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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, January 20, 2015

This Time

You used to have such an impact on me,
this I remember all too well.
Somehow my heart still skips a beat whenever you I see,
but it's not the same anymore, that I could tell.

I'd moved on, yes, it's true,
but I'd be lying to myself if I said I no longer find you attractive.
Because you'll always look that way to me, no matter what I do.
And it's okay, 'coz even with this burden, I could still live.

But this time, that's all there is to it,
my heart no longer yearns for you.
I've recovered from that painful hit,
all that's left is the memory of what I've gone through.

You were such an actor,
you've managed to fool me.
I don't even know what that was all for,
but I'd been stupid, yes, I now see.

But This time I look at you with no bitterness,
no resent for what had befallen me in your hands.
That sun has already set in the west,
all that happened had been washed away, like waves on the sands.

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