The Turning Point; which drew the significant line.

A Good Sarcastic Poetry Comes With Originality.

That Awkward Dream

Rihanna Finally Speaks Out.
I’ve once been in a relationship where I was hit,and boy I was sixteen.Its obvious that women are indeed the weaker sex physically unless you’re some wrestling queen who can beat up your lover wtf which I am obviously not. Abusive men deserves no second chances, because a leopard never loses its spots. There’s no excuse, no reason for any individual to hit another individual; what more two individuals in a relationship. Thankfully I’m very much in safe hands now,he hits but only when I am harmed.

He Said,She Said.
I’ve always been good with words,but the talk we had last night about what we really felt throughout the entire break up; about how doing everything compulsively to get his mind off me but yet always tuning back. Well for the first time,as we laid in each others arms,it brought tears to my eyes; tears of joy that is,knowing that I’ll never be able to find somebody who loves me to that extent. Love can be idiotic,it doesn’t have to make complete sense; and no the overused statement that love is blind does not apply in every context. When he told me that I couldn’t the fact that I’ve lost you to reality,burying it deep down under enveloping it with ever

So,Blogger United?
Its been a good half a year since I’ve mentioned a thing about Blogger United because at one point it seemed like some ridiculous rat race wtf and there’s a whole wide world larger than this community itself. Couldn’t stand the idea of having people assuming that they’re way on top just because of how they

Do You Believe in Ghosts/Spirits?
Good day folks.Hallelujah that the blog is finally back up and running,its been happening way too many times but oh well I am glad its all good now. The weekend was quite a quiet and casual one because I’ve been spending most of the time working on studio & out. Parents were not around during the weekend,and the Keeper was the appointed house guard wtf since my area is now known to be a prone to break-in area. Saturday night was sadly spent watching the Man Utd match vs Blackburn on the living room couch with me falling asleep before half time.

My Calling.
As much as I would love to tell you the reason why I’m feeling all of this at the moment,take a seat back and listen. So listen to me,and for once I’m gonna share with you one side of me,one voice inside that has never found courage to speak up for itself. I grew up living a life where it was all so pretty and dandy, my dad raised me up with the highest hopes possible that IR