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Thursday, December 20, 2007
I am not a writer nor a poet and such but writing helps me. When I’m sad and lost, a paper and pen comfort me. I have no particular topic to write with but whatever I wrote in that piece of paper is a soothing relief to my heart. Some people find it odd cos I oftentimes cried while writing. There’s something about them that reminds me “I am who I am”.
The paper doesn’t talk, but it carries the entire burden I have inside me. The pen doesn’t talk either, but it wipes away all my sadness. Yes, I am a very emotional person, I could say. I hate being sad, I just hate it; and I can’t stand it.
I am not alone cos my friends and family surrounds me but I feel empty – really empty.
Labels: feelings, loneliness, papers, pen, sadness
Thursday, September 20, 2007
I am chasing a lost love. He begged for my love not too long ago, and I thought I could forget about him cos I was sure I can. How funny things turned into, cos I’ve been missing him a lot and twist of fate, he’s not into me anymore.
Labels: chasing love, feelings, lost. love, pain
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
I don’t know exactly why my heart was so hurt today; the feeling that you’d like to cry but can’t find a reason to defend why you have to. I think I’m so lonely and I can feel that my heart has been torn really really bad. I wish I could cry, but my mind is always reminding – i should not always listen to my heart. The heart is never right, it simply confuses the senses. Sometimes, the mind can not comprehend the feelings that the heart is aching. Most of the time, the mind is the worst enemy of the heart.
Labels: emotions, feelings, moving on, sickly mushiness
Friday, March 9, 2007
A thorn caught a flesh
The skin never bled – tears flows instead
Buds swing with the wind
Gracefully flirting to the king
Leaving tempting scents
Refreshing bliss – every nose that smells
Petals have to fall
Leaves can’t stop it all
Root tries to stay
Rain forget its duty
Stems dried as the heart dies.
The trees ignores what it hears
The sun can feel it
The forest hid it
The moon says goodbye
The morning says hi
Hellos and goodbyes will never die
Until my life find its end –
and my soul will just ask why?
posted by Yesha Gee
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