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Introduction: My first blog and why I made it

Hi, I'm Denise, at this moment of writing (2014), 19 years of age. I've been writing officially (I call it official since I became part of the school publication) since I was in 6th grade.


This is my "first" blog. First being in double quotation marks because even before this, I had done one, but I don't think it was ever really published, more like a blog only for my eyes. I don't even know what happened to it. Anyway, here in this blog I will be posting all my poems, quotations, short stories, maybe even my novelettes, anything that floats my boat. I will also include my letterings, maybe some sketches or stuff. Everything related to the pen that I can think of. :)


I started this blog, as suggested by my friends because they knew that I love to write. Well, I considered it, and thought it might be a good idea. Since I wanted to keep a close copy of all my works. I even wrote them in a small notebook that I usually bring with me, but still, having a copy on the worldwide web would be good too. I also think that it would be nice to share my works with other people. I write to express my feelings, and I think that there would be people out there who could relate to the things I write about, maybe even help them or provide some insight. I know that at the moment, most topics seem to be about love, unrequited at that, but I will endeavor to post other writings about different topics. I will work to post all my works from the past up to my present ones, and hopefully, those of you reading will find some that you could connect to. Hope you all enjoy the things in this blog. Thanks for reading! :)

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

How long?

How many more poems would I have to write for you?
I can't get you out of my mind, that sure is true.
I wish writing all of this would soon help me forget.
So that despite your proximity, i no longer have to fret.

How many more dreams do you have to star in?
I don't even know how long it's been.
I've felt this way for quite a while now.
I wish I could move on, but I don't know how.

How many more times do I have to get lost in thought?
Oh, what a predicament, to me you've brought!
Shall I be like this a bit longer?
They'd think, by now, I'd be stronger.

How long shall you hold me captive?
What is it that I have to give?
For me to be free from this, oh, so painful misery,
of wanting to have you, a downright impossibility.

How long? I need to know.
How long? 'Coz it hurts me so.
I surely can't wait for that day,
so I could finally go my own way.

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