"Especially For You"
- Reads 63
- Votes 0
- Parts 1
Complete Wed, Aug 22, 2012
(Couplet) - When I was in third year and our output in ENGLISH.
About my past "FOOLISH" and "VAGUE love. When an unexplainable love suddenly struck my naive heart and yeah, it continued to grow its stupidity. I made this poem 'cause I was really inspired. This poem is dedicated to her.
A love that is not GENUINE but merely FAKE.
A love that has no DESTINATION.
A love that HIDES but doesn't SEEK.
A love that WRITES words but doesn't SPEAK of truth and actions.
Basically negative. ( - )
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Asungot and Engot (Jejedays- EDITING)
Hi! I am currently editing this story. But thank you for those of you who have enjoyed reading this one despite of the numerous errors. Stay safe!Complete
Complicated Love <3 (credits to the owner)
I'm not the one who really wrote this. And I admit I just copied this story.. But I wish you'll have fun reading my first post. ^__^Complete
FROM FRIENDS TO LOVERS (AND BEYOND)
There are moments in life so small, so ordinary, that you barely notice when everything changes. A glance held a little too long. A laugh that feels different in your chest. A touch that lingers. She became my best friend, my constant. Late-night calls, endless adventures, secrets whispered into the dark. It was always easy with her, natural. Safe. But somewhere between laughter and promises, something shifted. I didn't know it at first-not really. I just knew that when she smiled, it felt like the sun had chosen me. That when she cried, it hurt more than my own heartbreaks. That when she was near, the world made a little more sense. This is the story of how we found each other-not as we were, but as we were meant to be. From friends, to lovers, and somewhere even deeper than that. Because sometimes, the greatest love stories start with a simple truth: it was always you.
Im Inlove with My Brother? (Completed)
I know it's wrong and it's forbidden but I love him, I love my brother - Ciarra Mae Vasquez A/n: little comprehension about my work especially the punctuations and grammar used in the story, Im not professional in this field and still learning, thank you! (this story contains only my imagination and completely unrealistic)Complete
Lavenders Tragedy
This is my first ever story that I created. So sorry if there's anything that's wrong grammar Im just a Beginner in writing so hope y'all enjoy this story i just made! So I really hope I could get a cover page for this Story cause I certainly don't know how to draw!Complete
Honne; Tatemae
"No! Stop!" I could see her fading silhouette. She keeps on walking away just like the way I dreamt of her every night. 'No! Please don't walk away. I need to see your face. I need to know your name. I need to find you.' But I know that it wasn't enough. If there's anything that she's good at, it is into dodging people away. "Please!?" I almost beg. "I need to see you. Just stop." I keep on running and chasing after her. But like in every dreams, she kept on slowly fading away. And I could feel the same emptiness within whenever I've dreamt of this. It starts with her fading hands. Like a human form that's painfully breaking into tiny crystallized pieces that's scattered into thin air, she's dissolving in an incredibly fast-paced. "No. Please don't!" I could feel the tears that's running down on my cheeks as I try to grab her fading hand. "No! No!" As if there's a heavy rock on my chest, my breath starts to heave. I could feel the hollow emptiness within and the contradictory feeling of being crushed beneath.Complete
She Who Was A He (Hacienda Series #1)
Bawat kirot ay may katumbas na paghihiganti. Yes, every pain demands a payback. That's the first thing I learned when I loved him. Not consciously, not right away-but slowly, in pieces. He taught me how to love. His love was wildfire-reckless, consuming, beautiful in the way it ruined everything. I thought I was lucky to have it. I thought he saw something in me. Maybe he did. Maybe he saw the parts that were already breaking. He taught me how to bend the rules, how to silence the voice in my head that said "this isn't right." With him, right and wrong blurred until they didn't matter. Until all that mattered was staying close enough not to lose him, but distant enough not to drown. And then came pain. He taught me pain in a thousand unspoken ways. In words that stung more than silence. In apologies that came too late. In touches that lingered with regret. And pain... And pain. Again and again No fairy tale. No forever. It was never about soulmates. It was just... a story. A complicated, messy, painful story. But still, I gambled. I bet my heart on something that didn't deserve it. And in the end, that so-called love? It destroyed me. It didn't just break me-it broke everything I cared about. Everyone I loved. It burned through every soft thing I had left inside me. Because that love... Was disastrous. Behind the illusion of love hid everything I was afraid of: pain, betrayal, lies, manipulation. A heartbreak wrapped in promises. A knife dressed like a kiss. But here's what no one tells you: after heartbreak comes something sharper. Stronger. Revenge. And revenge-it's not sweet. It's not cold. It's best served hot. The kind of heat that doesn't ask for closure. It takes it. I, who was a he, now turned into a she. I will serve pain out of pain. Not to mirror the cruelty, but to remind the world: You don't get to hurt someone like me and walk away unburned.Complete
Unspoken Deception
In this enigmatic world where intentions remain concealed, people find themselves tricked and bewildered, compelled to yield. For truth resides not in explicit words, but in actions lost, a web of deception woven, at quite a cost and things aren't always said plainly, which can lead to confusion and trickery. Similar to the fundamental rule of a course I took in college: "never assume unless otherwise stated." I always do the math, I tread with caution, never risking in vain. Calculations made in mind and hands, devoid of wanton strain. I never believe empty promises, and I never put a value on deeds or efforts unless someone explicitly tells me to. I never risk something I know won't pay off. Yet, amidst this labyrinth of deceit, I made a choice to believe in him. I opted to believe him in this treacherous environment. I trusted his unspoken words, his actions' voice. I dared to face uncertainty, embracing the unknown, For the chance of deceit may be high, but trust had to be sown. In a world where certainty falters, I dared to challenge certainty. Believing in his unexpressed truths, I forged a daring path, embracing the light, the challenge of comprehending the inexplicable, even when faced with perplexing actions and the absence of explicit words. I take the arduous route, choosing faith and unwavering determination, in lieu of the deceptive allure that surrounds me. For, despite the treacherous odds, my heart dares to anchor itself to his unspoken language, ever yearning for the clarity my soul craves.Complete
Hi! I am currently editing this story. But thank you for those of you who have enjoyed reading this one despite of the numerous errors. Stay safe!
More detailsContent Guidelines