NothingHow long has it been since you looked at the devil's eyes, and said no?Curious on your way out, you find the eloquent force that pulls you up.But in this case, you figured out the flower is not always nice, sweet and innocent.Most of the time, it will wound you with the thorns and give you nothing else to help you heal.You must go down the path that fills you with tension to lead an exciting life.However, you choose to play it safe.You choose to celebrate in the audacious tones of self proclaimed thoughts.Blinding yourself from the truths you keep getting away from.You know they killed the extinct rhino, but you looked away and pretended it was not real.You know they stole the diamond and robbed the bank, but you walked out and ignored them.You know they abused the little kid, but you said it was "discipline".You know they insulted the stuttering waiter, but you chose to say it was none of your business.You know she was hurt, but you sid
The unspoken thoughtIf only you can hear how many phrases and idioms went down your blood streams only to be known as nothing but a word, you'd be surprised.You might be able to see the pain and greatness every human being could've felt for centuries of silence.There are times where one thought is not enough to persuade the innermost screams as they burn the pieces of woods.And of course, adrift in the most psychotic and seducing way of giving up has appeared to destroy.A lady happened to walk by a path of half-slept wolves, still gnawing the sides of the bones they have eaten from the cabin.Expect her action led to a typical kind of a challenging yet happy ending when she finally got out of the woods.Unfortunately this is not a fairy tale for 6 year old kids.So the lady stepped on a branch, made a sound and got hauled by the wolves. She was eaten alive and the most gore-filled imagination is the only thing you need to unlock the door of knowing why.Certai
Tampered lettersWe see what we could find, but not be able to find what we wanted to see.We lose the sight of what is lost, but end up being lost on our way to have what we sought.The icing isn't all that sweet when it loses its flavor. However it gains sourness when you make it wait for too long.All things could be the beginning of the end. If unlucky, it could be the end of the beginning.Whichever comes first, you know you have to do what you need to do.Doing what you must, isn't always going to turn out what you've wanted.Forcing someone out of the closet is not easy.They tend to hide or pretend they must fit in to be able to get accepted.For if they splash a different color in a monochromatic society, everyone would know.Chaos would enter their world and they may never find peace throughout the war.What if the world never discovered the word "differences"?,Would everything be the opposite?What if people never found the word "judgement"?
ZanYour eyes were the image of spectacularity. Your hair was as soft and silky as the Marshmallows under your pillow.Your smile carried the golden strings of a 50’s guitar.Your entirety reminded me of the soothing breeze the coldest of nights could ever give.The way we moved and swayed with the branches were once great memories of living.The way we scattered the ashes of a burnt up petal were once magnificent memories of laughter.The way we destroyed walls upon the impossible were once extravagant memories of perseverance.The way we struggled in the tug-of-war was once a reminder of the hardships we defeated.But now..The avenues and corners of yesterday were filled up with my selfless, yet moronic act.The detours of today were filled up with the breath of apologies and regret.The path of tomorrow was filled up with questions and answers that still caught the attention of yesterday and today.The direction to a better day is still d
A letter for your colorsHey there!Have you been up all night again?Did you do anything remarkable today?I know what would cheer you up, Mashed Potatoes!We all undergo many circumstances, yet we tend to brush them off if we dislike the possible results.Time can tell if we are either ready or not to go through the needle hole and fill up the spaces when we're out.But we don't want to say that we're scared.If we do, the people around us would think less of who we really are behind these masks we show them.Were you able to see yourself in the mirror lately?Look at you. You're a mess.Have you ever showered?Have you even brushed your teeth?What's going on? Why did you let yourself go?All we need to do is a bit of a push to help you get through the day.How many times have you visited the doctor, lately?Have you been drinking the medicines he gave you?What's really going on?Look I know throwing rocks at a soft wall is not always an easy feeling.You
Farewell with an Art De La PoésieWhen it comes to poetry, It is as easy as you might've thought of it was supposed to. Several inspirations or motivations may be what others would need to create tons of verses and drama.Some even create their own stories based on what they see and hear.To a few, the power of comfort food is needed to create those statements that you'd like to burst out of the bubble.For Instance, you are sitting on your chair, eating a jar of Nutella with no idea what to write.Take a look at the Jar, its depth, width, material, formation and the little pieces left inside of its tasty greatness.You can write about it's sense and wonder, add a few touches of irony, sarcasm, humor or a spectacular image.By then, you would realize that you're writing about Humanity's biggest mistake or the life of a survivor.If this style doesn't work, try finding an inspiration to soothe your questions and let go of the pain and pleasure.It can be an experience,
About the AuthorSofie is a freelance writer, and an endeavoring poet who adores writing the macabre and the alluring takes of life. She travels through every journey with her bag of Cheetos and crosses through every riverbank with a box of Pizza. A person who yearns to become a Game writer or be a part of Corporate Communications in the gaming industry. She studies A.B Communication Arts and is now on her path to revamp, fight and inspire as she gruesomely takes on the outside world of Taco Tuesdays.
HappinessHow to describe the certainty in the darkness?or the sensation of sugar coatings in words?How do you make sure that the clouds float all the time?And how do you deal with the rain that drops on your head?How do you open your fist when you've been raging with anger?How about the shaking of your body when you are frightened?When you breathe in, how do you shower yourself with calmness?Does it work or would it shed you in tiny pieces when you've been hoping for something?As the beam of the moon shines upon your destroyed eyes, how would you close your eyes to stop the pain?How can you walk if there is nothing left to keep you from taking a step?How about your inner demons, how can you talk to them and keep their mouths shut?Would it be a bloodbath of dreams or the showering glimmers of nightmares?How can you find Happiness?Happiness is in which part of your body?Is it in the pit of your stomach or the back of your head?Is it real or i