Out of Town

this house is huge
filled with empty space

i can feel the rhythm of my heart
i can almost hear the echo of my breath

mom and dad
are out of town

my mind can’t stop wondering
if this is how dead our house would be

when they’re gone
on a one way ticket

to
the other side

i can’t bear the thought
my throat is clogged with a lump of tears

what is life
without mom sitting in the living room?

what is life
without dad’s loud laughter in the afternoon?

Silent House

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by Tommy Tong

the house is so silent
so sad

parents are on the other side of the globe
my sister’s singing in her room

i’m all alone
it’s not even worth turning on the light

i wish i could say i have the sun of my soul
shining through the tunnel of this phase

but i can’t
because i don’t

just like this house
i’m so silent
i’m so sad

Nineteen

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Pinterest

sometimes it’s hard. being on the threshold of your life, between innocent childhood and naive adulthood, feels so terrifying that you doubt you’ll ever become the person you aspire to be. you’re filled with ideas and lofty dreams, yet the ground you’re lying on is way too far from the sky you’re yearning to reach.

i’m at this point exactly. i’ve already passed my 18th year and grew so much that the more i learned the more naive and scared i felt. i’ll become 19 in a few days, and i don’t know what to expect. every new year of my life could be the best or the worst, and i’ve had my share of both, and now i’m not even sure of which one i’m more afraid. the bad years hurt, but they teach, and the good ones.. well they come with the fear of their end, the anticipation of the inevitable turn.

whatever these coming months will bring, i pray they’ll be accompanied by a wind of grace. i pray that along these days my darkness will be lifted and new light will permeate my life. i pray, and i pray, and i pray, and hope that my voice is not an empty echo in the air.

1265 days later.

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by Luis Galviz

1265 days later.
Sometimes the pain of losing a loved one
Makes you feel closer to them

And sometimes it makes you feel
Lifetimes apart

Sometimes it flows through you and turns into art
Sometimes it freezes your blood

Dare to Own Your Talent

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by MILKOVÍ

The other day, I had a thought-provoking conversation with a classmate. We were talking about our academic weaknesses, and this sentence came out of my mouth: “What’s the point of being aware of your weaknesses if you weren’t working towards bettering yourself?”

I instantly realized that I was saying it to her as much as I was knocking the door of my own conscience. Academically speaking (since we were at uni), I’m good at writing and not so good at presenting out loud, and she’s the opposite. So while I’m advising her to open the door instead of shutting it by dooming herself as “bad at writing and it’s just the way it is,” I’m also nudging myself to open up my own personal potential and dare to get out there and present my ideas into people’s ears rather than writing it for their eyes to read.

Then we talked about our strengths. She complimented my writing and I followed my thanks by reminding her of her excellent skills at presenting, telling a story, and grasping the attention of the audience. I then found myself saying that as much as I criticize myself and hide allot of my writing never to see the light of day, I nevertheless must believe that I am good at writing.

I absolutely and undoubtedly ought to believe that I’m good at writing. I simply can’t afford not to. What would be the purpose of my life had I given in to such lousy self-limiting beliefs? I’m confident in my writing not because it’s the only thing I feel naturally and effortlessly good at, but because it’s the thing that gives meaning to all other aspects of my life. Writing helps me understand what I’m going through; it helps me feel truly grateful  for my pain and failure as I watch my turmoil turn into chains of words that gracefully narrate a story and invoke a movement of thought and emotion in the reader’s consciousness.

Each one of us has something unique to personally experience and offer the world. Sometimes it takes years to find, but it’s there nonetheless. Just the fact that you will find your passion one day means that it already resides within you in this precise moment and that it has always been there. You just have to scrape away the layers surrounding it, disguising it, making you believe that you’re simply useless and will never be good at anything. Get rid of that self-critical talk. Remember, you are not this body and this mind only, you are the soul that’s shining the light of life into this marvelous human form. And a soul is naturally and instinctively creative. So who is your mind to tell you that you’re no good?

To Miss

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by Andrew Wilson

true missing doesn’t need time to be felt.

you feel it the moment the oxygen you breathe
is different from your beloved’s;
when the air doesn’t carry their scent;
when the room doesn’t sing to their presence.

The Last Book

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by Arif Riyanto

a true reader
an avid admirer of words
would never claim a book to themselves
if it were the last one on the shelf
unless they knew they would appreciate it
just as much — if not more — as the other potential reader

it requires both boldness and gentleness
to buy the last copy of a book in a bookstore