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
Exasperation in TriumphPieces of statements are nothing if you have no idea where to put it.The difficulty sometimes is whether to accept or reject a certain opportunity that comes only once in your lifetime.In behalf of your decision, you must never bend platforms and break it to erase the thought of its existence.You must go on and walk on the plank step by step, steady and doubtless.A third person would be easier in the situation, however there is only you in the limelight.If you spend hours trying to find out its pros and cons, would there be enough time to say yes or no?Drastic changes can happen, although if you proceed with the mist that follows, you are likely to find out and see it.Unfortunately, it's unknown whether the pitfalls and rises would benefit the definition you'd like to answer.Words can either be discriminating or biased. Somehow, it's uneasy to deal with the numerous voices around you.If you put a Pigeon inside a cage, it will stay
A Drastic CallFor a year, I took a name that never said it was ‘me'.For 2 years, I walked down a path that made me fall from a cliff unharmed but bleeding.For 3 years, I stepped on grounds that made me feel it was not my own way to be above it.For 4 years, I managed to climb from underground rivers to the top of a steep mountain in the distant valleys of thoughts.For 5 years, I figured out I was not doing what I thought I could've done.For half a day, I found comfort in what lies beyond what was expected.For 2 days, I gained a chance to obtain a goal that was never mine to have.For 3 days, I looked at myself and found a smudge on the edge of the mirror.For 4 days, I had to go back and seek the untold tale that pushed me out of the shadows and into new ones.For 5 days, I've been smiling like an idiot, lost and full of shame.For less than a minute, I did see what was waiting for me if I entered the cave of dwelling whispers.For 2 minutes, I am able to touch th
Flaming PetalsIt was that day you crawled to the bedside to whisper a lullabyIt despised my pride, but loved by my heart.Till then, nights and days scatter and flea like a moth who was freeIt grew and grew till the sun got tired to shine so vibrantly.Cloudy days were even better to admire when you try to distinguish what has clouded and stormed in your presence with me.Rainy days caught the attention that contributed to mayhem.However, it burnt like a pot in an oven, heating us with a tidal wave of joy. As confusing as it is, the tidal wave is in the pot.It celebrates the notes and letters from your steps to mine and mine to yours.Days and weeks and years passed, steady on the boat that never tumbleIt balanced the weight that carry the break and the solution to the sanityWhen nights arrived, it became insane and wild.Compare it to tamed animals now free from humanity's illusion, like as if we were new to each other’s armsAs I stand here on the boat, savi