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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! :)

Sunday, March 22, 2015

The end

I only wanted to tell you "I care",
but it seems that I was talking to air.
That was only my way of saying "I'm over you",
but you misunderstood what I was trying to do.

Your reaction was one I didn't expect.
My whole perception of you, you have wrecked.
I don't like how you reacted to what I said.
It was too much, good thing I wasn't affected.

I guess now I was wrong about you,
you were my almost dreamboy, now that's no longer true.
Though you have so many good qualities I like,
you have one of the attitudes I truly dislike.

So forget about you, and forget about that.
You're no longer important, don't care where you're at.
I've finally moved on from my foolish daydream.
Which is why I'm so happy, I think I could scream.

I don't think I'll ever fall for you again.
My heart is closed to you 'coz of what you did then.
Though the fact is that hadn't really hurt or fazed me,
but it had ruined the image of who you used to be.

I don't love nor hate you, there's no need to do so.
All feelings are gone, sour thoughts I've let go.
Now only remains is the memory of what happened.
And the fact that it has all come to a happy end.

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