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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! :)

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Last Honest Goodbye

So maybe I have been lying
To myself and to others.
Maybe that is why deep inside, I'm still hurting,
Because my heart just really wants to burst.

It has been so long.
I can't even remember your voice anymore.
But still, I feel that something is wrong,
like I left an unclosed door.

And lately you've been in my dreams again,
like a ghost haunting me.
I told myself, I'd move on, but when?
Because until now, the past won't let me be.

I am still waiting, as of now.
Waiting for that day to come.
I may not know when or how,
but from waiting, I won't grow tiresome.

I'd just like to tell you that I know you don't feel anything for me,
and I guess I know the reason, so I'm not going to ask you why,
but I wish you'd say you don't like me, so my heart would finally see.
I just want you to free my heart with one last honest goodbye.

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