Our Story

Though the shadows of your past lurk behind
Look straight ahead, your future shines bright.
Betrayal pushed your fall deeper and harder
But trust me when I say, never worry, WARRIOR.

They marked your end as they killed your faith
But your fight only began after the first victory
I will hold your hand so leap high once again
With ONE SHOT, prove them all wrong tonight.

How much did it hurt when they all ran away?
Better forget the hasty promises and dirty lies.
In this moment, as you step back onto the stage,
Let’s show a new NOIR with those who stayed.

Don’t ever be afraid of the looming darkness
Hold on to the dreams that you shared with me
Remember that we were once unstoppable.
Awaken the POWER that never faded inside.

Don’t wait for their deceitful round of applause
Keep sending a message in the guise of a ROSE
Before they realize the beauty of your color
Prick their hearts with the thorns you cover

The world is a MATRIX of your burning passion
Turn it upside down while they are fast asleep
I will be the bridge to places you can’t reach
Show them your battle scars, keep the fire lit.

There’s no rush, you don’t have to keep running
We will march together so let’s face your fight.
On the road to survival, we all might suffer
But our FIRST SENSIBILITY will keep us alive.

Keep dreaming, your fate is mine to defend
I’ll listen to your call, keep singing your songs.
Even if the world refuses to see your worth
I’ll chant along with NO MERCY for doubters.

Fame is not a CARNIVAL, we know the truth.
They fell out of love as you fell off the top
But a masterpiece is never about the race
It’s about the story, they can never replace.

If in the end you forget the dreams we kept,
Remember the history of the songs we shared.
Though the BADMAN stole your spotlight’s glow
Keep the spark of the million vows we made.

(I was bored and I thought it would be interesting to make a poem using 10 of the album titles of my ultimate favorite idol group. What do you think? Agh, I think it’s too cheesy and simplistic! Honestly.)

Writer’s Ink Challenge

It’s been a while since my last challenge post! I missed how they could be so much fun! There’s another one that I have to work on but I’ll get to it later today. (I’m so sorry for having such a slow blogging month!)

Before I get to the challenge though, I’d like to thank Regina for tagging me! It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside when people tag little old me in their posts even though I don’t always get to respond immediately. So, thank you so much! <3 And please visit her blog here. She’s one of the nicest people I’ve met over blogging!

The Important Rules:

Thank your nominator
Answer at least 8 questions about writing
Nominate at least 5 people

The Questions + Answers:

When did you first start writing? If it’s fiction writing, I started when I was in fourth grade. I would use the back pages of my Science notebook to write short stories (because of that, my Mom got mad at me because I was wasting the pages of my notebook). I think I still have that notebook somewhere.

Have you always been interested in writing? I have been for as long as I can remember. I believe it’s one of my strongest suits especially when in it’s in my native language, and my teachers would often push me to join writing contests though I never did. It was just a hobby for me. When I started reading in high school, that’s when I started to dream of becoming a published writer.

Why do you like writing? I express myself better through writing. I’m not really the talkative kind of person (don’t let my know-it-all blogging persona fool you) and I often fumble over my words. I like writing because it gives me a way to express myself much better.

What genre do you write in? Contemporary, Romance, little bit of Sci-fi and Fantasy, always YA. And some poetry, too! If it’s blog writing, I don’t know if “random” can be considered a genre? Because I always write random stuff. Does blogging even have genres or just categories?

Who or what motivates you to write? My ideas motivate me to write. I’m a very imaginative person. Half of the day, I’m in daydreaming land. When an idea pops, and there’s always an idea that pops, I immediately write it in my notes and work on it some time later. The problem is continuing with it. But my favorite writers are what inspires me to keep writing.

Do you write poetry? I do. I try for fun, but it’s my weakest writing skill next to journalism or news-writing. But I do enjoy it even though I really suck. My worst enemy is rhyming poem.

Have you ever written a story with a friend? Yes, it was for a school assignment. I enjoyed it so much! The story is about a girl in some kind of a mental hospital, and there was always a man that visited her there, but only she could see him. The doctors thought that she was hallucinating a lover. But the man was actually the ghost of her father. I don’t know where we got that idea.

How do you write your stories (first person, third person)? First person, most of the time. But it’s frustrating for me because when I do first person, I always end up having multiple point of views. It’s hard for me to pick whose first person POV should I let the story focus on. I tried doing third person and my writing always fell flat. I hate third person, haha!

Okay. I had so much fun doing this! I don’t know who to nominate yet and who would be interested to take up the challenge. Would it be okay if I just tag anyone who read this? We’re all writers one way or another, aren’t we? *wink-wink*

[BOYSFALL] English Class

Even if I promise her that I’ll be the man she needs, I know I will never be good enough. I’m just a clueless boy, she is a woman. I’m just a high school kid and she is my teacher.

(Oh, the cringe! But I wrote this so I must share this. Some people just love tragic stories and forbidden romance. Even cheesy ones like this. More posts like this here, here, here, and here.)

Tubby Legs

“How’s the weather down there?”
It’s fine, thank you;
And the tall walks away.
I’m living in a world where small things
don’t matter.
Insects fly and they might bite,
But all the giants crush them down.

I’m running and running,
Running out of breath, I’m running.
A piece, alone in the streets,
Please, take my hand now.

Someone help me.
Tubby legs can’t get through.
The world, too big for me.
My tubby legs don’t fit in.

Someone save me.
Tubby legs run too late
The world, too fast for me.
My tubby legs—
No, I don’t want tubby legs!

“How’s the scene down there?”
It’s nice, thank you;
But the tall doesn’t care.
I’m living in a world where small things
don’t matter.
Insects fly and they will bite.
Hoping giants won’t crush them down.

(I wrote this poem a long, long time ago. I think I was complaining about my very short height. I’ll have you know that I’m only 4’10” and when the measurement is inaccurate, I become even smaller, 4’8″. I know, I know, I’m a midget. Don’t get too shocked. But at least I’m always cute! Right? Say yes or I’ll fight you!)