Poem About Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

My father always said that the wilderness lives in me, bringing storms and raging winds through my skin for the world to feel. So I become the wilderness itself. I gather all my strength, all the storms inside me, all the blizzards and wind. The feel of power rise in me, energy filling my body once again. I jump to my feet, ignoring the crushing pain in my left thigh and brace myself for what I am about to do. I will most likely get instantly killed by this fucker, but it's better than all of this shit. And well, I do a lot of stupid shit when I'm angry. So, going against all my instincts, I bare my teeth, push myself forward and jump on blue eyed monster to rip his throat out.

Thank the Gods that I don’t have to go through that hell anymore. I just didn’t care about anyone anymore and slowly they all forgot about me. That’s fine. I may be a broken mess but I’m still here. Still painting my heart out. But in my gut, I know I could and should do better. I always feel like there is more. Like I am only seeing the cover of my own book. I just don’t know how to open it.

She asked I suddenly remembered the small poem in the book I have shared with Lea "Think of me, our time might come to an end. In a blink, you might be blind to see me." "I am on the brink of the cliff, can you catch me? I am shrinking, will you see me?" "In a wink, there's only one eye. In a heart, there's only one side" I haven't given attention to it but, it did affect me. Little did I know, it was the end

Kimberly winced a little as the syringe pierced into the skin of her neck. The lady pulled it out when she was done and walked towards the door. She suddenly halted and turned back towards Kimberly. "You don't look like you wanna be here," she said. Kimberly let out a heavy sigh staring down the floor. "The circumstances that is associated with me being here is a lot more complicated than anyone can ever think of, it's messy," she muttered. "Well, whatever it is, just chin up okay? Cause you are about to have the most exciting moment of your life, students here consider themselves lucky, you have no idea the thousands of people out there wishing to be in your shoes," the lady said.

But the most important thing is the truth. I was walking in the woods with bare feet, feeling the autumn leaves break at the bottom of my feet, it's cold here, I feel the cold breeze blowing through my face and my hair, I don't know what I'm doing here, yeah I remember I was taking my breath away because my dad left me from the party he wanted me for. Angry so I went to the forest, I went to a big tree that still retains its leaves and its freshness, and around it a group of small trees, I used to go to it, me and a person very dear to me... I sat down and leaned my head back and closed my eyes for a few seconds. I was clearing my mind before I went back to the party until I heard many voice

A small laugh pushed up, my usual instinctive defense, and I let it out, soft, disbelieving. "Oh my Gods...." I whispered as I closed the card, then opened it again. Like that could change it. I scoffed shaking my head at the slowly defogging mirror, "That's actually... cute. Like, genuinely. Who writes poems anymore these days? Are you trying to convince me that you aren't a monster, Asher?" I snorted, but it didn't have any definition behind it. Because through the haze, through all the panic and the ridiculousness and the fact that I have just jumped into a bathtub from a half-naked man, something stirred in me. I could feel it.

Now she turn to me and begins with a melodic rhythm: ‘Born in fire, but I’m not hot, I can be written, yet I’m not a jot. I’m a secret revealed through ancient art, Unlocking the mysteries hidden in a heart. What am I?’

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday.

Dear K, You can't possibly understand how I feel about you Because I don't even see how these words could translate it I don't know what to name it or how to address it So I’m not even going to try to describe it There is a gap between my brain and my heart And no adjectives in the world could ever fit * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Dear K, To say that I think about you all the time, Would be the understatement of the century. I spent so much hours in the night, Replaying each and every memory. And I spent so much hours in the day, Thinking and wishing for a different identity. If only I could be anyone else but me, Then maybe we can have diff

The ache in my wounds deepened. I stood before the mirror and pulled off my dress. The reflection showed raw, red welts and bleeding cuts crisscrossing my body. I remembered how, even the smallest scratch on my finger was enough for Joseph to fuss over. He would clean it himself, wrap it carefully, forbid the maids to take over. And now, I picked up a damp wipe, awkwardly twisting my body to clean the gashes. The sting of the alcohol was sharp. I leaned against the chair back, biting my lip, afraid to breathe too hard through the pain.