She never looked nice. She looked like art. And art wasn’t supposed to be nice. It was supposed to make you feel something.
8.11.17 CBI I once cried for so many reasons The world is cruel, giving a lot of complications But there comes a woman with abnegation in her eyes A woman who wiped my tears and took away the sadness in my heart I once complained about my life coz I can’t feel fairness Wondering why … Continue reading A Poem For My Mom on her 59th Birthday 💓
You will be my source of words in times which I don’t have anything to write. And I will be the first and the last person to appreciate your films when the whole world rejected your stories. You will be my mentor in music, arts and everything in between whenever I am depressed about something. … Continue reading To my love: Read this whenever you get tired of something.
July 25,2017 I am a silent writer. Not overused nor mainstream. Since highschool, I just express my thoughts through poetry, journal and stories (aside from being school publication writer) yet only few had an opportunity to read those. I’m not a good speaker. I can’t even dare to use a microphone while speaking and that … Continue reading A Letter From One of The Few
May 3, 2017 (This is only a point of view of 1 person and my words doesn’t reflect the view points of other people. ) People will actually call you “fat” without knowing the reason why. Though it may be in a form of a joke, but words will really hit them. Some may not … Continue reading Here’s to those who call a person “fat”