"A chance by chance I gave away to you, but everything almost never felt so new. You gave up, saying you couldn't make it, then why would I wait? I thought you were scared of the unknowns, or maybe you weren't willing to be with me anymore, I never knew- for you had a thousand secrets, you almost never tried to share. I couldn't believe that my heart not torn apart this time, not even feeling grief after you decided to leave. I thought I would be drown into a hole of sadness, but here I stand on my own. I used to feel lonely, but without you here, I found myself still be happy, and I think it's funny. You kept checking on me, asking if I am doing okay and you said that you are worried, and you are sorry. I didn't know that it would be easy not as scary as I was imagined. Maybe, this is time to leave, to move on. Telling myself that I am okay without you."
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“maybe you weren't the one for me
but deep down I wanted you to be.” 🥀
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☼ ‘ everything I touch burns. ‘ ☼ @emberpoems
Everything that you put into the world leaves a mark, whether big or small. I’m learning to keep that in mind, as I navigate through my mistakes and successes alike. 🕯
A little freewrite I wrote after my last break up. Just a creative writing exercise to get my creativity flowing. Freewriting is an excellent creative activity and I really enjoy it, it's helped me a lot as a writer.
Look deeper. This flower bouquet is just like me - chaotic, real, honest, raw and vulnerable. Not made by the rules. Not living by them but yet beautiful in its own way. Some thoughts bring me joy and some make me sad just like these red and white flower heads. ************************************** * * * * *
Посмотри внимательно. Этот букет цветов похож на меня - хаотичный, настоящий, честный, грубый и ранимый. Сделанный не по правилам. Но все же по-своему красив. Некоторые мысли приносят мне радость, а некоторые - печаль, как эти красно-белые цветочные головки. ************************************* #irinayakobsonphotography#spring#ranunculus#ранюнкулюс#flowers#flowerstagram#flower#ﬂower#candle#bra#thoughts#thoughts 💭 #prose#writersofinstagram
Along a path less traveled
Surrounded by faded dreams
Dark skies call out
Opal waves crash upon lonely shores
Flashbacks tell of confusing times
Pictures turn into broken memories
Bags are already packed
Did not notice a fall from grace
When you get trapped between the reality and the fairytale it clicked,
And you never realized that perfection they search, boxes are not ticked .
You want it all, you never need it.
The lovely captures make you love it.
Sometimes it shows your past, sometimes it depicts your future,
You let you present be captured and your memories nurtured .
The pressure of the every emotion when you hold it's outcome in your hand , with a gleam,
Your memories, your moments packed in your Poloroid Dream.
What Gives Us Our Names reads like a "tag yourselves, I'm x" meme that dropped its absurdist milennial humour, and grew into a chapbook. Here, Alvin Pang spins a handful of human conditions into believable people with compelling backstories and dreams. My mistake was blazing through this short prose (poetry?) collection under an hour. I really should have taken my time with this to savour the complexities of Pang's characters, but I guess that's what re-reading is for.
I'm at the pinnacle
of my life
your finite affections
your flawed persona
your messy dispositions
this amorous life,
as incessant as a polaroid
you squeeze my leg
Ay love....... I will cherish you
till the gloss is gone.