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NaMoWriMo #6

hello.

it’s been 6 days since I last wrote. it is funny because it is not difficult for me at all to lapse into a state of stagnancy and not write. but I am determined to make this work, guys. I will reach #30 of my NaMoWriMo series as an attempt to revive the blog.

so why did I not blog for the past week? well, that’s just what happens when I go home. all semblance of a routine that I have in my…

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NaMoWriMo #5

ok so technically it should be #6. I know the math. but in order to do my one month of writing justice, it will just have to be #5 for now.

so what was I doing last night that I couldn’t write based on the one single promise I made to myself? I wish I could say but my dad reads the blog and I’m going home tomorrow. (sorry appa!) but let me not get ahead of myself.

this weekend is Cascade, a three…

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NaMoWriMo #4

it has been a long, tiresome day and I have a lot of work to do.

this is almost all of what I have to say today.

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NaMoWriMo #3

today was a good day.

this may come across as a surprise, especially since it comes right after my existential crisis but it is true. the effects of the crisis still linger but this time, unlike anytime before, I managed to turn it into something productive, and that did, in fact, make all the difference. it’s so funny to me that the difference between a good day and a bad day depends merely on…

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NaMoWriMo #2

it’s day 2 of NaMoWriMo, and I’m still writing. if I were you, I would probably commend me for even writing at all, considering the existential crisis I’ve been experiencing since 5:45 pm in the evening. yes, I am having an existential crisis.

the last time I wrote with a commitment to the blog and to my lovely readers was probably when I was nearly finishing high school. I was applying to…

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NaMoWriMo #1- Writing

there’s something incredibly humbling in returning to writing after a gap of over two years. two solid, foundational years of my adulthood that had been completely disassociated with an aspect of my life, with an identity that existed before that. don’t get me wrong- I haven’t have notwritten at all. I’ve written a lot of assignments, a lot of questions have been answered, I have written grocery…

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Announcement

It has been long since I’ve logged into WordPress to blog and a lot has changed since then. I have officially wrapped up my first year of university (I know, can you believe it? It feels like yesterday since I posted on the first night in my hostel room!). I have moved back home and embarked on a three month long summer that has me fidgeting to do anything productive. My hair has grown up to my…

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Broken Bottles

The rigged edges of the broken bottle glimmer in my hand like diamonds; the glass cuts through my life like diamonds; I know which shrapnel loves which vein, how the vein colors each piece and the shadows they cast when I hold them against the dying sun makes me want to unlearn the fine line between pleasure and pain, all over again.

The broken bottles cut through my skin as easily as a knife…

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Short Story: Tree of Wishes

Short Story: Tree of Wishes

She left and three years later, I received a letter. After three years of no contact, I received a letter from her- one that told me why she left, why she gave up, why she never returned. I never understood her. She was my true love, my happily ever after and she left.

John. You will receive this letter long after I’ve been gone- where, I can’t tell you because I know you will never, ever forgive…

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Suicide Note From The Dead

Suicide Note From The Dead

I tried, I tried, every single day I lived, I wished I wanted to live but I also wished to live a little less, for despite my life was very recent, it had unexpectedly darkened by a cloud of thunderstorm that refused to condense and rain. So I watched, I watched in fear, I watched as thunder shook my fragile little heart of a house, and darkened my house by noon; the wind wolfed outside and blew the…

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A Day In My Life

A Day In My Life

Many a times, I wonder what I am doing with my life.

A typical day in my life would start with me waking up at about quarter to eight in the morning, occupy an empty toilet in the bathroom, brush my teeth, wait for a bathroom to vacate, bathe, and leave for my nine o’clock class sparing seven minutes for the commute. Fit in a hurried breakfast at about ten thirty, an lunch at one thirty, my class…

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Soothe Sundays #20

Woah, it’s been almost five months since I posted a quote. I was so preoccupied with college that I reserved Sundays exclusively for sleeping and just chilling. The past 2-3 weeks, I’d been planning to post one but Sunday passed by in such a blur that I would remember that I had to post only on Monday, but not this time!

This quote, I came across while watching Modern Family which I feel fits…

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A Night In The City The sun has almost set in the sultry winter sky And to every poets consternation, Each nook of the city smells like cigarette smoke;

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50 Questions Tag

So a few weeks ago, Cynic (as she very kindly lets me call her) from The Finicky  Cynicdid a  little 50 Questions Tag which I found very interesting and which is what I am going to do today. While of these questions are quite random, and general, I thought it would be fun and different from the usual poetry that I’ve been posting for quite some time now. Hopefully, my new bloggers friends will…

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My Diary You appear inflated, the pages that I have browsed through repeatedly are dog-eared, stained, and smeared;

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An Instruction Manual for a Gravedigger.

An Instruction Manual for a Gravedigger.

Step 1: You turn off your emotions, that constriction in your chest just might make it difficult for you to dig, when the snow has covered every inch of the equally marked landscape; identifiable by names, relationships- by how people saw them.

Step 2: Don’t let the seed of gloom plant itself in your heart, you don’t need a growth that cannot be weeded out; the silence interrupted by the rhythmic…

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Update on The World Past Me.

Update on The World Past Me.

It has been just a little more than a month since I’ve last posted on my blog, and over six months, since I stopped posted continuously. This is an long, overdue explanation for that.

I had trouble writing. The enthusiasm with which I wrote had deserted me, moreover, it felt impersonal. I’ve always written because those were words that I didn’t say, and they needed to be said. They’ve always been…