a writer, eh? not really. but why? because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am... real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me...
or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that.
because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about.. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care.
did you hear me?
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"write two quatrains about something beautiful," said the teacher during a sunny friday morning.
mirror, mirror on the wall
why do you see me as black, dark and tall?
who are you really, still and small,
and why do you keep staring at us all?
how do you make my physicality
a one-way path to my inner reality?
and no matter what, why do i see
always the beautiful art that's part of me?
i'm awfully sorry if those "quatrains" were not that appalling enough. i only did those in a span of five minutes in english class... because i came in late again.
but then again, dunno why, but i was filled with inspiration in those few minutes, so i tried writing another one:
a lady - fair, gentle and kind
a person always in the back of my mind
a someone, whose smile makes me
the happiest guy that this world will ever see
lovely, eh? i took pride in that. so i continued...
a friend, who never fails to make my day
whose beauty nearly takes my breath away
that's just awesome... until a stunning thought struck me... and i struggled writing the last two lines...
"i love you" are the words from her i wish to hear..
but through all, i know, a wish that will never be...
too bad, that was the end of it. i knew i could have finished it on a happier note, but that would be... not being myself.
simply because i know... that everything in those lines are inevitably...
the truth.
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