16, He / him, A poet, with a sense of humor and acidity filled sarcasm. Check out my other blog @theughphaseofanewpoet I am fairly two years into writing, new into sharing what I have, with others, hence a new poet. Hit me up and let's talk about anything! Emphasis on anything, because the person who initiated a conversation on a murder is now mi amor. :)
I debated with myself whether or not i should share this since it feels very personal, but here it is. I’m not good at comics but this has been floating in my mind for a little and I figured maybe others felt the same too.
It’s been hard, but I’m slowly accepting I can’t always help my friends with their problems.
The sky lost the lustre,
the sun, its glimmer.
The clouds, their shades of grey,
invade the light, leaving a desolate soul.
I stood there, helpless and numb,
with the essence of solitude wrapping me.
The weather, the ambience,
conveyed its care, as tears fell from the sky.
Soaked wet, under the bittersweet sorrow,
it persuades me, to let go.
Eyes welled up, I felt an aura,
a cozy warmth, to hold me on.
I let free, became the rain around me.
Grief slips away, as the sky loses the grey.
A wave of life hits me, and I raise,
like the faint gleam emerging, from the grey ashes
Let me just be a little adorable mess and melt over what my sweetheart has posted.
I'm on the floor. HELP.
SOS
“I never expected you to be perfect and I never fell in love with the mask you put on. I fell in love with your front tooth gap. I fell in love with your long, curly hair. I fell in love with your hugs. I fell in love with your stupid jokes. I fell in love with your warm brown eyes. I fell in love with your shy and needy side. I fell in love with how beautiful you made me feel. I fell in love with how comfortable I felt next to you. I fell in love with you.”
— k.b. // you’re the one i loved the most (via whendidmythoughtsgocrazy)
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This silence,
slithering on my soul,
encroaches me, as a fair weather friend.
Envious of my peace, he wraps me within,
this illusion of faith. Hope flashes on me,
and I cry for thee, thy help....
But alas, this silence.
He exiles me to the daydreams,
these daydreams in the daylight.
Euphoria welcomes me,
tends my wounds,
and pledges her undying fidelity.
Then this silence,
envious of my happiness, he tarnishes everything.
As I reigned this unreal world,
my unreal world,
the anguish bred apocalypse,
and now, I yearn for compassion.
Though, this silence,
the Devil’s warlord,
arrogant yet cold,
merciless and ignorant.
He rips my soul apart.
(YES! SOMEONE REPLIED TO MY BLOG, ME SO HAPPY! YOU MADE MY DAY!)
The school, I won't say much about that( It's bad. Half the problems I am facing right now is because that school. And no, it is not workload stress.) But my English teacher, she's an angel, honestly. She gifted me a lot of books and Frankenstein was a prominent one she lent me, among Sherlock Holmes collection and The Last Lecture.
As for film adaptations, I watched the recent one, Victor Frankenstein, the one with Daniel Radcliffe. To be honest, I think the movie lost the point of the monster being the most human amongst the characters. The monster was a linear character. What's your thought on this movie?
I'll try out Branagh's Frankenstein and the series too, thank you!!
Doing things under a candlelight has a medieval touch to it.
A few nights back, the electricity was out for quite some time around here. Well, that ruined my plans for sleep. Without anything to work on or the WiFi for my phone to stay online, I was quite frustrated and jaded. Well the sky was pretty thoughtful that night, so got some photos of it, credit goes to @lesmolsnecc. As I promised, here’s her photography.
I fished out this book my English teacher had given me, it’s quite a read and a true thriller. I mean, it’s quite popular, the title speaks for itself.
Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley. The Modern Prometheus. It’s a wonderful book, honestly. You can’t really judge someone by the way they look. After reading this, my question would be, which one of them is the true monster? The creator or the abhorrent creature? It’s quite…thoughtful. This is one on the books that I will always love. Reading it was quite a challenge because of the Old English. But well, one’s gotta finish up his bucket list!
(P.S: yeah, I am not a good photographer. It’s more of her thing than mine.)