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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! :)

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Unrequited

Seeing him makes your heart flutter, 
he can even make you speak with a stutter. 
Just a sight of him can brighten you up, 
Your trail of thoughts suddenly gets disrupted.


Your eyes can't help but stray to his. 
Him, you just cannot resist. 
Though you know it's not right anymore, 
For him, through any barricades you'd tore.


Your heart aches for him constantly. 
How you wish he'd look at you and see. 
How you wish he'd feel the same way, 
say he loves you, right out of the grey.


When you see him happy with someone else, 
you immediately feel how your sadness wells. 
You pity yourself for being a fool, 
but still you act like everything's cool.


He constantly invades your dreams, 
Which nevertheless could make you cry in streams, 
because your dreams will always be just that, 
They will never reach the realistic path.


Why can't you see? 
What you want shall never be. 
You should just get over your foolishness instead, 
because your love for him will always be unrequited.






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