SCRIPTURIENT

An output of her thoughts that have been through her pen and notebook with the companion of her favorite music playlist. Here take a glimpse of her life through her poems.

[writewithjoy]

The night has come where I'll be holding my pen again. Taking me back to where I used to be. Where made my heart calm and my soul loved. To the favorite thing I almost gave up on. Here I am, welcome me as I go back to your warm embrace.

c.d 97

[writewithjoy]

Was it seems new to you? To see me feel annoyed. To hear me blabber random things. To witness me throwing tantrums. To catch me saying bad words. Am I not normal for you? Don't I have the right to feel and do such things to the point I have to be the one to apologize for acting like it? Yes, I've always been quiet and calm. But I am still a human being. Won't you at least understand me?

c.d 97

[juansendizon]

There will be days when you’re going to feel like you’re not making the right choices in life. But there will be nights when you’re still left with a choice to hold yourself together before you sleep: Take care of yourself.

Juansen Dizon, A Good Choice (via juansendizon)

[writewithjoy]

I've been lost for a while now. It seems like I have no one else, nothing else, nowhere else to go. And before I completely lost it all, can I at least have a pen and paper?

c.d 97

[juansendizon]

I created myself from all the suffering I no longer needed.

Juansen Dizon (via juansendizon)

[poeticallyemm]

Careful, There are craters Where my heart Used to beat.

poeticallyordinary, I am so full of holes. (via poeticallyordinary)

[juansendizon]

The further we are from hope the deeper our self-destruction becomes.

Juansen Dizon (via juansendizon)

[withshatteredhappiness]

I only write when I’m heartbroken, and I’m only heartbroken when you’re gone. Now, the words that were caged in my heart broke free when you shattered it.

Maybe one day I’ll learn to write when I am happy (via withshatteredhappiness)

[fallsed]

This love wasn’t ever ours.

timing, my darling. (via fallsed)

[just-six]

I can feel you forgetting me.

six word story // ivannequished (via just-six)

[sheispernicious]

people say you’re lucky to be in love with your best friend, but I think you’re luckier to love yourself.

musings from a book I’ll never write (via sheispernicious)

[astoryillnevertell]

She’s friends with the moon and star lit skies She hides stardust in her soul and secrets in her eyes

(via astoryillnevertell)

[juansendizon]

She was falling more in love with herself the more she wrote.

Juansen Dizon (via juansendizon)

[meanwhilepoetry]

If fairytales are real then she is the kind of princess no prince or king could ever handle. She was not made for parties but battlefields and saddles.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

[writingitdown]

I suffered in silence for so many years. How could a mother not notice her child’s pain?

a.m. // all I needed was for someone to reach out (via writingitdown)

[juansendizon]

I always think that I have all the time in the world or none at all.

Juansen Dizon (via juansendizon)

[wnq-writers]

In my universe of dreams is where I found my reality.

juansendizon  (via wnq-writers)