Just plain stupidity.
Have you ever tried making a decision to which you're not even sure if it's right or wrong? Good, you can read this one.
Midnight kicked its way
The chirping of cicadas are heard from the distance
Doors shut; lights off...
Because there are so many things that I want to tell you but here are the top 7.
I am planning to continue this when I have time. I miss writing so much and I am catching up. Wait for the next update! Xoxo, Huntress
An open letter to someone who'd never notice.
To all those who would never stop believing :)
She lay awake again
Looking outside her window pane
Some stars above had fallen...
Her eyes are keen
Different from the girls you've seen
And yet inside she is also strong...
Late at night
I remain awake
Waiting for him to knock...
Just another mediocre poem I made.
Everytime I see him, he smiles. And whenever he strikes a conversation, it's as though he's got that influencial good aura which takes your bad vibes away. He takes things very lightly. He is the clown in his group of friends. He tries to make...
Now, here's a poem after midterms week. Le cries :'(
Once upon a time, there were six children
Among them, the third is the father's favorite one
He treasures her like a diamond ring...
Because I was staring at him and nobody seem to know. :D
You can't change first impressions.
She's not an adopted child but she feels so unwanted.
When you feel like the world is closing in on you, don't be such a feeler.
For the second time around is a choice of giving another chance. Dedicated to TellMeYourName(haha) for giving him another chance.
The feeling when somebody turns your back on you. Sucks.
In his hand lies choices
Of luck of fate and chances
Life offers him fame...
So long as I live I breath,
I breath the crisp air during summer,
Summer is when the clouds are high,...
I refuse to let it show,
I refuse to believe,
It just seem impossible,...
Once, there was a beautiful butterfly with intricate wing design. The butterfly was considered as the ruler of the sky and the goddess of land.
She was so fragile and delicate that all animals in the sky and land loved her and all...
When Dalton said on one of his covers, "Because I'm still crying about it." I was like, "Me too Dalton, me too." So yeah. Read at your own risk. :D
It was about seven o'clock in the evening when Roger carried his net and paddle to his little boat. He can hear the chirping of crickets, the croaking of frogs, and the swishing of wind on his ears.
Fishing has been his job for all his...
'Cause I miss her so bad and I wonder if she feels the same way?