Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Everyday is just a repetition of other days. The sun shines, the sun sets. You can't totally call it a life--unless you find that kite. Mind those moments in between, It's not always about the firsts or the lasts.
As the sun wakes in East,
the Earth escapes from global mist
As your mouth tastes the morning dew,
the whole world changes hue
As the wind blows dramatically,
the ground rests melancholy
As the kite flies to the vast sky
Don't loose grip on its tie
As you indulge the beauty of the scenery
astonishing sight, lost in reverie
As the sun sets in West
It's time to go back to nest
As the sun wakes in East
A one massive ball of sunshine beast
As the sun sets in West
All bodies lie and rest.
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Can you tell me your own interpretation of this poem? I'd love to know :)
From far away land
Took a flight and demand
About to bound
Feet on new ground
Snow starts to fall
Stuck in a steep wall
Took a step inside
There, a place to hide
A sip of hot chocolate
Strangers on debate
Music for company
Just one of the many
Stare so intense
It doesn't make sense
A grin that's so bright
Blinded by its light
A friend in the making
Genuine human being
Someone with a name
This ain't a game
Stories never told
Something to mold
With a hand to hold
It's no longer cold
Time seems to fly
Is this a good bye?
Time now to flee
It's nice to meet, thee
Oh, ephemeral bliss
Such a cruel miss
Trapped in a mist
Dream's a beast..
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
This is reality.. stop and breathe..
Everywhere they sneer
Your vision's unclear
There is no light
There's no one in sight
The massive ocean
Looks at you with disdain
Everyone will frown
Until you drown
Far from the shore
You can't live no more
The vast dark sky
Smirking and sly
Your eyes filled with terror
You can't unlock the door
Thursday, May 22, 2014
5 years ago, I joined this group called Writing R Us in one of the online sites of The Twilight Saga. There I learned not to be ashamed of my writings. Yes, we may suck but there's always a room for improvement. Criticism is just people's way of saying "You are better than this." Writing R Us gave me some slices of reality while we made our own world, while we were writing or own fiction.
This is probably my greatest achievement from Writing R Us. Those who participated were assigned with different pictures which where we should base our stories and this was what I got. It was so much fun! I didn't get the first place but this is the first writing contest I joined in. Too bad I can no longer share the story to you because I lost the copy and the group was taken down 3 years ago..
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Have you ever felt so left out? So not belong? How do you handle the rejections? What does it feel like to give your best without any appreciation from others? This is for you. I'd just like to tell you that I'm feeling those, too. But just because it hurts doesn't mean you have to give up. You are not alone. There's always a hand to hold..
You always try to give your best
Still, you're nothing like the rest
You will never be an ace
Shame for human race.
You always try to give your best
Still, you're nothing like the rest
Whatever you do is worthless
Because people think you're useless.
You always try to give your best
Still, you're nothing like the rest
You always receive rejections
People always throw objections.
You always try to give your best
Still, you're nothing like the rest
But don't let sadness eat you up
One, two, three, snap!
You always try to give your best
Still, you're nothing like the rest
Don't let yourself stutter
You are so so much better.
You always try to give your best
Still, you're nothing like the rest
This is just a test of time
One day, you'll get a dime.
You always try to give your best
Still, you're nothing like the rest
Life is such a long way
Just be better everyday.
You always try to give your best
Still, you're nothing like the rest
Tomorrow is gonna be okay
Just give it a rest and pray.
You are NOT LIKE THE REST because YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
All of us is a fan of something--a book, a movie, an actor or even a BAND.
Obsessing (though we sometimes prefer "Dedication" than the O word) over
someone, is such a bittersweet thing. We tend to become bitter because
of the thought of not getting what we want--signed books, merch, concert
tickets, and the list goes on. (Obsessed! Gaaah, it's so frustrating!).
It's sweet to have such a wonderful feeling of admiration (Look! You
have that idiotic smile plastered on your face). And this poem is all
about that. Dedicating yourself to a band who may or may not know you
exist. A band you may or you may not meet. Here's a slice of reality for
you..
You sing a song
I ache and long
I stand in the crowd
Teary and proud
Teenage years spent on you
Oh, what your songs can do!
Your voice makes the world go bright
You shine like a ball of sunlight
All these years
You're in my dreams
Hoping someday I'll meet you
Hoping someday you'll see me too
I stand here all grown up now
You smile and take a bow
Cheers and applause so loud
I'm just a girl in the crowd
You sing a song
I ache and long
Standing on the same ground
I'm just a girl in the crowd
Monday, May 19, 2014
Basically, I'm a bibliophile and have always been a fan of the thought of living inside a book with a pretty great story. For most of us, reading is an escape. Escape from reality. Escape from the sh*** of life. But I've come to realization that these stories we read make our "reality" much more hard to live in than it already is. So I wrote something about it:
"Fiction makes you feel hopeful and miserable at the same time. You hope that these characters who exist in books may actually have an equal in real life. It's miserable to think that nope, they won't be found anywhere else. Or maybe they will be, somewhere worlds away from you.
Reality makes you feel hopeful and miserable at the same time. You get a hold of your life, so you hope that you can make it as fascinating - with just the right amount of twists and turns - as the ones you've read. It's miserable to think that some things can always ruin everything and the life you're trying to live may not be as pleasing as you want it to be.
They both suck, right? But come to think of this:
Fiction gives you hope and makes you dream. While reality gives you a chance to live that dream and so you continue to hope as your own story goes on..
It's possible to live in both worlds. Don't get yourself stuck in one."
You may or may not agree, but this is how I see it.
There is always a slice of reality in fictions. I believe that the writers always leave a 'piece of them' in their works. The characters always portray someone from those authors' lives--past or present. The stories are somehow based in old or current real-life experiences.
In reality, there's always a slice of fiction. People's mind tend to be so creative--that's how we are able to build our dreams.
So this blog is inspired by both reality and fiction. And this will always be inspired by every slice of life--from the people I met and I'm going to meet to the books I've read and about to read to the places I've been to and I'm still dreaming to visit one day.
I don't see myself as an inspiration or something worthy as that but through anything that inspires me, I hope I can reach to you--through this blog, I hope you'll be inspired, too.
*Trivia: "Fiction Addiction" (the very first poem I posted here) was inspired by my "Reality and Fiction" thoughts :)
Most of the times, our love for books make it to the point where we view life in a very idealistic way. We often forget that it's our job to write our own story--though not perfect, though not ideal--it's something real, it's something we can call us ours. So this poem is all about that..
Every night, I read a book
Few chapters, that's all it took
I shed tears, got me so hook
Reality - just stop and look
Every night, I fall in love
Watching the night sky above
Books, where worlds are contrived
I'd dive in and live inside
Every night, I stay awake
Thinking why we always have to wait
Fiction is a bastard bait
One day.. I'll meet you, mate
Few chapters, that's all it took
I shed tears, got me so hook
Reality - just stop and look
Every night, I fall in love
Watching the night sky above
Books, where worlds are contrived
I'd dive in and live inside
Every night, I stay awake
Thinking why we always have to wait
Fiction is a bastard bait
One day.. I'll meet you, mate
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