AmayaBard

From my point of view Ominous glow of fluorescent lamps             Sufficient and effective             Eerie and tormenting Would you look outside? Your walls majestically ornate Your windows spotless and untainted The perfect illusion Of a regal palace Though in reality When you open your eyes                 …or if See to it Your castle is a prison That tricks you into believing in freedom While keeping you in chains

I'm glad that I was in love with you Though you may not return it in the same way Though you may not return it at all I am glad, nonetheless Being in love with you taught me of the different kinds of love That there's love for family,                                ...friends,                                        ...God You reminded me of what's good and what's not You are a blessing And you taught me that once you love someone...                                                        ...it will never go away No matter what happens No matter the odds there will always be room in my heart I may be speaking out of turn but

PROLOGUE I should have went there immediately after she called. I was ready to tell her how I feel for her and I still had the nerve to keep her waiting. After months of making her wait and I could not spare a few moments earlier to go and see her? How pathetic am I? I arrived at the scene, where she was supposed to be waiting. I am sure, she must have been waiting for me here. Probably on one of the seats here. They were all so filthy but she would not mind it, definitely, I am sure. Now it had gotten even more revolting. Being a naïve idiot, I went over to ask one of the uniforms about her, if they had seen her. I tried calling, tr

Do you have a playlist of songs that you would listen to when it s raining? The rain tells a lot about a person and how they would see life. So a collection of songs that was decided to be played during a shower would help you understand more about yourself, revealing secrets that you have kept inside and probably not aware of. Me? I listen to jazz when it's raining. You can say that I am a rather melancholic person. I like to think about my own problems and I do not agree in unleashing it upon the world. Volume? Medium. Not too high to drown out the music of rolling thunder and too low for me to hear. That's just who I am. The Lily G

In a dark hall of unknown volume, with only a small beam of light illuminating a circular field upon a majestic stage, a woman's shadow emerged gracefully from the darkness. As she moved closer towards the yellowish glimmer of light, her enchanting features were slowly revealed. From the top of her head, a glint of light was reflected upon the silver diadem studded with dark green gems that is magnificently arranged to complement the delicate features of the fair princess. Her hair was of a luscious dark brown, with a halo across her crown where the light hit. Her eyes were dark but with brilliant stars that exposes her tenacity and spirit. H

Rain cools the warm evening air at Petaling Street. People were bustling in and out of the shops; buying things, looking at things, eating things. It seems to get busier as the day was ending. More people came in to walk the streets of the infamous Petaling Street. To tourists, it is the hotspot to shop and the locals know better that the place can be harsh for the weak-hearted. But to them, it did not matter. They would go there still if they want to. As long as they would have a good time and probably a good story to “tweet” about when they get back home later, getting into trouble did not frighten them in any way. In one of t

The old path was clear tonight Behold! Up ahead, the glowing rows of light Like candles illuminating a dark room As we drew nearer, the isle loomed Reflections rippled with images clear Lights glowed brighter as the aimless fireflies gather No other would compare to this sight The Pearl is alive tonight

Roads shall part Paths would lean on Friends would cease to meet Faith overwhelms love Until love becomes a passion For the trust it beheld Fortifies that love Into a majestic kingdom Of which people would come And have a look But never to pry or destroy For as long as the doors are open That is all that's needed All that's needed to know Only true souls would gather Forming bonds eternally stronger As there's still trust, no one would falter For the journey is long, we need to go further

A moment relatively rare, rarer noticed A spectacle only for the ones sleepless And for the ones truly patient and curious For it's predictability of a blooming Cereus It's the journey of a creature so fierce However discreet, barely anyone hears The sky turns into a blazing crimson Clouds stained with hues like paint on cotton The chariot sunk, light was near depletion Shifting every vista into this nocturne And if you intently listen for a movement There is music of instruments to never be learnt Soon darkness would come a s near To the point when you can't quite hear The loud yet gentle strides of a stranger Lucky you'd be to see her wan