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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

Invisible

I long to be that girl,
That girl which is your dream.
I wish I could know how it feels,
How it feels to be your queen.

But then I also wish not,
Wish not to be your eve.
For I already love another,
Another that I could not leave.

My heart is faithful to my man,
My man who loves me for whoever I may be.
But my eyes cannot help but drift off,
Off to you, to whom I am just an invisible lady.

I just can't help but wonder,
Wonder why I feel this way.
When in fact, you do not notice,
Notice how you can make my day.

You might be the cause of ruin,
Ruin of my wonderful lover.
So it's better if I stay away,
Away, and invisible, to show care, I must never.

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