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  • Eating Chocolates
    its sweetness
    its sweetness brings delight
    to my tongue
    eating them gives pleasure
    its taste is like no other
    but i know it burns my soul in hell
    the way my tooth aches
    it is how guilt creeps within me
    brush my teeth to ease the pain
    as to ask for forgiveness to cleanse my soul
    but its sweetness
    can't help it
    i still eat them

    i tried
    how i tried not to eat them
    try hard to fight the urge of eating them
    not anymore
    but its taste still lingers
    it always haunts me
    it is tempting
    addicting
    so addicting that i cant resist
    but give in to it
    i have warred with myself
    but i always loss
    i still eat them

    -aLoN

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  • Just So You Know
    I admit. I'm still angry. I'm still angry with you. I'm still angry with what is happening between us right now. I shouldn't have cared about this, I know. But as much as I don't want myself to think about it, I can't help myself to still care. I still care about the friendship we have lost. About the friendship I believe you valued before as much as I do until now. About the friendship you chose to turn your back on.

    How could you? How could you let it go. It saddens me so much. It saddens me even more to know that you have let it go EASILY.

    I wanted to talk to you. There are just so many things I wanted to tell you. So many questions I wanted to ask. How could you let me down? You have no idea how it feels. How could you make me feel as one of the dearest persons in your life and suddenly made me feel like I'm the most stupid thing you want to get rid of.

    I wanted to talk to you because I want you to know that I'm blaming you. I told you so, that it might bring no good to us. Now, the worst really happened. I wish you never felt those feelings you told me you had for me. Maybe things would've been different. Maybe things wouldn't be as bad as it is right now. And maybe we will still have our friendship. But I guess its too late for maybes.

    I wanted to talk to you because I want you to know that I'm also blaming myself. I over reacted with some things and I easily get irritated with you. I haven't noticed that I'm treating you badly. I regret the things I have said and done that might have hurt you. I'm not proud of them. And I am terribly sorry for it. From the bottom of my heart, I am very sorry.

    I wish to talk to you but you didn't give me the chance. You think there's no need for it and that we should just live like this with no hatred. But I doubt if there's really no more hatred.

    I would've begged you if that's what it takes to have our friendship back. But you have already decided and made up your mind. I would've done anything just to save our friendship but I don't want to spend my time trying to fix things when you already made it clear that it's hopeless to do so. So you left me no choice but to let go.

    -aLoN

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  • Realization Have you ever experienced that at a certain point of your life there is an urge for you to do something? Something that you did not want and expect to be doing ever for the rest of your life.

    And then at one moment you suddenly find yourself doing it.

    I don't know if it made sense, but it's exactly what is happening to me lately. I'm in a funny situation (in my own point of view). Lately, i have a feeling of being to be a writer. And I have no idea how this feeling really got in to me that I'm finding myself doing it right now.

    Okay, I admit, I don't think that I am a good writer. I can still remember way back in high school how my writings used to be as just mediocre ones.

    I guess that it's one of the major reasons why i gave up writing long time ago.
    But i don't mind it right now. I believe that to write is to express your thoughts and feelings in a different way. Sometimes in a better way I must say. When you write you just write, You don't try to please anyone and you don't care about anything or how and what your writing is going to be. You just write.

    Most of the times I envy writers. I can imagine how wonderful they feel whenever they write. How soothing it is to pour all their emotions out of anger, happiness, sadness, and pain. Out of anything.

    Now, I don't have to envy them anymore because I have decided that I want to be one. I want to be a writer. It is my new dream (I have a lot of dreams in life though). I'm not thinking that it's going to be my entire life. But i want it to be a part of my life. I have three realizations lately. I realize i have a new dream, I want to write, and I will write more for sure.

    -aLoN

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