I’m back with my poem, The Brightest Star Pt. 3. Last month, I made a poem for you guys based on a film series that I watched before. This part is from the other person’s POV. If you haven’t checked the previous one. Here’s the link for Part 1 and Part 2 Continue reading “The Poem: My Brightest Star Pt. 3”
I’m back with my poem, The Brightest Star Pt. 2. Last two weeks, I made a poem for you guys based on a film series that I watched before. I wanted this second part to be more approachable so I made it like a story, not like the usual poem. I hope you guys could be in the poem, feel the character, or relate to this poem. Continue reading “The Poem: My Brightest Star Pt.2”
Hi, everyone! I’m back!
I wrote a poem for you.
I was inspired by a film series that I watched for quite a few times already,
Enjoy! Continue reading “The Poem: My Brightest Star”
Twenty years old wasn’t the time that life showered me with its beauty but when life opened my eyes to the cold reality of this world. Time to have fun is disappearing as if it was swallowed by the life challenges; endless just like waves on the shore.
I know many of you are in a dilemma lately. Like I don’t want to turn this feeling into love and make myself feel the pain again because of an unrequited love, but sometimes, the thought still crosses my mind unexpectedly. Wanting your story to be as perfect as you wished.
“You sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found.”
Do you ever feel not needed by your peers? When they are planning a trip to somewhere awesome they just don’t realize that you are there. They never bother to call you. If you are an extroverted person, then maybe you could approach them like it’s nothing, but when you are an introverted person, you will feel separated from them psychologically; like they exclude you from their inner circle indirectly. Like when they are all taking pictures but you are not invited, so you are pretending to be busy all the time. Like when you, yourself, don’t know which circle you are actually belong to and no one give a damn about that. I know how you feel, it hurts.