Was tidying my room. Chanced upon one of the earlier journals I kept. I keep one every year. Some survived through my mum’s gigantic purge of “unnecessary household items” but not all are so lucky.
Seems my teenage adolescent pain was pretty unbearable and I think I can pretty much still remember how it felt.
Nonetheless the sorrow did not go wasted I guess I managed to channel it through the literature aspect. lolol
Here’s one of my favorites:
I am an angel, i wield a halo, a facade
My words they are magic, an immaculate art
I am a goddess, I define beauty
My movements are sex – erotic and pretty.
I am a temptress, a lubricious desire,
My touch unleashes, your lewd denial
I am the world, passion is my pawn
My eyes are like a weapon, a deceptive con.
I am an abstract, I delude conscience,
My heart abuses truth, and words so vicious.
I am an extreme, between love and hatred,
Females antagonists, whilst males are patriots.
I am a treachery, a betrayal of love,
philandering in blood, a motto I serve
I am, mere mortal, yet not
Delude the truth, if truth be sought.
Don’t we all miss that all so familiar childhood bullying. Not sure what led me to write this though. HAHA.
Anyway I managed to revamp my room! Will come up with a post once the curtain is done. Have a good week ahead.