Paano kung mabigyan ka ng pagkakataong maranasan ang buhay na iyong inaasam? o kaya naman ay bumalik sa iyong nakaraan? Gugustuhin mo bang iwanan ang iyong kasalukuyan?

I asked my heart, One fine day... Does it hurt when you beat? Can you feel me when I'm broken? Why do you skip a beat when I smile? Do you really exist or just a notion? My heart quietly whispered... There's a storm raging in my silence, Quietly brewing with every beat One day, it will break in A light would shine so bright that Glitters like diamonds, twinkles like stars That brightens the deserted paths... Till then, Let me tell you a story Where a girl sketches her theory, About new hopes and fresh starts, Whispering her 'Poems By Heart'...❤

A collection of words that harmoniously, flow together and often make sense. I hope you enjoy reading my poetic compositions as much I enjoyed writing them.

We're all just small black dots in this big blank page we call the world. We fill it. Short Story #147 / Teen Fiction #542

I'm sorry if this story is bothering you. But if it is, it's clearly not meant for you. "What's depression like?" A friend once asked. I didn't know what to say. Because when people ask you things like "What's wrong" and "How are you?" and "Can I help you?" I never know what to say. I end up lying. I end up answering "nothing" and "Fine" and "No". Though what I really want to answer is "Everything" and "I'm not okay" and "Yes, please". What depression is like? Writing what it's like is easier than telling what it's like. Only a few will totally understand what it's like. And for those people I wrote this.

A collection of EXCERPTS. [poetry, quotes, and otherwise]. Your place to come when you feel lonely, because you're not alone when you feel this way. "We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going insane and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't." IMPORTANT: Read 'not an update; read please' beforehand. Note: parts more towards the end are fairly better than the beginning, just a fair warning. **TRIGGER WARNING** [Highest ranking: #1 in Poetry]

It isn't hard to love secretly. When you're hurt, you cannot do anything. But what if you're too much hurt, will you tell him you're feelings even though you knew that it wouldn't change a thing? Or will you will still keep it even you cannot hold on the pain anymore? ---Onang

There's a lot of stuff to be said regarding things in this world but some people are too scared to say things.Well I say speak your mind there is nonthing wrong with it.

A young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman crying out to feel loved, wanted, beautiful and worthy. Struggling to accept herself as the wonderful, happy, beautiful young woman everyone else saw her as. Her words reflect the pain and torment she allowed another to cause her. It is her mother's most heart felt desire to reach even one young person struggling to accept themselves. To encourage them to open up and talk to someone, to know they are never alone, to know their feelings are validated. She also hopes to reach a mother that perhaps feels her daughter is perfect and completely in charge of her life, as mothers often do. After reading her poetry, hopefully it will facilitate conversation, confirm unconditional love and help to end words that a mother never hears. I am her mother and these are her words.