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[iwriteaway]

No words can describe how excruciating it feels to love someone without letting them ever know

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[alyshba]

Last Line Tag

I was tagged by @hadleykayeswrites to do the Last Line Tag. This is an excerpt from something I wrote in an unconscious state of mind at 5 in the morning.

“They don't get it, nor can I speak. So, I hide, I hide, I hide and I write.”

I further tag @naivesblog, @alittlebitofnightmusing, @catherinestephens and @velvetnyc

[vagabondv11]

"Sunset is a soothing calm between daylight and nocturne".

By Vrinda Mundara !!

[zaroya]

The cursed child

And his heart was so

Callously broken

Wherever he went he carried

A cloud of despair shrouded upon his head

And no matter what city he went by,

It turned dark, woebegon

As if someone took the life out from

Its people

And it rained there

The rain of sorrows, purgatory and

Despair for misery lied within him

It was in his every ounce of blood

Whatever soul he touched was turned black

Like his fathomless black eyes

Unequivocally he was

The cursed child!

[triafm]

Seberapa jauh kau menghindar, tetap saja hirarki hidup tak akan berubah

Untuk sampai pada tingkat/level tertentu selalu ada ujiannya. Nikmati saja, siap tak siap... Persiapkan! ^^

Tanpa dikejar pun, setiap yang akan datang pasti akan datang. Akan selalu ada ujian naik kelas. Haha. Meski kita udah gak di kelas. Hadapilah tujuanmu, bagaimana pun ringan dan beratnya.

Jangan jadi pengecut untuk kehidupanmu sendiri.

[syifaziza-blog]

Jangan berubah hanya untuk seseorang, karena orang itupun bisa berubah.

[haloohalooo]

Tak apa banyak prioritas. Apalagi jika beberapa enggan kaulepas. Yang pasti, usahamu akan lebih keras.

[saahita]

[bipolarcatwoof-blog]

When your best friend dies

I grew up more quickly than I should have. At only nine years old, I faced more pain than a child should ever feel. I have been left traumatized and afraid to lose every single person I become close to.

In February of 2007, my best friend died. A tangle in her cerebral arteries forced her to close her eyes forever.

So what are you supposed to do when your best friend is no longer with you? I could not believe life could be so cruel. She had a kind heart- always putting the needs of others before her own. Losing her stole my happiness. The week after she died, I sat by the stairs in the auditorium where we would always play. For the next month, my uncle would take me out to lunch because I could not handle seeing her empty seat.

To this day I still have nightmares. Ambulance sirens send me into a state of paranoia that I find so difficult to hide.

Scary movies are dangerous because I cannot handle the sights of morgue scenes and brains. Just hearing the word "morgue" is enough to terrify me.

Simple things will set me off. Playgrounds, elementary schools and girls that look like her are too much for me to handle sometimes. When I am low, everything always goes back to her. When your best friend dies, an important part of yourself dies.

[curhatharian]

I keep reading our old conversations all the night. Hoping someday we'll have an oral conversation all the night too. You, I love all the way you're.

Hanya tulisan untuk saat ini.

[curryscentedsameekitch]

Today, a girl smiled at me and talked in the nice way strangers usually do with each other and it left me feeling indebted to her as it was a precious gift she gave me, a very strange one too. Because lately, the first thing people see about me when I go out is my religion draped around my body and fastened with finality and absoluteness around my head which perhaps doesn’t encase a brain-at least a human one-within its bony frame. Because people choose to speak in English condescendingly around me as if the only words that leave my tongue are silenced outside my home and that I’m just a goat unlike them, civilized humans. Because I seem to them the black cloth over which they are the neon paint so when the lights are off, it’s them who dances beautifully while I am forgotten into the nothingness of the darkness of the room; or when the lights are on, it’s them popping out and me again receding into the plainness of my own background. Funnily or rather ironically enough my source of identification is a black cloth, a dress they decide to label as oppressed. Well, thanks to every weird glare I get on public transport,(as if I am hiding a weapon under veils and also as if I am the weapon that destructs everything by merely being present in the same space as them) because I get to cherish a warm smile by a stranger longer than anyone else because I rarely get it. Also, to those who doubt my integrity, my knowledge, my acknowledgement of my own rights, I want to ask where does it say so on my burqa or did you just assume your way past me; yet no worries, because if the next time we meet as every stranger unusually does by the permutations, combinations and the probability of meeting again that Fate spins out as receipts out of its wheel, and, us forgetting the blurred face we merely saw once--I’d be happy to trade a smile. I’d be happy to walk gently beside for a millionth of an instant as our roads diverge again, I’d be happy to not feel either hurt or angry or less at least once. You don’t owe me this, I know, nor is it your fault that I am moved when you carefully pull your child closer to yourself as if the bomb I am to you is about to explode, or that something crashes inside me and shatters despite being repaired, again and again, every day. So long, dear one who just passed by and left me astounded with her pleasant smile that I shall hold dear all my life, because the ones like you do exist too and I hold every one of such memories at hand to summon when my mind tells I’m not needed or I’m quite less in this world or that you don’t exist.

-Sameeka Sahban

[thisislyne]

Alam ko

Hindi na ko magpapaligoy-ligoy pa.

Narito na- sasabihin ko na.

Laman ng puso'y isisiwalat na.

Heto na, makinig ka.

Alam kong may iba ka na.

Hindi ko siya mapapantayan;

Hindi ko siya mahihigitan.

Nauna siya- wala pa ko sa eksena may 'kayo' na.

Alam kong hindi ka maaaring maging akin.

Wala naman akong balak na ikaw ay agawin-

Hindi ko rin intensyon na pumalit sa kanya-

Batid kong sarili'y di na dapat sa'yo ipagpilitan pa.

Sapat na sa akin ang masilayan ka,

Hindi naman ako umaasa na lilingon ka.

Sapat na sa akin na makita kang nagtatagumpay,

Basta dito lang ako sa likod-sumusuporta’t naghihintay.

Sa akin ay hindi ka mababalewala;

Ikaw ay hindi basta-basta mabubura.

Iba man ang aking isipin, sa dulo’y laging hinahanap ka pa rin-

Itong damdamin ay hindi talaga madaling baguhin.

Alam ko, oo- alam kong masaya ka na.

At ngayon ay may isa lamang akong hiling na nawa’y magawa-

Hayaan mong pagmasdan pa rin kita,

Kahit na kaligayahan mo'y nahanap na sa piling ng iba.

[anemonetears-blog]

Voice note.

You know. I couldn’t do anything now... I just can’t... I sit down on my own staring, just staring into nothing. Like how I lost you, I lost all the words I could ever write about you. My mind stopped and couldn’t process without waking up to your voice, waking up to that laugh that always melted my heart.

It feels so different...

No more good mornings...

No more asking about how we slept

How did our day go?

Did you eat well?

Well now I have to fix my own grammar mistakes without you!

It’s a shame though...

You know that I started to wear black more often ever since I left? But no. No my love...

I didn’t leave you because I stopped loving you. No... I had to... you know... how many times I cried every single day without you? Do you know that I kept you as a permenant part of me now? Is it ridiculous that I painted all of my nails black but kept one nail a color that reminded me of you?

Ever since... my heart never felt this empty... A void inside me... Its so hard and all these days I’ve been alone. I stopped taking care of myself. I’m just so sick of looking at people and just face them with a smile that isn’t real. I’m just so angry, filled up with hate being myself. Being the reason that’s pushing me away from you. I can’t write... I just want to sleep eternally so the next time I wake up, I find you right beside me with us being together for life...

H.S

[triafm]

Jujurlah pada diri sendiri,

Kalau kau lelah, istirahatlah

Kalau kau bahagia, tertawalah

Kalau kau sedih, menangislah

Tapi ingatlah untuk selalu jujur juga akan apa tujuanmu, akan apa cita-citamu, serta akan apa impianmu. Ia dapat menghiburmu!

[syifaziza-blog]

I am gonna step away back, this is not my teritory.

[haloohalooo]

Karena nasihat spiritual itu bukan sekedar kata-kata tapi perlu dirasa.

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