Tag: nihilism
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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…
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empty bottles, my apostle.
there is an empty glass bottleon my table andi often stare at it.then, sometimes i wishi could fit inside it.i wish I could shrink on somedaysand become so, so tiny pieceof this rational universe,which possess an inherent order,its own identifyand consciousness. the vastness of my thoughtsoften lingers around the most intangible corners of this heart;i…
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something nihilism or whatever
love, we have nothing to talk about here,the future is fucked.and what our grand ancestors once thought we would be now lies in the gutter;rotting with our own indecisiveness. it toils with carols in the hands of those homeless, heartless colonies. hiding in the cracks of the wallsleft by some abusive father.it lingers, in some…
Prena Poetry 