the lone chair on a long shore

Photography

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The picture evokes different kinds of emotions, but mostly the melancholy ones. Like waiting for something or someone that would never come.

P.S. Ever since I took this photo it has been etched on my mind. I hope you really feel something out of it.

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a lamppost story

Photography, Short Story

look at the pictures and tell me how your own story unfolds right your very eyes until you wanted to stop reading and actually write down your thoughts because the characters are introducing themselves and the conflict is slowly building and you know you’ve been waiting for this a very long time but the clock is ticking and the sun will eventually leave the sky and the lampposts but most importantly the girl who took these photographs until she gave up anticipating for someone to come

flood my senses

Poetry

and i know for sure
when you say, my love,
you don’t think of me
but of the man you have

so i’ll wait for rain
to flood my senses
and drain my heart
to be free from pain

Daily Post’s Waiting. 

the longest wait

Poetry

Then,
I would tell the others
one thing I’ve convinced myself:
I’m not waiting for him,
I’m waiting for me—
to get over him.

And that
is a lie;
and that
would also be
my longest wait.

Daily Post’s Waiting

whoever said that

Bitter

They say that when you’re thinking of something that you want, you just have to keep your fingers crossed and you will get it.

So, I did. I guess that’s one of the reasons why I have you.

They also say that when you said something you don’t really mean, you just have to add the phrase “knock on wood” to prevent it from happening.

I did that and it worked, I swear.

And they say that when you see a shooting star, just close your eyes and quietly make a wish, for it will come true.

That, I also did.

But whoever said that, I don’t believe them. Whoever said those, I don’t believe them. 

Not this time. Not when crossing all my fingers to the point of twisting them aren’t enough to make you stay. Not when saying “knock on wood” after screaming at you to leave doesn’t make you stop from walking out the floor. And not when wishing upon a shooting star, upon all the freaking shining stars out there a hundred times turns me into a fool who’s still waiting for you to come back. 

So come back and make me believe them again. 

Daily Post’s Superstition.

Photo Challenge: Time

Photography

And there he was, anticipating for Time to recognize his weary heart.

Photo Challenge: Time

A Blank Stare

Poetry

A blank stare
at my window,
counting—
the raindrops
unknowingly;
the cup of tea
sits on my lap.

A blank stare
at the note,
my mind vacant;
waiting—
unconsciously
for you to arrive.

Daily Post’s Singin’ in the Rain.

She Screamed

Poetry

After charging her phone
She turned it on
And waited for the call
But it was cold
And she’s tired, drowsy

The phone was on
Her bedside table
And soon sleep came
It was sweet
And deep, dreamy

Waking up is pleasant
And finally she looked
At the phone and saw
Six missed calls
Which were important, very

And so she screamed, heavily

P.S. I’m not very good at poems. And I had a wrong decision not taking the Writing 201: Poetry course. Ugh