22/7/2023

22/7/2023, Saturday

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I see a lonely path ahead
whose twigs and leaves and dirt I tread
the gentle winds that kiss my face
wrap me up in an airy embrace

the dense thickets of trees at first
now are faded and interspersed
the few old trees which now I see
have but a leaf in entirety

as I sit beneath the bough
of an old crooked weeping willow
its frail twigs gently rip apart
these seams of mine which were stretched taut

now I hear fresh droplets patter
both overhead and on my shoulder
after a moment of reprieve
I stand back up with a lack of ease

I trudge back through the sludge and mud
my cheeks from the stinging cold now flushed
I set foot upon the lonely path
whose twigs and leaves and mud I tread

Fin~

20/4/2023,

20/4/2023, Wednesday

12:52 am

curled up in her bed, all she could dream of was the splash of water, the gentle lapping of it at her skin. the bluish tones that surrounded her, slowly engulfing her, as though consuming her whole. the tickle of stray droplets fresh on her face, the pleasant chill that flowed through her veins. she closed her eyes, simply sinking down, down, down into the endless depths of the water, as it slowly swallowed her whole–mind, body, and soul. the freedom the water gave her, and the constricting feeling it washed her over in, created a most enthralling juxtaposition. finally, she was at peace. it was a dream she wished she would never have to wake up from.

17/4/2023

17/4/2023, Monday

1:27 pm




we are no different from the ravaging creatures we call beasts- we kill, maim, and tear lives apart. and yet, the audacity that we have, to call ourselves the superior race. for in truth, is our true nature not akin to that of these beasts? are we not one of them?
or perhaps, were they created in our image, as we were created in God's? whichever conclusion we may choose, it begs the question: what is it that we have, that warrants our patronizing nature towards the ones we call beasts? are we not the same?

9/4/2023

9/4/2023, Sunday
10:50pm
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And in the dense shrubbery somewhere, I feel as though I've lost my heart in the wilderness of it all. Nature has claimed it for herself, and shall be reunited with her once more. For it was never mine to begin with, but fashioned from the whispers she confided in Man.
And now that her secret is no longer hers to keep, she will reclaim all that is left to claim, the secrecy of all that was once known – yet vastly unknown – preserved in the leafy thickets and web of vines for evermore.

16/3/2023

16/3/2023, thursday

11:00pm

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And the young lovers met under the moonlight. Showered in a silvery glow, they stood on the bridge. A delicate sheen of glitter coating their skins, hand in hand. He twirled her around, and held her close, as they swayed in rhythm with the nighttime breeze. His whole world was in his arms, and he hung onto her with every ounce of his strength. She could never let go of the sunshine in her life, the one who brought joy to her twilight life. He savored every little moment in her cool and calming presence. He basked in the comforting presence that came with her always. The leaves rustled overhead, shining with a subtle yet constant silvery white glow. He thought to himself- if this were to be his last night, he would gladly welcome Death with open arms at dawn. As he let go of her, he gave her one last longing look. Dawn was approaching - their time was up. And thus, a tearful farewell gave way to a fresh morning. The leaves and flowers were left stained with tears from the night before, as clear and pristine as ever. A curtain of mist, hiding their love from prying eyes, settled down on the stage. The millions of lights slowly dimmed, disappearing one by one. The stage was finally clear, save for the watercolor hues of orange, red, pink, and yellow coloring the backdrop, it being a masterpiece of its own. And finally, the show was brought to an end.

Fin~

25/12/2022

25/12/2022, Sunday

1:52am

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I jogged through the woods as I always did every morning at dawn. The first newborn rays of sunlight filtered through the scattered canopy above. The dried autumnal leaves, a thick carpet of light brown resting on the earth crunched with every step of mine. I took a different path this time. I was curious- I wanted to explore the place. I saw a silhouette in the distance.  Apprehensive yet drawn to it, I slowly trudged forward, treading the earth carefully lest I attract its attention. It was right then, that I saw you in all of your ethereal glory. The delicate morning shine covered your glowing skin in a golden sheen. Your hands gently caressed your hair, slowly making their way down from the top, deftly moving through the luscious locks. Dewdrops hung from the tips of your lashes, highlighting the russet shade of your eyes. I looked into your eyes, positively captivated by the way they reflected the sunlight. You looked like the very image of the fae from legends untold, an existence so ethereal yet lonesome. Your very presence felt otherworldly. I had never felt anything like this before. I was awestruck. I stood there, paralyzed with utter fascination and admiration. maybe something else too, but I couldn't tell. I felt as though I was in a haze, unable to break away. My thoughts fogged up, and I couldn't think of anything but you and your glossy lips. They seemed rather delicate, just like the rest of you. But they had a fullness to them. They reminded me of plump and ripe apples, fresh from the seasonal harvest. They seemed so very soft. They made me feel unknown emotions. I fear the unknown, and yet you make me want to explore it. My dreams are filled with the sight of you. Every waking thought of mine consists of you. You're always there as an undertone in every fibre of my thoughts and being. My heart, mind, and body long for you. I crave your touch and presence. I long for those slender yet firm fingers to card through my hair, as I lie in your embrace. The mere thought of you sends my heart into an erratic frenzy. It feels as though my soul shall be at rest only when I have the pleasure of having you wrap your arms around me, whispering sweet nothings into my ears with those kissable lips of yours. Only then shall I be at peace. I cannot live without you a moment longer. I must have you. I need you. My heart shall certainly make its way to you, no matter what. This is my promise to you, the angelic being I encountered one fine autumn morning. Remember me, for I will remember and return for you always.

23/11/2022

I love to write stories and poetry,

as mediocre and silly and stupid they may be.

I write as if there is no tomorrow

to tell the world of my joys and sorrow.

I live my life through my words

with them my spirit undeterred.

I sing to the world my thoughts and fears-

tell them all there is to know.

In hopes that maybe one of them all

shall listen to me, and heed my call.

Perhaps a day shall come in the future,

when i shan't be able to write any more.

But even then, my tale will live on and on,

through the words with smiles and tears i wrote.

Fin~