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  1. They say things happened for a reason, I say bullshit. My love was not toyed for a reason, It was done out of convenience, It was done because human are given free will and because they can. It was done out of a reflection of the other person and who they are, My lover had taken my trust, abandoned me, ruined me in hanging only to come back because they realize how I was right. In loosing one, I seek for others to place my trust in Words are sweet
  2. Etienne Blood was rushing in his head and they are all he could hear..maybe except for the quiet chocking sound behind him. Etienne ignored everything else with effort. He bite his tongue gently so the pain help him focus. His glared, daring the man underneath him to try and said anything for a distraction. He didn`t know what else to do, talk to the man? What is the guarantee that he won`t be betrayed ever again? The answer is none, but he will go hard on the man, honest and demand fr
  3. It hurts. I wanted to claw my own skin and marred it with pain. That way the outside will reflect the inside. Because I asked myself, "Is this something someone who love himself would do?" and I weep I weep I weep. Because deep down I know, The answer is, "No."
  4. Loneliness...do you felt that? I am alone and afraid, My lover is no longer mine, Hence I have none to relied on, There is nothing to tethered me, I had thoughts to put me through these days, Loneliness is a wide consuming abyss, I am used to be alone, Yet it scares me still. It hits you the hardest at 12am. My therapist advised me, 'Never text nor stay awake past 12am. We are vunerable with our own thoughts.' I tried my best to not to
  5. and more to come
  6. I realized, with shame, that I am soft and only wish to be loved and cherish. And one day I will not be ashamed of this. Please, be gentle with me. I have been through a lot, and I am tired.
  7. How does it feels? My love is like the beating of a thousand burning wings. Have you ever seen love crafted with fire and life breath into it? Yet the memories of your face torment me. Your words echo in my mind and the happy memories haunt me. I could still feel your stubble underneath my fingers and the warmth of your skin. Why was it that I can't remember any of these good moments? Not when I was alone and still with you? Why the thoughts torment me still?
  8. There is beauty in first love, Maybe with the fact that it will end. Tell me, Have you ever experienced, or see something so raw and primal? The entire body shuddered Heaving, Chocked with tears and grieve. Throat pained with a thousand burning stars A thousand unsaid things and unspoken emotions Grieve clogged your throat. So everyday I remind myself. There is beauty in my broken love, untaught, untamed and its hunger. It was untaught, As my f
  9. Its 12 30am again. Of course I am crying, I wish the pain would just stop. What do I have to do that this will stop? I think its cruel...its cruel that he left me with advise to stand tall, to love myself and wanting to see me succeed in life. 'Go take a shower. We will scrub our hair clean and they will feel nice again.' A soft voice whispers. How do I even love again? I don't know how. I was never taught. What do I do everything for now? What do I fight for? There is no one to
  10. Ironic is it not? Not once had I done things for myself even in the name of Love. The modern west speaks of a higher self, But the idea is as ancient as the Earth itself, In the middle east they speak of Qarin, It is a djinn they said, It is unknown, their name destroyed by god himself, For a sin unsaid, It is a species hell bend on ruining us, But most of all it is a human`s counterpart, They will lure you to do terrible deed like a siren to a sailor or so they said. Then why does
  11. Its alright haha. For now life is sad and morose but there is always hope for a happier future. There is no prevention for grief but the same goes for joy. Ohh yes. This definitely calls for another soul chilling poems
  12. I have no faith that this story will turn out the same as the original piece that I have read years ago ūü§£ but most of all I love the intricacy in their plan to lie to the parents. I agree with Peter that since you push me to a corner, allow me to give you what you want...by law I am following everything you wish for. But Peter? You are an ass. This is love we are talking about. What excuse is that? Take responsibility. No wonder Tristan, hearing that, took his train home. You should made your plan known to your beloved but instead he had to hear it casually while shopping for you. Now he heard your foolishness like this. Own up to it! I can feel the Christmas spirits. Your writing is lovely as always. A pity I am not celebrating Christmas this year due to too many sad events. I wish Tristan would not run away. Come back! But it's satisfying to do. My first relationship ended a few days ago, your story is like a healing balm despite that, yes ehem. They broke up. I hope you don't mind, I shall be lurking about of course. Reading your Christmas stories.
  13. Ah I have lost my mind. When we get back lets get lost in the exhaustion and madness. Let us feel the ache and pain in our muscles and blood 

  14. Elton

    He let the rush of madness in and became fearless. His mind isnt constrained by limitation anymore.

    'Just as practiced.' He felt that spark before, as if lightning were a thread and had extinguished it before it got out of control. But now he welcomed it. He felt the hole opened up and his limitation as a human being vanish, like being trapped a snow globe drifting across space.

    Slender fingers that belong to a 5'1 frame gripped the gate, exactly where the bolts securing it situated. The gate was a foot taller than him, but he gripped it and pulled.

    Blood and adrenaline flow in every bit of his body and filled his mind with rush as the gate came off almost like its made of paper.

    The sound that come out though, was the loosing high pitch of iron before it ended with a loud snap as if iron beams were slammed down. 

    With the momentum and rush filled him, he allow his arms to fling the iron gate towards the house, hiting the cement part of the floor. 

    Among the loud and fearful commotion were pale faces of his family and the air of retribution. They are afraid that he had actually been right and able to exact it. Good. Their fear tasted like cotton candy, the sweetness vanish before he could savour it and he wanted more. 

    "TRECHEROUS DISOBEDIENT CHILD! GOD HAS HIS WRATH ON YOU! YOU WILL BE IN HELL!"

    Oh she had to doesn't she? 

    It was automatic, his fingers unconsciously reached out to the sky naturally and the connection opened up. He could feel the vastness of the skies and heaven above. He pluck at the sky, felt comforting heat at his fingertip and brought it down on the house. 

    Lightning came. Not as powerful as he felt or imagined but it hit the tv aerial and spread through out before bursting every window in the house outwards.

    A figure wailed and fell down on their knees trembling while clutching their ears, "AHHH!!"

    He watched with a rigid cold expression before entering the car.

    "Drive?" He asked the man.

    The other male snapped out of his shock and shift the gear. 

    A/N this is a trial excerpt. So it might be cringeworthy. Please note I typed everything at one go without review. I want to see the state of my mind and skills of my writing. I ll review them later and I finish grieving the kitten so more update.

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