Silent Scream
Why does it so hard to be happy?
Why can't we choose what we really want?
Why can't we love the one we really love?
Panamuh
Iniwan ako,
Iniwan ang kahapong tila panaginip na natapos,
Natapos na animo'y bangungot na kung muling maibabalik ay aking nanaising lumisan na lamang,
Cyclone
I picked up all the pieces that were left behind
This is definitely not the life that I signed
But I would never like to stay in this state
Creeping hopelessness, I'll find a way to escape
As the World Sleeps
As the world sleeps,
I lie drowning in misery.
Hosts of demons strike
me, again and again,
With swords, maces, and whips.
You will never be mine
I want you to be mine, and always just be
In your glittering eyes, it is only I that you see
But from this slumber, I have been woken
And knowing how long I have been so broken
The River of Paper Swans
Days passed by and the weariness still had a subtle effect on her. The couple tried their best to keep Hao content but their efforts were to no avail. Constant efforts were made by everyone to keep her spirits up but the consistent regret of leaving them made her feel vacant.
Lies
Hell always wants to go to detention just to see Heaven. Although Hell is a pain in the ass, he would always make Heaven smile whenever they meet at the detention.
A Mother’s Dead Child
Over the years people would presume, that she may have moved on and they will often tell her it God's will, that took her child back. But deep-down a storm would be raging sideways in her heart.
Bliss of Solitude
Wandering lonely like a fallen leaf of an autumn tree
Flowing with the winter breeze
A Stone Hits Home
The trick is not to stick with what won’t stick. Life's stories are muddy quarries where worries cloud those under and shroud with their thunder bereft memories like lightning hailing pain for rain.
Palayain
Kung madali lang sa kanya na i-let go ka, it only meant one thing - hindi sya ang nakatadhana sa'yo.
The Desire For Tasting Lemons
The Desire For Tasting Lemons is a short story written by Haniya Usmani and shared with The Ugly Writers for the month of July. The Desire For Tasting Lemons Zain sat there intrigued by those yellow citrus fruits lying there…
The Games We Play
Wanting to scream all the pain that you've been keeping to yourself.
But instead, you covered your mouth.
Keeping those screaming and not letting any word out.
Tragic October
Stitches our tattered bond every doubtful night.
But your lies, keep ripping us apart.
The curtains patch our battles from the world to hear.
We Are Queer Geese
Our honks and hiss transform
Rebellious riots into pride parades,
Peer-pressure shame into defiant love,
Fragile weakness into gorgeous strength.