Revival

OH WHOOPS I have not updated this since like February?? Ehheheheheheheh I’ve been quite busy (and lazy) so yeah..

Anyways, I just decided to write again. Well on this blog at least. And write not poems or rhymes only, but also about me. Mainly about me yeah so.. :/

I mean, come on, it’s my own space, if you don’t like it, I would not be bothered by you leaving. I just need a platform to… get it all out.

So yeah. See you soon, maybe un a few days?

With much love from the orator,
xoxo

the house on 36th

pinsandpuns:

Too cool.

Originally posted on The Daily Erasure:

the house on 36th

looks like a milk carton, the
single-serving kind

he told me it was sunny
my mother
remembers clouds
I committed to rain. I liked
how it darkened the bed

I saw the shadow of
light by the window, skin wiped
clean
to reveal

a girl born
in the shade of

Truth

Created from pg 300 of A Girl Named Truth, a memoir by Alethea Kehas

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#nojudgment 8 Things You Should Never Be Ashamed Of

Originally posted on Typical Blogger:

By May June

Our society is full of artificial norms and fake standards. Whatever is attractive is whatever you’re not. Whatever is normal is whatever you’re not. Whatever is popular is whatever you’re not.  Whatever is ideal is whatever is impossible.

Despite this, people are going to judge. You can’t stop them. But you can stop caring. Instead of worrying what others are going to think, embrace your quirks and guilty pleasures.

Surround yourself with people who love you for who you are and screw the haters. You should never have to start a sentence with, “No judgment, but…”

Be unique. Be spontaneous. Be free. If you’re not going to be you, then who will?

To get you started, here are 8 things you should embrace and never have to hide. Enjoy!

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SUUUPPP

AHAHAHAH AFK for really long. Miss me? I really want to dedicate this to someone, to my biggest crush ever. Even though we haven’t really caught up with each other for less or more than 5 years, depends on how you see it. Too bad, I doubt he’ll ever know. But I’m too young anyways, so I shouldn’t dwell on it much. Oops sorry anyways enjoy :)

Hello you, old friend.
It’s been five years now.
You remember me?
If you don’t, it’s fine.
But if you do, great!
     
Unexpected right,
To resurface now,
To send a letter,
To give you my love,
Even though you won’t.
                                                      
Anyways, quit it.
Tell me your stories!
One is sufficient,
To comfort my soul;
To feed the hunger.
                                                    
I recently fell.                         
I did not break bones,
Nor wound my body.
I fell out of love
Loneliness resides.

This letter’s my cure,
Temporarily.
But you are my cure
In times of darkness
Span of forever.

With much love from the orator,
xoxo

I Don’t Know Already

URGH URGH URRRGGGHH DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW PISSED I AM. LET ME TELL YOU THIS, JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE IS A LABOR WORKER OR CANT CLEAN UP PROPERLY OR ANYTHING OF THAT SORT DOESNT MEAN THAT THEY HAVE NEVER BEEN EDUCATED. EVEN SO, YOU CANT JUST BLAME THEIR CAPABILITIES AND SKILLS AND HOW CLEAN THEY SWEEP ON “NEVER EDUCATED” AND ITS WORSE BECAUSE YOU SAID THE WORD NEVER. AND STOP GETTING PISSED THAT THE HOUSE GETS DIRTY BECAUSE OF RENOVATIONS. STOP BLAMING THEM ALL THE TIME. AND I BEG OF YOU DONT COUNT ME AS SOMEONE WHO “DONT KNOW ANYTHING” BECAUSE GUESS WHAT I BARELY SPEAK NY OWN LANGUAGE AND U ASKED ME WITH A WORD I DONT EVEN KNOW. I REALLY HATE ANYONE WHO CALLS ME A NOOB LIKE THAT WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING MY SITUATIONS. TOO BAD IM STUCK WITH YOU FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR IF NOT ERMEHGERD I WOULD JAVE PARTIED IN MY ROOM RIGHT NOW

With much love from the orator,
xoxo

Vwat vwat I

Today is the most dreaded day. Formal dinner is just boring. WHERE IS THE FOOD

“I peeped through the hole to find out what I’m up against. Due to the space constrain and to stay hidden, I couldn’t change my angle much and could only see a part of his face – but it was enough for me to know who it was. The eyebrows, the brown eyes and the smooth skin. No doubt it was him. I should have known better than to trust him with secrets. I should have known better than to admire him. I should have known better than to believe he was my senior. All the puzzle pieces are fitting perfectly. Why he tried and sticks around me, why our relationship was flawless, and why he seemed desperate to help me. He was working for Buzz. That traitor, both of them. As a Lightyear agent, I did not want these informations and realisations affect. This was my only chance to save Dulè, and I could not let anyone or anything get in my way.”

Letter to the Unknown

Have you ever imagined or place yourself in a situation which you would not have expected? Well, I always do. This little dialogue is basically about how it feels to be able to connect with the right one. Well, just enjoy :)

“Is this the part where we have to say goodbye? Can we go back in time, just 5 minutes, and loop it over and over again, so that no goodbyes will need to be voiced? It is inevitable, separation and meeting, but… this is different. You may be insignificant, but if it wasn’t for you, this coffee would not have made my day. If it wasn’t for you, my shoulders would have never felt this light. If it wasn’t for you, this vacation would be nothing but a waste of time. True, we barely know each other and well, we are strangers, but I can see it. Whenever I talk to you, I sense your urgency and panic to reply in the best way possible, as if trying to impress me. And when it’s the opposite, the butterflies in my stomach flies away, making me happy, clear and fresh. This sensation, this feeling, this experience – it’s rare and unique. It’s something special, that maybe only happen one in a billion. Knowing you for five minutes, it feels like I have known you for more than my entire life. As if you were my other half, the completion of my story. Though I will not be able to finish it. Well, I suppose there is not much choice or option – for me, for you, for us – but to go our own separate ways. If this is the last time I’ll see you, today will be the day I’ll treasure for all the years to come. If things took a turn – for better or for worse –this day would be what keeps me inspired, what keeps me going. Nevertheless, I am sure, if we are meant to be, we will see each other soon – be it in 5 years, 10 years, or even during my last breath. Wait for me as I will wait for you, but if you ever get tired, you can always try and explore. Wait, I have an idea, what if, we meet back at the café, the same spot, the same seat, at the same time in.. 5 years? If the both of us are still waiting for each other, perfect. If not, it’ll be a good time to just reminisce and catch up with one another. I won’t be asking for your number or full name or email address. I’m sure you would show up and remember on your own if this was significant. I don’t want this to be a forced or reminded thing, but more of a sincere and voluntary one. Hope to see you then. Till next time.”

Yelp.

So… I write things based on feelings, what I observe and what I know. Recently though I tend to either write cheesy love poem, emo poems, or combined. It’s really weird and I’m worried for myself.

Get me out of here

Rescue me from my fears

Dry out all my tears

I know you’re out there, just somewhere near

 

Take my breath away

Promise me you’ll stay

Lean in close to me and say

Even if it’s just for one day

 

Lately I’ve been feeling down

Really full of emotions

Watching everybody’s movements

Playing in slow motion

 

I desperately need you now

Your image is my savior now

Someday, somewhere, somehow,

I know you’ll fulfill your vow

 

 

Did I mention that my friend thinks my poems are songs? Maybe I should

The Urge

You know sometimes when you have a mentalblock or you’re just too lazy to write, things starts to get weird. There is a sudden need to move your wrists and fingers and just…. make something, regardless. Crap or not, written or drawn, nothing matters when the paper calls you and the pen(cil) draws you in (OMG PUN INTENDED)

 

The blank page    

Calling out my name

Trapping me like a cage

Each call making me feel the shame

 

The dark knight

Doing just the same

Trying to put up a fight

Playing the dirty tricks- same old game

 

My hands are shaking

My fingers hesitating.