By: Christelle MarambaSometimes I hate Facebook.
Not because it’s not a good site but because it just added to my heartbreak. I see that green dot beside your name, but you don’t talk to me. I see your posts, I hit like on them too, but you don’t notice me. I really really want to talk to you because you are a conversationalist. I learn a lot from you and I even learn something about myself. But you’re busy and I’m not important to you anyways. But the urge to talk to you never goes away... So I gather up my courage, I click on your chat box, I typed the words “Hi” with my heart beating wild. And all I got is a checkmark and the time. I want to pour my heart out to you and all i got is “Seen”
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By: Christelle MarambaA lot of people tell me that being in love is hard. It gives you headaches, it makes you jealous, it makes you suspicious, it gives you anxiety, and it could even lead you to delusion and depression. So why should we even love? Why give yourself to a person you’re not even sure would stay with you forever?
By: Christelle MarambaI have a tendency to stare at fascinating things, and you are one of the most fascinating people I ever got to meet. I hope you didn’t notice my staring, or if you did, I hope you didn’t mind.
We were friends. Or I should say ‘are’ because we still communicate with each other but you haven’t been just my “friend” for a long time now. My tendency is what got me into this mess. I stared at you for too long and now I’m too attached. I say I’ve already accepted the fact that we won’t ever be, that I have to let go of my attachment to you. But how do I do it? How do I let go of something that I wasn’t even holding onto in the first place? How do I move on from something that never was? The answer is simple. I can’t. It’s not possible. Just like us. By: Christelle MarambaI am not afraid to die, but Death is a common stranger in my thoughts. With all the killings happening today, one might think that I should be afraid. But I’m not. A lot people ask me why and all I can tell them is “I don’t know. I just am.” Dying is a complex, yet simple, concept. It is simple in the way that when you die, it just means you left earth physically. The complex part of it is what will happen to you after. I guess it all just depends on what you believe. There’s reincarnation, the most hopeful possibility. Then there’s also the possibility of Heaven, the best possibility out there. However, when there is heaven, there is hell. Hell is probably the worst possible outcome. Or is it? When there is heaven and hell, there must be an in-between, which is purgatory. I think I’m more afraid of Purgatory than I am of hell. In purgatory, you are left in limbo, with just darkness surrounding you. No sound, no sight, no nothing. Anyway, these are all just theory right now. Nobody knows what happens after death, I guess I’ll just have to wait and see for myself. By: Allyn I. Villahermosa They say bad things happen for a reason.
I do believe that bad things really happen for so many immeasurable reasons. Despite all of the pain, we will never know how strong we will be after the long gypsy road each would pass through. Many would say life is unfair and many would curse the journey he was given but each of us were given our own chances and all the choices to choose how will we write our own novels, our own story. As each of us travel in this mini-coaster-up-to-the-beat-cycle or what we call as the so-called-fucking LIFE, we may encounter fears, tears, aches, pain and sorrow that may break and shatter our own personalities into tiny pieces but each should remain sturdy enough to rise against all odds and rise beyond our own limits and unravel our own puzzles. As each of us continues this journey, we will also encounter different person that will mold and shape our personalities, visions and even our future. Some of them will be the cause us to raze and teach morale in order to survive and some of them will be those who will walk with us until we finish this race. It was a typical Saturday evening when I first knew she would play a very significant role into my life. Quirky yet subtle, I confirmed a pending request that started our once upon a time. L ike the typical stories, we first became acquaintances-friend-close friend-undefined friendship- deniably friendship-demanding friendship-until all of the butterflies began to surround our stomachs and crazily flew like whirlwinds and hurricanes. Remarkably, it was 25th day of August and clearly the weather that time wasn’t not that fucking alright. Sun almost refused to shine then outshone its colors then hide again behind the majestic fluffs like a very wary snail. At first, things are going to be as “FRIENDLY PRANKS” until I began asking her serious questions. I never thought she would be as open-minded as I never imagined and I never expected her to be as mature as I have known but I was totally wrong. I flushed every time she uplifts me about physical appearances and how she inspires me with her no-to-drama policy every time I crack up happy moments into emotional ones. I never knew I would be as happy as I felt that time and I could not even visualize how it came to that part as I passed through my deepest downfall. She had me at my best and she held me at my worst. I never thought of having someone whom I could confide feelings, problems, and secrets. Undeniably, I came up very “into” this person that can’t last a single moment without expressing my thoughts. Merely things go to their wrong track but I can’t imagine that despite of all the unhappy melodies, she was always there to continue our song and produce a very wonderful harmony although I never deserved all of it. People do commit mistakes but she proved that everyone deserves not only a second chance but all the chances a certain individual could give. She taught me to strive harder for that thing that makes me happy, hold on to promises and not to yield. Never interfere with emotions and be mature to handle every obstacle instead. Agreeable to The Script’s song, bad things truly happen for a reason. We may never know what this reason would be but this would remain very sure and certain: SOMETHING GOOD, HAPPY and UNFORGETTABLE waits for us along our journey. We should never quit delving deeper and rising against odds. Hence, we must continue to strive for ourselves to open a new once upon a time until we finally get to our happily ever after. By: Luz Solis"We cannot move forward if we allow the past to pull us back". -President Duterte
This quote gives strength to a girl who thinks that the world is weighing down her back and this quote also makes her realize on how to move forward in life with every problem that she encounters. She's quite a small girl, dark, shoulder-length hair, and a jolly one, but the truth is she hides a thousand tears. You can't actually tell that the person you see smiling is really happy. Most of the time, people who laugh and smile all the time is the one who has a lot of problems. Well it’s been five years, since her parents’ marriage got annulled. In her perspective, it is much better that her parents got separated rather than staying together and seeing them fighting, hurting each other physically and emotionally and pretend that they are a happy family in front of other people. As the years pass by, her situation is okay and she knows that her parents already moved on because they already have their own relationships, but "Can we just really forget the past and move on?" she asked herself. All of a sudden, her father reminded her of the past and blamed her, that over five years she thought her father already forgot and forgave, but NO, she was wrong. Every time that her father gets mad at her, he will remind her of the past and blame her. Suddenly, she asked herself "Is it really hard to move on from the past? When we both know that he’s already happy with somebody else?". She knows that her father is not fully moved on from the past, but he always say “I’ve moved on already", but she knows that isn’t true. That’s why the little girl loves the quotation, "You will just move on when you are ready to accept it, and move forward to the future". By: Nicole ArzadonEducation is the process where an individual learns information so that he/she can use it to enhance his/her abilities for his/her future. It answers all the questions that we have. It enhances our skills. It also tells us about our past and its story. Most importantly, it is our valued treasure. This treasure is the only thing in our life that cannot be stolen. Our parents spend a lot of money for us to be educated and they know that it is all worth it. When we die, we cannot bring all the earthly things in Heaven, but I believe that we can bring what we have learned while we are still on earth. We should share to other people the knowledge that we have learned so that they can also share it to the generations to come. Education is indeed the most precious treasure that any of us can have. Once we have been educated, it is now up to us how we will use and treasure it. It needs a lot of perseverance and concentration so that we can be educated. It will take us lots of time to develop our skills, which are all part of achieving god education. If we have been educated, it is not impossible to reach our goals, dreams and ambitions in life. Education does not have any hindrances as long as we are willing and eager to learn and give our attention to it. We need to sacrifice a lot and keep in our minds that it is for our own good and for our future. We need to have goals, dreams and ambitions in life so as not to waste our time in not so important things. As long as we are willing to pursue our dreams, it is not impossible to reach it. There are lots of options for us to choose from and all we have to do is to work hard, sincerely and seriously. We need to work hard so that we can mold ourselves into competitive and knowledgeable individuals in the future. Money should not be an issue for this matter because it is your will that counts which help you predict your own future. We must remember that education is the most precious gift that one could ever have. Education is the only treasure that cannot be stolen from us. By: Nicole ArzadonSleepless nights, remembering what they were once before. Remembering the boy who took her breath away for the very first time, she saw his picture in her old wallet. She wastes half the nights in sighs and tears, trying to figure out ways to get him back, but she deemed it impossible. He’s long gone and out of her reach. He doesn’t love her anymore. She’s slowly dying inside, but on the outside she pretends to be happy in fear of losing him even more.
Every song reminds her of him and every time she talks to him, her heart feels as if it had just been stabbed a thousand times with a sharp knife. He thinks she’s happy. She can’t stop thinking about him; every second of her day revolves around him. She keeps wondering if he’s feeling the same way, if he can’t get her off his mind too and most of all, what he would do, if she would die. She tells herself she’s crazy and that he only cares for her in a friendly way now. But the girl keeps hoping for more. She keeps hoping he’ll come back to her someday. She just wishes that day was soon. Because she doesn’t know how long she can keep pretending. It’s making her fall faster. Every night she revises in her head all the words that they said. She bursts out into tears because she wants him back so badly but he’s forgotten her and he is in a relationship. He flirts with her as if nothing happened and still calls her “babe” like he has not broken her heart. He lies that he loves her, though he really didn’t mean it anymore. She tells herself he’s not worth it, that she shouldn’t love him anymore, but no matter what she does, she’s still in love with him. He’s all she cares about. She’d even take a bullet for him. She would do anything for him, even though he let her down, even if he lied and broke her heart, she still think that he is amazing, that he is the best and that no one could ever compare to him. Her friends think she’s insane to love someone who hurts her so much, but she’s never felt that way. Her heart breaks every moment she thinks of him but it is repaired every time she is reminded of the hope that someday they’ll be together again. She won’t let go. By: Bron Sometimes being brutally blunt is much better than suppressing your irritation towards people who are narrow minded or to people who are toxic to you, because saying all the things you wanted to say gives you a great relief. Then everyone would be telling you that you shouldn’t have said or done that, but you’d just be like F#%k the police! F%#k your sh*t! And not caring at all is one of the best feeling ever.
(Sent by Reader) By: Christelle MarambaTomorrow.
Is it going to be the same as every day? ~*~ My father was sitting in front of me. He was looking at me like I need help. Maybe I do. ~*~ “What happened?” he asks. “I don’t know.” I answer. “That’s what you always say.” He says. “That’s what always happens.” I answer again. And tomorrow, we will have this conversation again. ~*~ The next day. “What happened?” he asks. “I don’t know.” I answer. “That’s what you always say.” He says. “That’s what always happens.” I answer again. And tomorrow, we will have this conversation again. ~*~ The next day. “What happened?” he asks. “I don’t know.” I answer. “That’s what you always say.” He says. “That’s what always happens.” I answer again. And tomorrow, we will have this conversation again. ~*~ I’m guessing you are confused now. Let me explain please. Hi. I’m Erik. I’m 19. And I’m a druggie. ~*~ I was smoking a joint. I was drinking beer. I was with friends who were doing the same. I was happy. I was living. ~*~ I was snorting cocaine. I was taking shots. I was with friends who were doing the same. I was happy. I was living. ~*~ I just shot up heroin on my arm. I just sat back and let it sink in. I was with friends who were doing the same. I was happy. I was living. ~*~ “What happened?” he asks. “I don’t know.” I answer. “That’s what you always say.” He says. “That’s what always happens.” I answer again. And tomorrow, we will have this conversation again. ~*~ I was disoriented when I got the call. The call from the hospital. The call that changed my life. I was still coming down from my high. I dropped the phone when they told me. ~*~ I was home alone. My dad is dead. ~*~ I was confused. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t mean to. I DIDN’T MEAN TO! ~*~ I came with them calmly. I didn’t fight them. There were witnesses. And I didn’t know what happened. ~*~ Apparently, I was asking for money. Apparently, he didn’t give it to me. Apparently, I didn’t like that answer. Apparently, he fought. But he was old. I was young. I was stronger. I was angry. He didn’t make it. I left without even knowing that I left my dad bleeding out on the floor. I left. And I didn’t know what happened. I never know. ~*~ They sent me to rehab. Then to jail. I’ll be here for fifteen years. I’d be thirty-five by then. But I didn’t want to leave. I don’t deserve to. ~*~ “What happened?” he asks. “I don’t know.” I answer. “That’s what you always say.” He says. “That’s what always happens.” I answer again. And we will never have this conversation again. ~*~ Dad, I’m sorry. |
AuthorMy name is Christelle and I like to read any kind of literary works. I will post here original works and some from other writers and I would lke to share them all with you. Enjoy! :) Archives
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