She nervously trailed away mid-sentence in a lowly whisper and a dejected expression because she could never hold the attention of her friends, and no one cared enough to know how her story ended. She thought they would be enthralled and not look away if she spoke more enthusiastically, but that trick did not work. … Continue reading she was a wallflower
Category: Poetry
unrealistic
Being pragmatic is difficult at times, especially when you are exhausted from pulling down your dreams in the clouds back to the earthly reality. At times like this, I wish I could be irrational and shoot for the moon, illogical and throw a tantrum, unreasonable and beg for attention, impractical and fight without cause, or … Continue reading unrealistic
jealousy wails like a siren
Jealousy wails like a siren from the pit of my stomach, seeking attention and asking me - the rational part of me - to step aside. We have a painful exchange where you burn me with your words and catch my ashes with your bare hands.This body betrays me for someone like you, yet again. - … Continue reading jealousy wails like a siren
a friendship like this
What are your friends like?I saw this question and smiled to myself. I picked my pen and wanted to write in excruciating detail explaining why they are the best. I sat in contemplation to find the right words. There were never enough words that could describe them the way I wanted. So, I settled for a … Continue reading a friendship like this
writing
Writing gives me such a gooey feeling in my tummy and a tickly feeling down my spine. Every time I am in the process of writing, weaving it into something that would entice my readers, I grin in satisfaction. Writing always gives me a high that no other drug can give me.
Ugh, Mondays!
After an eventful weekend filled with jokes and laughter, Monday falls short with its gloominess and silent mornings. The aftermath of summer is a wailing weather that feels like an uninvited guest at a slumber party romanticised as fall. The ones who go to work grudgingly wake up and pick up their slack from fun … Continue reading Ugh, Mondays!
emotions
I discovered the beauty of emotions. I now swim and dive into them without a worry. I embrace it all with open arms. The first time I felt it, it ripped my heart and brain open till everything poured out through tears. While accepting emotions, I have redeemed myself from being someone who desperately tried … Continue reading emotions
wings of desire
She has a burning desire to remove all the chains and shackles that prevent her from flying. To spread her wings before the world tears it down. Oh, what a shame it would be for those wings to be tied down after she picked and put together the feathers in her wings.
where is home?
Home doesn't have a meaning anymore. There are too many places, and only people can come close to the feeling of home. Every time I arrive at an airport, I dread getting out, and there is a heaviness with every step I take towards the exit. I do not want to go back to reality. … Continue reading where is home?
tornado
Amidst the tornado, I opened multiple doors to try and get out. But I was still trapped inside it. Each one led me further deep into the eye of the storm. I got myself deep into the mess and got caught up in it.I can't get out of it no matter what I try. I … Continue reading tornado
World of Jeana 