What makes a writer? Is it a degree in creative writing or literature? Is it publishing a book? Being a writer in a famous magazine or newspaper? Is writing for oneself make you eligible for this title? Does having people approval and nods makes you one? I don’t hold a degree, nor have I published… Continue reading What makes a writer?
Doors and windows Willows and roses I walk around Selfless and sound Here I am, thinking of you Of unnamed thoughts Timeless bound I lay curled On bed of thoughts Remembering The voice of your eyes The touch of your soul As years fold I mutter the words To taste your name To live again
Two months ago I turned twenty five. A quarter of a century. Since I’ve turned my pages to 2018, reflecting on my life have become something I avoid. One reason is that reflecting make me acknowledge the mental mess that I am in. However, nevertheless, comparing myself now to my twenty four year old self,… Continue reading A late post: twenty five
In a far away land Where love falls like petals Blossoms bloom like a dream
I am told not to bother others with my feelings To conceal them Not to be dramatic Not to make others feel awkward Because it’s simply horrible for others To those feelings Those depressing, self hating, self loathing feelings I encourage you For you have been asked to extend your stay within me Spread your… Continue reading Conceal, dont speak
I have written a story. Something that would stand to be called a short story. As the title suggests, I have abandoned it a while ago. Here’s a little part of it, until I finish writing it someday and post it to the world The weather in Tokyo in early January is the most soul… Continue reading an abandonede project
Who am I? In the essence, who am I? All i see is fragments of people. I’m nothing put a collage of people i know. I take something from everyone I take a personality trait from one A hobby from the second A dream for the third A fashion taste from the fourth An attitude… Continue reading Who am I