At Your Wits' End
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Just some random thoughts that I want to release as it might explode if I didn't. I'm just exhausted and don't know what to do next.
This may contain poems, essays, and such. It's an open diary about what my mind thinks. Feel free to comment about your opinion or your personal experience, if you want to. We're on the same boat.
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What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'
The Mafia's Slave Part 1 & 2
You have a gun with a single bullet... . . . How are you going to free a bird in a cage? . . . The answer???? . . . . . . . . Kill it. --------------- Not your typical gangster/mafia story.Kumpleto
MY NIGHTMARE TO REMEMBER...
Waking up without everything in a modern city feels like hell. Like an endless night where mourning takes place. A misery that I have to conquer with my iron will. And him, who drags me to an ill-fated fairytale. But, what if dreams and reality collide? What if we'll be given a chance to change someone's future? What are the risks we're willing to take?Kumpleto
Halfway to Something
They say love is a choice. But what if the choice you made had nothing to do with love? We didn't marry because we were in love. We married because we both needed something- And each other was just... convenient. He needed a wife. I needed the money. So we signed the papers, wore the masks, and promised we wouldn't fall. But nothing about him is simple. He was the boy I loathed the most when I was twelve. Five years older, always out of reach, always one step ahead. Now, we're under the same roof, bound by the same lie. And yet, he still feels miles away. He's cold. Detached. Always in control. And I hate how effortlessly he gets under my skin. Me? I keep my thoughts sharp and my walls higher. I never let anyone see me falter. And I'm always mindful of the image I project-especially when no one's watching. And now, I'm slowly forgetting the rules we set when we said, "I do." This wasn't supposed to mean anything. But now, we're halfway into something neither of us knows how to name. And the thing about secrets? They always ask for more.
The Ink Of My Heart
This is a compilation of all one shot stories and poems that I've posted in my different fb accounts for more than two years. Warning: There's so many errors. -- Reverie_MinaKumpleto
Tired of love (Tired Series#1) (Editing)
Life was once full of love, until the home I called mine was taken away from me. I learned to stand on my own, carrying wounds I never knew how to heal-until he suddenly walked back into my life. The person I tried so hard to forget. The person who pushed me away and hurt me more times than I could count. Why did he have to come back when it was already too late? When he was the reason, I learned how to let go. Date started: September 08, 2020 Date finished: July 31, 2021Kumpleto
Break The Heart Of Heart Breaker (COMPLETE)
How can you handle a situation that you are the subject? How can you escape if you are the target How can you stop if your mind say go How can you fight if your enemy is your heart Love is such an traitor You can never say when will you fall in love It appears when you are not ready Do you believe in fairytales? Well me I don't It's a bullsh*t when you believe that their is a happily ever after In love it is happy at first but in the end you feel the pain and sorrow How can you hadle it if you are entering the game. The game that you will never win The game that you always loose The game that will break your heart But what if one day it will change ? What if the game was change ? Can you still fight when you know that you have a chance to win ? Or you are contented on that.... BREAK THE HEART OF A HEARTBREAKERKumpleto
Sad Life Story( A short story)
A life that full of darkness and sadness why i feel this feeling i hate it very much the only thing that i wish is to have a simple life that has full of happiness and love -SaddyKumpleto
HER DYING LIST
DEATH! One word that will shatter our hearts. A word that everybody fears of. An occurrence that every person doesn't want to happen. But at the end of the day, we all fall to that. Are you ready when the death day comes? Are you ready to face it off and leave? If you're one of the luckiest people who will know when your death day is, are you going to plan for events just to make sure that before you'll leave, your memories will be valued and turn you to be the happiest? But what if... What if you'll meet an unexpected person at an unexpected time when you're ready to face your death? A person who will do everything just to make you stay. Will you go with your plans in accordance to what you have imagined or will you change as you meet the unexpected person? Are you going to alter it or will think that he's just a perfect stop-over to your destined day? In this playful world, can you picture out yourself creating memories with the unexpected person that you can bring in your next life or will it remain only as a memory to the world whom you'll leave? Ready yourself as you embrace a story that will change your perspective about DEATH. A story that will tell you "In this world full of sufferings and misery, LOVE IS THE ONLY ONE THAT REMAINS". Disclaimer: This Story was inspired by my Favorite Anime Movie - "IWTEYP". Credits to the rightful owner of the photo I used as a Book Cover and also to WESTLIFE BAND for their songs I used as background music for some events of the story.Kumpleto
Confessions Of My Broken Self
The chaos. The sins. The regrets. The pain. The dreams. The tears. The words left unsaid. The silent weeping. The shattered pieces. The broken mind. My soul. My heart. My beliefs. My every pieces. This is everything of me.Kumpleto
What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'
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