tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688346319602094992012-02-16T00:13:29.807-08:00A long-held desireHelennoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368834631960209499.post-7735882647153573342010-03-07T18:47:00.000-08:002010-03-07T18:48:30.663-08:00

I was shifting in my bed when strands of thoughts attacked my conscious need to sleep trying to awake all my senses that would have rather shut down after the three longest hours of my life. I have experienced similar situations where the hours seemed to be days but still this time it was different in all means. Other times, I was always awed and attached to the thing that even movement seemed

Helennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368834631960209499.post-18139168313677478372010-03-07T18:46:00.000-08:002010-03-07T18:47:13.454-08:00

I remember an old rustic book that my dad once had which seemed to me on the verge of falling apart. It had the weirdest title I have ever come across. I had to open it and see what it talked about just because I was a little bit curious. I read like for less than five minutes in the book and then closed it since it made no sense to me the gibberish stuff that the author talked about and it

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She was accompanying her mother out of the mall when she heard the echo of ardent advances behind her. Her heart began the race of drumming so fast and strong that she could not even hear the sound of her intimidated legs shaking with the thought of escape. The fear she has once felt for real has become an obsession that is following her everywhere. She could have sworn that it was happening

Helennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368834631960209499.post-48003221850089972010-03-07T18:43:00.000-08:002010-03-07T18:44:19.444-08:00

Slowly, the sounds drew her in. She could not even resist the temptation. She had to see and taste a bit of it. The hysterical giggles filled the place and ate her up. How can such happiness oppose her sadness and tempt her. She took a few steps towards the window and listened more and only then, she knew how sad her heart felt. How long has it been since her ears heard the sound of

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It is so painful what I am feeling right now. I am living the feeling of being so abandoned and unloved. The scent of death is roaming all around me. Desperate is the need for my soul to exhale but still something so strong is pulling it back. I wonder why I should exist in this life if all what I am made of and all my essence is merely consisting of tears bubbling within the body of a corpse

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Posted by Helen at 12:59 AM | Labels: SuspenseIt would never have dawned on her that she would see a humiliating moment like this. She could not believe what was going on and never dreamed that it could happen to her. She had always been bound by ethics and morals since she had cultivated the reputation of a decent believer. She loved the life she had with its ups and downs and had always yearned

Helennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368834631960209499.post-38976595558326374472009-10-13T11:37:00.000-07:002009-10-13T11:51:11.703-07:00

The ticking sound of the heavenly drops pouring down from the grayish mist of winter could awaken so many sensations in a human soul. Unfortunately, for me it sounded like a dreadful monotonous music that was trying to steal away my spirit and energy. Waves of movement all around were occupying nature with their fierce thunderous strength. It was as if the howling wind was trying to conquer

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He is one little silent body with two piercing holes that make the mind endlessly shiver with sadness to the loss of such innocence for the sake of nothing. He laid there on their burdened hands with no breath. Little angel that once laughed with the joy of living has nothing to laugh about anymore but instead has caused weary eyes to weep his sudden death. He laid there; his eyes wide open

Helennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368834631960209499.post-59600836321360003562009-09-03T20:25:00.001-07:002009-09-03T20:25:47.272-07:00

Have you ever felt real anger bubbling within you that you cannot even breathe? I can tell you about that right now. I can tell you how hatred feels. I can tell you what and how to despise a person you once have respected but turned out to be just vapor that does not exist in this life. What happened to all those words you said? What happened to all those dreams you seized to build? What

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They are snakes disguised as angels. They clothe themselves in white while their hearts are black. They roam earth calling for peace while their evil hearts are plotting to destroy everything they trudge on and every living thing that comes in their way. We love, admire and respect everything they pronounce to be theirs believing in the wisdom they claim to have. Unfortunately, one day we

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I lifted my arms in an attempt to hold it and feel it but in vain. It disappeared in an amazing haze that astounded me. For a while, it felt like reality and I belonged to it. I wondered around in its atmosphere trying to take in all its beauty. Desperate for that feeling, I roamed the essence of my past trying to visualize every part of it. I tried to feel it and to immortalize it but again

Helennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368834631960209499.post-44364429786552661982009-07-24T18:54:00.000-07:002009-07-24T18:56:38.611-07:00

The way they fell down with their orange reddish color was so breathtaking that she could not stop staring at the sight. She has always loved and admired nature but this time it was so different. These leaves had something catchy in the way they went down swiftly until they touched the surface of the river that laid there underneath that huge tree. It was as if she was falling in love with

Helennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368834631960209499.post-91307474400445084952009-07-19T11:33:00.000-07:002009-07-19T11:34:49.824-07:00

I can handle being alone but the feeling of loneliness is what I fear. It is ripping my heart and agonizing my soul. I feel like I am a piece of a jigsaw puzzle awaiting a hand that will unravel the mystery beyond its confinements. I wish I could be certain that at least I am the last missing piece, which will complete the whole. Definitely, it would make me feel the importance of my

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