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You’re not here anymore. I can’t feel you. I just remember.

» Posted By Zeoru On 11.01.2012 @ 12:43 am


Your leaving figure was all I remembered, and I guess I should have told you how I regretted everything back then. I knew you were crying as you were leaving and I would have dried your tears like I used to, but this time your tears were because of me.

» Posted By Zeoru On 10.12.2012 @ 9:49 pm


I guess that if you combined the me there, and the me here, you wouldn’t really get a whole. There’s probably just too many of me, and the personalities I’ve thrown away, and it gets to a point where you wouldn’t know what you’re combining. It’s such a mess. I’m a mess. All over the place and yet I’m still me, I think that’s something to think about. I guess my split personality is scary sometimes, and even I wouldn’t know it. Others around me know it, so sometimes they just… run.

To someone else.

» Posted By Zeoru On 10.02.2012 @ 7:47 pm


I liked how you always took my breath away with just that one little glance I stole. It seemed like my heart was always beating faster than usual when I look at you, but then again, that’s natural. I liked you a lot, a whole lot more than the others before. Yet there was just something that was making me breathless when I look at you – it was pain, something you’d try to hide. Like fireflies in the night, fluttering; though lights in the night sky painted a depressing ache in my chest.

» Posted By Zeoru On 09.28.2012 @ 4:19 am


The scariest things aren’t ghosts, monsters or weapons. It’s people. They are always two-faced, doing everything for themselves and don’t spare a thought for others. The drowning heart of a human is beyond cruelty alone. It’s just that, weapons don’t have hands or legs to start going around hurting others. It’s the people who use it, and ghosts are the remains of that scary, little living being.

Maybe monsters are real, but maybe… it’s you.

» Posted By Zeoru On 09.23.2012 @ 7:56 am


I had a bucket full of hope, one that’s spilled along my life. As a child, every day was a day filled with laughter and joy. It’s always something I looked forward to. But now, as I grew older, I hadn’t realize how hopeless I’ve become. I didn’t know how less hope I’ve given to others, and how I don’t expect anything anymore. That little remaining hope is left to sustain my breathing days. My living will, and that little bit of hope is easily evaporated.

Now I carry, a bucket, a bucket full of sorrow. It doesn’t get spilled as I walk down the usual paths. It gets fuller, and more- it’s overflowing to my legs. It travels to the thighs, to the stomach and the collarbone. My heart, my lips and my very being. It’s consuming everything I own, all that I want yet don’t have. That sorrow has been molded, and molded. Now it’s me.

» Posted By Zeoru On 07.09.2012 @ 1:07 am


It still pretty much gives me the chills when you say that you love me, that I’m the only one for you.

» Posted By Zeoru On 06.30.2012 @ 12:42 pm


For a brief moment, I knew, what type of a person he was. I was afraid not because I was shy but because I didn’t want to ruin the impression of him and the person I thought him to be. When he opened his mouth and spoke a few words, I think I already knew he wasn’t the person I wanted him to be. So I gave up searching for someone like that. I’ll never accept him for who he was, so that’s the end of the love I thought was real.

» Posted By Zeoru On 06.13.2012 @ 7:16 am


It was like our engine that broke down so suddenly. The love we shared was suddenly gone, like it never happened. And I don’t know why, I didn’t question you. You still had that smile that used to save me. The flowers will bloom again, come the same spring.

I probably would still be missing you then.

» Posted By Zeoru On 05.16.2012 @ 9:55 am


I came back after a few days to find my desk scribbled and vandalized with hateful words. On the whiteboard they wrote: “go back to where you came from!”. Surrounding me were hostile glances and snarls. They rolled their eyes at me, purposely ignoring and pushing me around. One of them told me I should just stop going there because they didn’t like me at all, and it’s better off without me. I feigned ignorance, pretending not to hear and put on an expressionless mask but it only hurt me skin-deep. It wasn’t enough to impale into my heart because I’ve long gotten immune to the loneliness and hatred.

» Posted By Zeoru On 04.16.2012 @ 6:09 am


The lonely nights would try to entice me with temptation, to fall endlessly into the hopelessness. And sadly, it always succeeds. I’d close my eyes and try to push away the loneliness, but it never gives up. It’d knock on my doors all night, and I unwillingly give in, falling back to the past I once swore I’ve gotten over.

» Posted By Zeoru On 04.15.2012 @ 9:15 am


They’d rattle on about me, mostly with snarls and whispers. It’s not like they didn’t want me to hear it though, they’d do it purposely in front of me in a voice I can clearly hear. The voices were filled with added-on sarcasm and deliberate mockery. I could only ignore them, but I’m never immune to being insulted. No one can ever not care about it completely, it’s just that they learnt to let go and forgive, because no one’s there to save them but themselves.

You’d have to save yourself in your own ways, if no one’s reaching out their hands.

» Posted By Zeoru On 04.14.2012 @ 4:41 am


Nourish the roots of the plant with care, love and time. It’s what formed first, what supported it from when it first touched Earth, and without the roots, the plant would be a piece of withering grey. That plant is your family, your parents – that’s what made you who you were. Be it whether you’re born with a silver spoon or into a broken family, that decides what you become. Your life revolves around it too, so don’t forget where your heart is. Home is where the heart is, even if that home is crumbling apart right in front of your eyes. Even if it’s not something you can fix.

» Posted By Zeoru On 04.13.2012 @ 8:52 am


I felt as though I was bitten by a poisonous snake which sank its fangs deep into my veins. The cursed reptile, cold-blooded animal – but maybe it was my fault. What led me to the foggy forest where I found myself lost in the first place? I was the one who was led by the temptation, and my legs moved on their own. I had a choice to stray off the usual path taken, and I, without hesitant, chose that path. I am the controller of my own mind, the creator of the world inside my head and by that, I must have just indirectly killed myself. I closed my heavy eyelids. With my arms weakening and dropping to the ground, I cursed the world with dried lips.

» Posted By Zeoru On 04.12.2012 @ 9:38 am


I’d stare at the puddle of water that reflected my horrible lies. It’d reveal the truth like a mirror, and each droplet from the sky would smudge the truth, molding it into a exaggerated lie. But in the end, the water will be still again – and that’s when the truth starts to show. I liked the honesty in calm water.

» Posted By Zeoru On 04.11.2012 @ 9:10 am


Like someone has dropped a thousand pins in the back of my head, I trembled in pain under the blankets with cold sweat on my fragile fingers. I hugged my knees with clenched fists, oppressing the agony. The warmth provided was necessary, and the weather wasn’t looking bad either. Yet something’s causing the cold. And when I sought to ascertain what it was, I thought that maybe it was my heart. Maybe it was what caused the painful sleepless nights, and the shivering of my own frangible self.

» Posted By Zeoru On 04.10.2012 @ 5:59 am


Heartache, huh? Well, I really don’t understand why they call it heartache – it doesn’t hurt just in my heart, it hurts everywhere. It hurts everywhere you’d never see, it’s in all corners of my fragile heart and it hurts so deep, it’s nearly impossible to heal. And even if it does heal someday, that scar will remain and the memories will trigger. When my eyes meet yours, all I’d feel is pain. My chest would hurt, my legs too will choose to run and my eyes would sing a lullaby away. They would turn away from you and silence the heart from misery.

» Posted By Zeoru On 04.09.2012 @ 2:09 am


Branches of a tree are like roots of memories for the living life. They branch out endlessly and some would waver and break. Some stay strong in the face of strong wind, some just leave like you weren’t there. At the end of everything, that tree you have there is your life from when you were born, and it will be cut down by someone else to grow a new life.

» Posted By Zeoru On 04.07.2012 @ 8:28 pm

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