Bitter

a scary tune

And so she lies there
With a heavy heart
Hopeless in this life, tired
From the loud music
Her neighbor plays at night

Accompanied by his voice
Singing happily, irritatingly
An old man who preys on girls
Bad, dirty, sad, and fat
Like a villain in disturbing films
He whistles in the morning

A scary tune you would hear
Shivering just like everyone
She gets her earphones
And would put it in defeat
One couldn’t wait for his funeral

P.S. I wrote this in August, I was so mad back then that I’m shocked I had the nerve to write the last line. Oh well it’s not like I mean it when I’m sane

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We Repel

Maybe the reason why the people we love don’t love us back is because opposite attracts.

But you two were honed from the same pole and one will always be repelling the other.

Daily Post’s Magnet.

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a gallery 

The beautiful creaking sound of the wooden floor as I carefully tread the empty gallery is satisfying.

It was a territory I have always been familiar with—my well-planned steps on the way to your heart.

And just like the gallery, it’s empty. 

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seasons of hearts

The clouds are gray, the wind is gushing, and the rain is seeking attention again. Much like how my heart has been throughout this year. If the seasons are an indication of how my heart will be, spring should be next to winter.

But darling, global warming is real, and it might take my heart forever.

Daily Post’s Hopeful.

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slowly, slowly

When you sleep, you start to lose grip of the things that you’re holding. Like the phone on your right hand or the book that you’re reading.

Slowly, slowly, you let go.

You vanish from the world, out of your consciousness, away from here. You create a life where I’m not real.

In case you leave, that’s how it should go. Slowly lose grip of me, then let go.

Daily Post’s Vanish. 

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Private Loving

One could argue that unrequited love is the most painful kind but it is also great at the same time. Most know why it’s painful, but only a few would consider it great. Think of it like this: you saw the beauty in a person that only a handful would and despite your unreciprocated feelings, you still loved them. Maybe temporarily, but still.

During my down time at work, I tried to surf the net incognito, of course. I prefer to use Firefox and the one at the office isn’t up to date, but the window that shows the info about private browsing caught my attention. Since I enjoy playing with words, I decided to borrow Firefox’s layout and private browsing info to make my own incognito tab, on love.

private loving thestrangeher-wordpress

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