Weekly Writing contests
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Depression Is What We Usually Soaked Up.
Deeply stressed of what he missed, lying to himself is so satisfying, believing he’s lies is so terrifying, what he crave for is so undefining, following the dreams is all what he’s trying, knocking on the heavens door is that really makes the man crying, so I am crying for what I crave the most…
Sometimes We Just Die Internally.
As the tear dropped down the Cheek, I heard the sound of grief, one tear, as I always grief, you crave for a brief of relief, but if someone doomed from the start, you will always be doomed, on one side I will say the longing, regret will make me shed tears, as the eye…
The Wounds Is Like A City.
What are you doing he said, stitching she answered, what are you stitching he said, stitching you that’s what I am doing she said, what are you stitching and the wounds is like a city he said, it’s too late for that, suddenly the air freezed up and the silent conquered the place, the noise…
What’s Life ?
In the beginning life’s precious, precious to the one’s who appreciate the value of life period, each day we live and we learn even when times get hard, it’s temporary hurt, we just can’t stop living, everyday life knock us down to teach us a lesson, and we get to choose to fight back or…
Sometimes It Don’t Go Your Way.
Sometimes we don’t wanna be loved as much as to be understood, sometimes explaining yourself or your issue is a way to be convicted like you’re guilty, sometimes doing your best isn’t enough, sometimes doing the right thing is like a twisted way, sometimes and always it’s your fault, sometimes doing the right thing is…
Intentions differs Good From Bad.
Maybe I’m foolish, maybe I’m blind, thinking I can see through this and see what’s behind, got noway to prove it so maybe I blind, cause I am only human after all don’t put the blame on me, because we’re humans we could hit the wrong note, I mean we could fall in mistakes, and…
Waiting sometimes is ruthless.
waiting to be relieved, the heart is waiting to be relieved, hurting for a smile at least, maybe for the perfect moment I guess, i shouldn’t wait for the perfect moment i have to make the moment perfect, not waiting, maybe for so long, maybe it’s too late to be perfect or make it perfect,…
Escaping From The Past Is One Of The People’s Task.
Aversion, escape from someone or something kept chasing you from the past, this shit ain’t good for nobody, often escaping from someone or something soon or later it will catch you, it’s not fear what makes you run away from someone or something, no it’s not like that, it’s the feelings, Re-feeling the same feeling,…
The True Desire Can Never Expire.
Forgotten, missed or buried I should probably say, burry the burden, lay down your burdens, down deep enough where your guilt is buried with the agony beside something sweet and grieve above the longing but between the sorrow and underneath it true desire can never expire, whom am I desire but never expire, above it…
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