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» Deprived

I cannot eat the words on what I write, as we struggle in this never ending fight, against our plea to give as our right, the right to eat, the right to live and the right pay. But seems everything is always in dismay, trying to surpass the hunger pangs, easing our pains sighing through Read More… »

» The Art of Writing

The art of writing has only one goal—to awaken people’s minds from the reality of deception, greed, hate, and love. A great writer always thinks beyond the ordinary. The imagination of artistry empowerment is the main reason why I write and I denounce those who have typical and hypocritical natural point of view. I am Read More… »

» Sexy dresses

I can’t look straight to your irresistible eyes; it feels like we’re going to collide. As I seek your everlasting love, no words could express my feelings for you. Whenever I wear my sexy dresses as you hold my hand like no other else around, as you hug me close while my body temperature rose, Read More… »

» Upside down

I see this thick dark cloud while my hair plays around in the breezy air like thin strips of threads into the midst of the world. I stare into the vast of nowhere trying to glimpse my life beyond the shining rays of the sun, trying to hold onto my unfathomable feeling of regret as Read More… »

» Mentality

“A writer’s identity is never based on how he writes but based on what he writes.” I guess being a writer is never an easy task; I have to have an inspiration to write my thoughts. I just want to express myself in every way that I could because writing is my life. I guess Read More… »

» For you

I am happy that my life has moved-on from that unfathomable pain in the past. I am happy that I am with you now. As I see you walking on the corridor always wearing your formal dresses, it feels like hope had touched my heart again. I dedicate this to you, for even though you Read More… »

» Failure

There is always a beautiful tomorrow after a day of torment and suffering. You just have to handle those raging feelings and emotions. I always believe that we people is just a part of the puzzle of life. And people always make it sure that they are still standing at the end of the day, Read More… »

» Grudge

“I demand freedom to those who condemn me.” They have no right to judge me. Whenever I go to mass, people always stare at me like I have leprosy or something. Even though I can’t see what is on their mind, I can feel the hate and hideous stares like they are insisting me to Read More… »