poetry

someone said, poetry is like a drop of rain it falls so lightly that you don’t even notice it even slightly. I said, “really?” poetry, for me, like any other kind of writing once the pen hits the paper we can turn dead things alive, anything is possible. it could be a drizzle it couldContinue reading “poetry”

Water than rocks

Poetry isn’t for everyone. Nowadays, people read novels, non-fiction, short prose and newspapers. Some will prefer to consume information via social media, short videos, and podcasts. It’s true, in the digital era, not a lot of people have time to read poetry. But I never really think much of it. Until I came across aContinue reading “Water than rocks”

Thunders

I used to be scared of thunders and lightning I used to hide under the bed catching my breath. Now I embrace them like the sky is playing the best drum solo. and the rain is the melody. t.l. Nature stays the same. Only I have changed.

Insecure

It’s not you you weren’t born with insecurity It was them who didn’t give enough for you to hold on. It wasn’t you who were acting dramatic and oversensitive It was them who told you so. t.l. you’re not the result of fear and self doubt so they can’t shape you no matter how theyContinue reading “Insecure”

Flaws

We were first attracted to the sparks but what really make us stay were the flaws. t.l. A friend told me, don’t be afraid of your flaws It’s your uniqueness and what they love me for.

Garbage

Something reeks like a dead mouse that has been there for a week. I tried to find everywhere sniffed every cat checked out every possible corner to realize that it was me that smells like garbage. was it my soul or was it my personality? t.l.

Deserve

I’ve saved the nights for crying like a treat, like a guilty pleasure like a temptation bundling like a pat on the head ‘well done, you now cry your heart out you deserve it‘. You deserve it. t.l.

Writers

Writers are summarizers we summarized what we’ve learned what we’ve seen, what we’ve experienced we put it in a song, in a poem, in a book we told others our heart and soul we wrote down our life stories, our legacy, “something to remember us by” but didn’t we all realize that some of thoseContinue reading “Writers”

Stiff neck

I’m so used to my stiff neck that I forgot to look around for clues that we weren’t working out. t.l. It was in hindsight but we both refused to see it

Sad songs part 2

the thing with sad songs is that the more you listen to them, the more you believe that’s all you could ever feel. t.l.