Dust on an antique vase.
Wrinkles on the face of an elderly.
Torn and frayed edges of a piece of paper.
Memories that we gain (and sometimes forget) as time goes by.
How does it feel like to be old? You can't do anything about it, just watch yourself grow older day by day. Cells get worn out, you aren't as agile as you were a decade or two ago, you get frailer and frailer.
The wrinkles on your beautiful face are not just evidence of you being old... No, they're not. Instead, they're sure signs of how you've not given up despite all those setbacks. They're also proof that you've had much more experience than anyone else in this world.
You might appear to be fragile physically, but deep in my heart, you're just as strong as anyone else. We might not be able to run, jump, talk or do silly things as much as we did before, but at least you're still here with me, with us.
We cannot fast-forward time, neither can we slow it down. What we can do, however, is to embrace what we have right now. Treasure our life and what little time we have left to create more memories and evidence of our existence.
P/S: TOTALLY OUT OF POINT.
What the F!
F! F! F!!!!
I'd like to write more stories in verse next time. (:
I went to the library today. Next time, I'd better check out Tumblr for some book recommendations. I'm already regretting borrowing only 4 books. I JUST FOUND ONE REALLY NICE BOOK. And it was on the shelf waiting for me to borrow it. AND I DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH IT. Why?! Sigh.
Anyway, inspiration came from... SMS-ing. Ooh. Topic came from kor again. I think this is the topic... my phone keeps saying 'Inbox Full' when it obviously is not! And to think I keep falling for that trick -.- damn you, phone. I can't wait go get my SONY ERICSSON SATIO <3
Showing posts with label one word. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 3, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
dilemma
She was on a train going nowhere. Millions of questions raced past her mind the speed of light, but only one of them slowed down to allow her to make the Decision.
Should she do it?
It was a hard choice to make, and she knew it. It was as if she were standing right in front of two of her favourite things in the world and she could only choose one of them.
She didn't want to think anymore. Her mind was numb and she was tired. When was this going to end? Nobody could help her anymore. In the past, there was always someone who would be there for her in times of need. Right now, she felt all alone in this world. She was well aware that there would always be someone who was stuck in a sticky situation not unlike hers. Time was ticking by and she was still stuck in the exact position as she had been before.
She sighed.
Better make the Decision now before she could change her mind or have any regrets.
"I'll do it."
P/S: LOL the last part's funny... This is a tough topic to write (for me)! But I like challenges... even though I think I've killed most of my brain cells. :/
And this writing (which cannot be classified as a story or an essay) doesn't even have a plot, for crying out loud. Like all my other works.
CREDITS~ Inspiration: Music and Tumblr! ^^
Topic: From my kor. LOL. Kor, next time give easier topic.
Should she do it?
It was a hard choice to make, and she knew it. It was as if she were standing right in front of two of her favourite things in the world and she could only choose one of them.
She didn't want to think anymore. Her mind was numb and she was tired. When was this going to end? Nobody could help her anymore. In the past, there was always someone who would be there for her in times of need. Right now, she felt all alone in this world. She was well aware that there would always be someone who was stuck in a sticky situation not unlike hers. Time was ticking by and she was still stuck in the exact position as she had been before.
She sighed.
Better make the Decision now before she could change her mind or have any regrets.
"I'll do it."
P/S: LOL the last part's funny... This is a tough topic to write (for me)! But I like challenges... even though I think I've killed most of my brain cells. :/
And this writing (which cannot be classified as a story or an essay) doesn't even have a plot, for crying out loud. Like all my other works.
CREDITS~ Inspiration: Music and Tumblr! ^^
Topic: From my kor. LOL. Kor, next time give easier topic.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
running
Adrenaline surged through his body.
His muscles burned with every step he took, but in a good way. It was as if the muscles were urging him forward, giving him encouragement even when the world he lived in seemed to be falling apart. It meant that he was still alive, and that he had yet to give up.
The familiar houses raced past him and everything was a blur as he sped up. The wind messed his hair up and brought a nice, tingling feeling to his body. He loved every moment of it, loved how it calmed him down when he was feeling tensed up.
P/S: Inspiration from today's intensive (quite) training during PE and also Chasing Brooklyn. It's half-written... because... I can't think of anything else to write... ):
His muscles burned with every step he took, but in a good way. It was as if the muscles were urging him forward, giving him encouragement even when the world he lived in seemed to be falling apart. It meant that he was still alive, and that he had yet to give up.
The familiar houses raced past him and everything was a blur as he sped up. The wind messed his hair up and brought a nice, tingling feeling to his body. He loved every moment of it, loved how it calmed him down when he was feeling tensed up.
P/S: Inspiration from today's intensive (quite) training during PE and also Chasing Brooklyn. It's half-written... because... I can't think of anything else to write... ):
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
you
You are my soul,
my heart,
my eyes,
my hands.
You feel for me,
for yourself,
for them,
for us.
You define my life,
you make life have a whole different meaning.
You make me realize how lucky I am to have you in my short but meaningful life.
You mean everything to me,
but do I mean everything to you?
You run,
and I chase after you.
You walk,
and I walk alongside you, matching our footsteps.
You speak,
and I watch your beautiful lips move as if they have a life of their own.
You dream,
and I wonder, do you ever dream of me?
Because I dream of you, every single moment of the day.
You are the key to the lock of the doors of opportunities,
And I hold it tight,
Not wanting to lose it,
Ever.
Because if I it,
I'll lose you.
And I don't ever want to lose you.
P/S: Most of my inspiration came from Chasing Brooklyn (written by Lisa Schroeder) and from Tumblr. Some quotes (all? o.o) come from myself :D LOL, okay thanks bye. I'll continue tomorrow :)
my heart,
my eyes,
my hands.
You feel for me,
for yourself,
for them,
for us.
You define my life,
you make life have a whole different meaning.
You make me realize how lucky I am to have you in my short but meaningful life.
You mean everything to me,
but do I mean everything to you?
You run,
and I chase after you.
You walk,
and I walk alongside you, matching our footsteps.
You speak,
and I watch your beautiful lips move as if they have a life of their own.
You dream,
and I wonder, do you ever dream of me?
Because I dream of you, every single moment of the day.
You are the key to the lock of the doors of opportunities,
And I hold it tight,
Not wanting to lose it,
Ever.
Because if I it,
I'll lose you.
And I don't ever want to lose you.
P/S: Most of my inspiration came from Chasing Brooklyn (written by Lisa Schroeder) and from Tumblr. Some quotes (all? o.o) come from myself :D LOL, okay thanks bye. I'll continue tomorrow :)
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
trapped
He wanted out.
Enclosed in this dark, windowless and claustrophobic room which reeked of cigarette smoke and human waste, he wondered how long he could last. Not long, he knew.
He let out a long sigh. It had already been 7 days and the food supply was running out. Fast. It did not seem as if anybody would be able to find him. He felt like he was playing a brutal game of hide-and-seek. Either you be found and continue finding the others who had been trapped in other places, or die. He hoped fervently that the latter wouldn't happen to him, but now it seemed as if hope was playing hide-and-seek with him too, appearing at all the wrong places. Sometimes, like now, not appearing at all.
"Let me out!" He shouted hoarsely whilst pounding on the metal door, until, finally, all the energy drained away from him. He slumped down the dirty wall, all the remnants of the hope and energy he once had scattered around the tiny room, filling in the cracks of the floor, finally gone from his world...
P/S: There's something weird about the sentence structure. Will edit it when I'm free. (:
Enclosed in this dark, windowless and claustrophobic room which reeked of cigarette smoke and human waste, he wondered how long he could last. Not long, he knew.
He let out a long sigh. It had already been 7 days and the food supply was running out. Fast. It did not seem as if anybody would be able to find him. He felt like he was playing a brutal game of hide-and-seek. Either you be found and continue finding the others who had been trapped in other places, or die. He hoped fervently that the latter wouldn't happen to him, but now it seemed as if hope was playing hide-and-seek with him too, appearing at all the wrong places. Sometimes, like now, not appearing at all.
"Let me out!" He shouted hoarsely whilst pounding on the metal door, until, finally, all the energy drained away from him. He slumped down the dirty wall, all the remnants of the hope and energy he once had scattered around the tiny room, filling in the cracks of the floor, finally gone from his world...
P/S: There's something weird about the sentence structure. Will edit it when I'm free. (:
Monday, March 29, 2010
regrets
Sometimes, you really hate yourself for the decisions that you've made.
It's like a promise made but not kept- you hate yourself so much for not keeping to it, but at the same time you know it's hard to follow with it...
You just want to run away, run away from these problems. Escaping might not be the best solution, but sometimes it's the only option available to you.
And so, you run.
You run like the wind. So fast that people can't seem to be able to catch up with you, so sudden that they might not realise that you've even come and gone. You stop to catch your breath. Sweat trickles down the sides of your forehead, down to your neck and onto your back. Your black T-shirt is damp from all that running. And yet, you don't seem to notice.
You've regretted all your life.
So you're not going to regret again, never again. You will not pause to ponder at things that once seemed to mean a lot to you. No, you don't. You cared, but in the end, nobody appreciated it. That was your first regret, helping people who didn't deserve your care and concern. The next regret came years later. Your best friend just turned your back on you. You did nothing wrong. You regret not asking her what her problem was, and now it's all too late... everyone has turned their back on you, thinking that you've changed, when you have not.
You regret.
You want to stop regretting, but you can't. Because regret is a vicious cycle. It is a monster which turns up at the most unexpected of moments.
It is here again.
You continue running...
Running...
Running...
It's like a promise made but not kept- you hate yourself so much for not keeping to it, but at the same time you know it's hard to follow with it...
You just want to run away, run away from these problems. Escaping might not be the best solution, but sometimes it's the only option available to you.
And so, you run.
You run like the wind. So fast that people can't seem to be able to catch up with you, so sudden that they might not realise that you've even come and gone. You stop to catch your breath. Sweat trickles down the sides of your forehead, down to your neck and onto your back. Your black T-shirt is damp from all that running. And yet, you don't seem to notice.
You've regretted all your life.
So you're not going to regret again, never again. You will not pause to ponder at things that once seemed to mean a lot to you. No, you don't. You cared, but in the end, nobody appreciated it. That was your first regret, helping people who didn't deserve your care and concern. The next regret came years later. Your best friend just turned your back on you. You did nothing wrong. You regret not asking her what her problem was, and now it's all too late... everyone has turned their back on you, thinking that you've changed, when you have not.
You regret.
You want to stop regretting, but you can't. Because regret is a vicious cycle. It is a monster which turns up at the most unexpected of moments.
It is here again.
You continue running...
Running...
Running...
Sunday, March 28, 2010
remembering
She finally remembered.
Those times spent lying face up on the grass in the meadow, looking up at the sky together with him. They would breathe in the deep scent of the flowers and watch those beautiful butterflies flutter past them, not having a care for anything else in the world. How she missed those times. Now that he was gone, these times would become just a memory that was etched deep into her mind and nothing else. She missed him. So much, in fact, that as she now stood in front of the mirror, she wept. This pain she was feeling was much more worse than having a thousand knives being stabbed into her. She hated looking at herself in the mirror. Sunken cheeks, bloodshot eyes, oily hair that hung like a curtain, obscuring her soul from the outside world.
She remembered.
And she hated it.
Those times spent lying face up on the grass in the meadow, looking up at the sky together with him. They would breathe in the deep scent of the flowers and watch those beautiful butterflies flutter past them, not having a care for anything else in the world. How she missed those times. Now that he was gone, these times would become just a memory that was etched deep into her mind and nothing else. She missed him. So much, in fact, that as she now stood in front of the mirror, she wept. This pain she was feeling was much more worse than having a thousand knives being stabbed into her. She hated looking at herself in the mirror. Sunken cheeks, bloodshot eyes, oily hair that hung like a curtain, obscuring her soul from the outside world.
She remembered.
And she hated it.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
fate
It was this thing called fate that brought them together. Without it, they'd probably just be strangers passing by on a crowded street, unaware that they were really meant for each other, unaware that even the strongest hurricane would not be able to tear them apart...
Now, as they stood looking into each others' eyes, they could see their past in it. The laughter, the tears, those lovely days they had together... they were all reflected in their eyes. Even then, as they knew that they did not have many years ahead of them, it was perfectly clear that no matter what happened, they would still be in each others' minds...
Now, as they stood looking into each others' eyes, they could see their past in it. The laughter, the tears, those lovely days they had together... they were all reflected in their eyes. Even then, as they knew that they did not have many years ahead of them, it was perfectly clear that no matter what happened, they would still be in each others' minds...
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