Music = My Life

I hope you know that every rhythm

Keeps my heart beating.

I hope you know that every note

Keeps me alive and breathing.

Listen closely to the songs I play;

Because the lyrics speak 

The words I fail to say.

Some people have lives,

I have my music.

     

-fin-

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Here’s To All the Writers Out There

Thank you for all the wee hours you spend in front of your table and write to express the opinions and notions which represent not just yours, but the opinions of so many people like me, as well. During the times I have waited for your stories, I already know it will be worth it.

      
Thank you for voicing out all the thoughts in my head that I know I would never ever be able to say out loud. You have been the voice of so many people like me who relate to your writings.

     

If it weren’t for you, less people would be able to understand what I am going through and I could not thank you enough for doing a magnificent job in portraying these emotions as if you experience them yourself. But who knows whether this pleasure or pain you write about is how you truly feel? I hope I would be given the chance to know if these words are real or that is just really how lucrative and effective you are in this field. Nevertheless, thank you because you could not have written it more accurately.

     

Thank you for your passion in this field. I hope you know that many people like me find you as an inspiration. Your love for what you do can be truly felt in each and every page of the books I hold when they are the only things that keep me company. Your books have been my only friend during those times when I felt so alone.

     

Thanks to them and thanks to you, I have felt as if it is you who has been my friend, too. My only wish is to be able to get back to you, someday. Because if it weren’t for you, this reality I have been dreading to face would have made me give up and end it a long time ago.

    

Thank you for all the stories you make, albeit fiction, which help me escape oftentimes when reality is too hard to face. You have taught me that there are moments when it is okay to be lost in a perfectly made-up world of heroes and heroines who also, in a way, has taught me a lesson or two which could help me as I face the real world again. The pieces of advice from the experiences of these characters are truly applicable. 

     

If it weren’t for them, I could not be brave to take two steps closer to being ready as your stories conclude and here I am in the real life waiting for the new set of your writings again.

      

Thank you for giving me hope through the fabric of words you weave. Thank you for giving me courage through the intricate lines, stanzas and paragraphs you design. Thank you for giving me a will to live through the euphoric aura and nostalgic vibes that exude from everything you immortalise on paper.

      

If it weren’t for them, I could not have survived this life you always have had described as the ever-confusing labyrinth which although, many wants to escape from it, you have influenced so many people like me that life, indeed, is worthy to be experienced and endured.

      

That is why thank you; thank you for saving so many people like me. Your words speak of the death people like me continue to experience everyday, and that is what makes me want to stay alive.

    

-fin-

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A No Laughing Matter

This is for me,
As I got a glimpse
Of the real world
Where my fellow countrymen
Continues to suffer
Under the scorching heat
And inconsistent weather,
But still strives,
And pushes thorough
To survive.
Commuting is
A no laughing matter.

 

This is for my dad,
As I realise
How much he care,
As he try to
Always be there
So I won’t go through
This exhausting,
Extremely arduous
Experience where
I may falter.
Commuting is
A no laughing matter.

 

This is for my fellow countrymen,
As I salute you,
And your forbearance
For living each day,
And surviving
The warzone,
The daily battle.
The struggle
Of every minute, every hour
Is for the family counting on you.
Commuting is
A no laughing matter.

 

This is for my country,
As I hope
To serve the people
In the years to come
As I witnessed how
This is too far gone
But I believe
I can still do something
For it to be changed.
It mustn’t remain the same.
Commuting is
A no laughing matter.

 

-fin-

   

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The Feeling When Reading (8 words in 8 lines collection)

In the battles of tragedy, love, and hope.

I felt the happiness, misery, anger and fear.

       

I shared with them, I cherished each moment.

I lived their life, I don’t wanna leave.

      

If I could just stay and forget reality,

I would gladly do it in a heartbeat.

         

The feeling of never wanting it to end,

Will always be the issue from the beginning.

     

-fin-

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Insomnia

Illusory

thoughts that this mind creates

At night where these thoughts

Just doesn’t seem to stop.

         

Nostalgic

vibe that this mind brings

At night where the melancholy

appears from out of nowhere.

        

Somber

experiences that this mind relives

At night where secrets

Are out in the open.

         

Overly

Deafening silence that this mind hears

At night where your own heartbeat

seems to be the only sound.

           

Manic

thinking that this mind undergoes

At night where these memories

Are suddenly brought up.

      

Nocturnal

body that this mind controls

At night where the eyes

should be closed.

       

Incoherent

words that this mind forms

At night where drunken sentences

Are actually sober thoughts.

         

Abyssal

state that this mind goes through

At night where darkness and 

silence slowly kills your soul.

       

-fin-


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How Dull is a Life Without Music?

How dull is a life without music?

It’s like a quiet world of misery.

A full experience of the pain this planet brings;

A pathetic living with no harmony.

      

How dull is a life without music?

It’s like nature without colour:

Plain, black and white, boring.

What would we be living for?

       

How dull is a life without music?

It’s like rhythm would be lost.

Seasons would not change, water would cease to flow,

Everything, a lost cause.

     

How dull is a life without music?

It’s like a complete set of free fall.

Earth would stop spinning then,

I’d rather not live at all.

      

-fin-

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My Concept of Life as a Comparative Literature Major 

Note: This entry was originally written on 19th January, 2016 for my BIO 1 class.


 

As we talk about existence through prose,

We may speak of life through poetry.

Or through a critical review of a thousand words,

A research paper and critique mostly.

 

We immortalise life with words we write,

Composed of thoughts we fail to speak.

As we face this rollercoaster ride called life,

Writing about it seems on fleek.

 

Life is a figure of speech;

One part irony and two parts metaphor.

An upside down when things go okay;

Everything, an interrelated force.

 

To make God’s gift worth living,

Make our everyday life flow with rhythm.

Maybe add a dash of sarcasm to spice it up.

Perhaps, this will be a successful mechanism.

 

-fin-

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Grief (8 words in 8 lines collection)

Note: I dedicate this entry to my cousin, John Lester. I miss you wherever you are. May you rest in peace.


It kept holding on me since that night;

I wish I could bring back a life.

I have learned that emotional aches hurt more

Than me being physically stabbed with a knife.


I’m not sure if I’ll survive these days;

For the feeling of  grief will always remain.

But soon I am sure I’ll be okay

Because I know ‘acceptance’ will ease the pain.

-fin-

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My Own Heroine-Self

I might not be permanently

a victor/tribute like Katniss Everdeen;

Demi-god like Annabeth Chase.

A divergent like Beatrice Prior

Or a dhampir like Rosemarie Hathaway.

Neither am I a muggle-born witch like Hermione Granger

Nor a shadowhunter like Clarissa Fray.

Not even a caster like Lena Duchannes

Or a warlock like Theresa Gray.

A battle school student like Petra Arkinian,

Nay an alchemist like Sydney Sage.

But I am a READER.

I get to be these heroines

As I witness their battles immortalised on paper,

What a same difference it makes.

-fin-

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Bands (8 words in 8 lines collection)

Note: This entry is dedicated to all the fangirls out there. I own the featured image. If you’re gonna use it, please give credits to me. twitter: notsopunkrockdj , punkrockxhoran IG: notsopunkrockdj . 🙂 x


They saved my life, I made their dreams

Come true. Their music is in my veins.

They taught me life is too short to

Have regrets. So sit back and rock out
Your best. In my eyes, they are my

Heroes, they are there in my darkest times.

I may just be another girl in the

Crowd. However, I know I am truly loved.

-fin-