Him because He cares for me and you. (1 Peter 5:7)

[wordslikeathunderstorm]

I wish emotions weren't so big and complicated. I have so many thoughts going through my head every day, a lot of them are some I wouldn't want to share with anyone, but it also makes me lonely not being able to talk about them. I get confused about myself and it's uncomfortable. Some days I'm okay with me and then others I loathe myself and can't look at my reflection in the mirror. I have a good life, and I appreciate it, but sometimes it's like I'm seeing it from afar, as if it was someone else's and I only get to feel the echoes.

[wordslikeathunderstorm]

Sometimes I wish I could talk to someone who would understand what I mean when I say I wonder how it would be to die and be with God and not have to live here anymore. I wish I could tell them I think about it often, but I wish they'd understand I'm not suicidal. I wonder about it, but I won't do anything to make it happen any faster, I just wonder. But I know if I bring it up people will think there's something wrong, that I need some help, but I don't think I do, I just wonder, that's all. I am safe, but my mind likes to imagine how it would be and if it would be better. There's nothing wrong with me, not the way they would think, but I can't talk about it without worrying them and I would feel bad if they worried and were scared because of me, so I'll just keep it to myself and wonder alone.

[childish-wishes]

An Ending | “My world without you have never felt so empty,” I’ve once thought. But it turned out only to be a feeling that will eventually fade away. I was always whole and complete, and I always will be. [1/X] A Series of Rememory #LateNightInked #2017 #ASeriesOfSomethingNew PC @k.kell_11 (at New Museum) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnfS2JOjQh9/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1fjou2da3mo46

[ekraahii]

#387 "सांस लेना तो हर शख्स की मज़बूरी है जिंदा होने के लिए कलेजा भी जरूरी है। . किस की मुहब्बत पूरी हो पायी आज तक देख,जमीं और आसमां में कितनी दूरी है। . मैं भी शराफत के लबादों में खंजर रक्खे हूँ तबाह करने की उनकी तैयारी भी पूरी है। . उसकी सूरत देख के झुक जाती है मेरी आँखों की भी जरुर कुछ मज़बूरी है। . मेरे लफ्जों के मानी,जब से तू गया है मेरी लिखी हर एक गजल अधूरी है।" . . #Kumar #beingvocal #latenightwritings (at Mayur Vihar-I)

[ekraahii]

#387 "सांस लेना तो हर शख्स की मज़बूरी है जिंदा होने के लिए कलेजा भी जरूरी है। . किस की मुहब्बत पूरी हो पायी आज तक देख,जमीं और आसमां में कितनी दूरी है। . मैं भी शराफत के लबादों में खंजर रक्खे हूँ तबाह करने की उनकी तैयारी भी पूरी है। . उसकी सूरत देख के झुक जाती है मेरी आँखों की भी जरुर कुछ मज़बूरी है। . मेरे लफ्जों के मानी,जब से तू गया है मेरी लिखी हर एक गजल अधूरी है।" . . #Kumar #beingvocal #latenightwritings (at New Delhi, India)