Category: prose, poetry
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I wonder if you ever wake up one morning and decide to wear your flaws that has been sitting neatly folded underneath your courage. I wonder if you ever stare at your body, and fall in love it, like as if it is the finest form of art you have ever seen. But i know…
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if she loves you today
And if she loves you today, I hope you understand that I tried doing the same yesterday but it was never enough. The more I dropped myself, the more you drifted away like those untouchable and impermanent ripples. I hope you understand that I gave up everything just to watch those remorseless ripples disappear and…
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Horror in my Heart
there is always a preceding horror about writing down stories; the art that haunts the depths, direfully claws the insides of my chest; it’s like a hundred fists clasping within, all unable to describe this colossal conundrum of a human mind. love, you see, i don’t exactly remember when it was that a little girl…
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Nemesism
This is just another day, which goes by with a hesitation to accept that I’m just a normal human being, living my youth and falling in love with the things that surrounds me. Of course, this is just another ordinary daywhere I find myself begging my lungs to breathe and crumbling sheets of unfinished stories…
Prena Poetry 