I live in darkness, the shame of those early years.
Who tosses loose coins in their car ashtray anymore? iPhones, smartphones, life is a video camera ready to shoot, destroy, and expose. No one reads poets anymore.
In fall, poets stretch arms out their spines the centerpiece on crosses on scarecrows, they only frighten themselves.
Minsan, tanggap mo nalang na lagi kang failure. Pero bakit? Bakit palagi nalang? Bakit ang iba ang saya-saya kasi nakuha na nila yung happiness nila sa buhay? Bakit yung iba, simple ang buhay pero napakasaya? Bakit ako? Nabibili ko na ang nais ko.
He’d seen it glint earlier when a shaft of light hit the open box.
He tries to assure himself that he's not but he can't, all evening he cries himself to sleep asking why was he too much of a good thing and too terrible for a bad thing
Perspective is everything. How many times do we ignore reality because it makes us uncomfortable? Sometimes we need to listen to the noise, and sometimes we need to see the obvious.
Unfortunately, a flood of water seeping in the basement of her old rambler home ruined the luggage set and they had to be thrown in the trash. She was sorry to see them go.
Dress up your needs by all means in any style you like but remember not because you refuse to be a bunny you can’t eventually mutate into a puppeteer. We are not guitar heroes to play notes as they are thrown at us from others’ music sheets.
If only thy could have seen, Tears behind my smile, And agony behind my veil.
One day, you will see her, not looking at you. You'll be in love with her, but she won't feel the same
We're growing on separate ways I'm sad that we can't just embrace I think this is our fate
Two years have passed. I had treatment both for my stomach cancer and paranoia. The psychiatrist told me that due to excessive trauma since childhood, the feeling of rejection, abuse and life threatening experiences, I have created a friend inside my head who was going to stay by my side until I got better.
We lean on a barrier, two meters apart from each other. Facing the sea; watching the sunset, The calmness of water makes you move.
Strong Heart is poem written by Khazran Khan and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Through My Eyes for the month of March Strong Heart Today let me narrate a tale, A tale of a gloomy…