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Get Up, Get Out.

Life, An unending cycle, Of repeat. Repeatedly being beat down; Repeatedly being shot up; Repeatedly feeling happy; Repeatedly feeling sad. A loop of feelings, Incessantly deluging our lives. However, The probable worst form of repeat, Is routine, nothingness, Meaningless. "You... Continue Reading →

Love-Hate Relationship With Poems

Have you ever wondered how can those books with only a few lines on each page become the best-seller around the globe? Have you ever wondered how can blogs with only poems thrive better than those with a diversity of... Continue Reading →

You. So Different.

You, you are someone nice. You, you are someone funny. You, you are someone smart. You, you are someone obstinate. -SwItch- You, you are so fake. You, you are so needing for attention. You, you are a jerk-ish prodigy, so... Continue Reading →

Delaying the Scam

"Hello? Is this Mr. John?" the voice has a very strong Indonesian dialect, slightly mutated into a robotic voice right after, "I am calling from the HSBC bank." scammer, this is going to be entertaining. "Yes." I intercepted his introduction, "How... Continue Reading →

Red Lollipop

Flashlights on, I embarked into the derelict wooden house, haunted by the throes of a little child, a shrill of the night, deadening my valour, uplifting the terrifying atmosphere into a living roller coaster straight from hell. Everything was packed,... Continue Reading →

INfiltrator

Under duty, I was sleeping in the bunks of the enemies base, my mission was straight and clear, destroy the base at any cause, even by trading my life. I went in the base as a registered private, under the... Continue Reading →

Blue, Blue Sky.

The polished jet black grand piano stood signularly across the room, the strings were beating in a melodious tone, the keys were capering gracefully, dancing in the rhythm of the heart, and moulding the shape of you. I postured myself... Continue Reading →

Centurian’s Drop

The eclipse settled upon the radiant sun, it was the Centurian's Drop, a darkness that would envelope Earth for ten whole seconds, where no light, no sound would ever escape, except for the jangle of the ephemeral. I was standing... Continue Reading →

Providence’s Circle

Silence. tick. tock. tick. tock. The perennial calling from the clock was urging me to do something, gravity was stopping me, laziness was the main attribute of me lying down, doing nothing. I did not even make the effort to pick up... Continue Reading →

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