Maturity by Space-Reverie, literature
Literature
Maturity
Look me in the eye and describe to me What people meant of correlations— Of age and experience and of wisdom Where they are expected to trisect And when they should become parallels. For when the feeble mind decides to simplify That which is not meant to be, It ignores the complexity of the human soul Of its capabilities and shortcomings —Of its freedom and its flexibility. You cannot confine individuals ito labeled boxes When your convenience sees it fit. The duality of man applies to the adjectives. Sometimes you are an image of dignified grace, While other times you are the naivety of a child. When a person questions your maturity, Tell them you are both, mature and immature. Tell them to see you in the highlights of your life When you could be one or the other.
Forever In Narnia by Space-Reverie, literature
Literature
Forever In Narnia
I'd deny it as long as I can
Or as long as it's over.
I found a piece of myself I couldn't
—Accept.
Silence without a single remark;
A bat of an eye with an alibi.
I'll bury the truth beneath
Folds of pretty florals, heels, and dark red lipsticks.
And between mornings when only
The stars and night remain
To watch and to listen.
How we made a mess of who we truly are
Between lies and half-meant jokes.
How the silent confessions came as
Harmless teasing and touching, until
they scream in my head as a vocabulary of verbs:
"Longing, Yearning, Craving..."
But darling I'll stay
Forever in Narnia.
Where you'll never find me saying the wor
Finding Emotion Through Words by Space-Reverie, literature
Literature
Finding Emotion Through Words
I've been experiencing feelings and different things all at the same time until it reached to a point that I became...nothing. A hollow, empty shell of blank stares and fruitless efforts of trying to feel. I've let myself drown into these cravings over the past few weeks—some carnal, mostly emotional. Now I'm waking up just to get back to bed, moving my limbs just to eat, forcing myself just to attend classes. How those emotions came pouring right inside me were the same as how it left me. Now I'm mostly bones and meat and blood with consciousness, and nothing beyond that. I've tried reviving that purpose of self within me—like ep
A Letter to My High School Bully by Space-Reverie, literature
Literature
A Letter to My High School Bully
During the previous semester I accompanied my younger sister to enroll in the separate campus of our university. I wanted to at least show her around to help her find important school landmarks such as the library, comfort rooms, and school offices; but since I’m from a different campus, I don’t know any better than her—
Except for one thing. She took up the same course as you, so I knew you were here.
We got lost along corridors and stairs and to whatever annex they lead to. We never bothered to ask the lifeless college students passing by because in our minds, we were not lost. We were in an adventure—a
Alice by Space-Reverie, literature
Literature
Alice
I cowered in fear.
Little did I notice the path deviating from its original course. The sound of the owl's cheer for hunt reverberated through every leaf and wood. The forest was dark and haunted. My footsteps were hiding no secrets of my presence. I walked on rustled dried leaves while not giving a care to wherever I was heading.
Once—just once—should I ever see the light of sun again, I would never follow that little rabbit again.
A Poem for My Cousin by Space-Reverie, literature
Literature
A Poem for My Cousin
You had no idea how it felt.
I can’t blame you,
We were young then—
Oblivious to the world, yes.
You thought it was easy,
Like patching cloth to holes;
Gluing shattered pieces of porcelain.
You watched from afar with uncertainty but
The pain was never known to you.
History is cruel, don’t you think?
It repeats itself in the most unexpected ways.
You heard your own mother shout
And your father slamming doors.
Days later your family pictures were
Torn to the ground.
As the eldest of five you were not able
To do anything.
You were in your college years and
Had a voice in family matters,
Yet you were not able
Sweet Nothings by Space-Reverie, literature
Literature
Sweet Nothings
Upon the flowery fields of gold
I lay and sighed and looked up the sky
I watched my dreams go passing by
But never did I close my eyes to think
the unrealities they may contain
And I still dream...
Shaken Beliefs by Space-Reverie, literature
Literature
Shaken Beliefs
She never believed in superstitions. Not once in her life did she let herself be fooled by the hearsay of others—no, she wouldn't have any of it. Her world has been limited only to the things that has been proven as a fact. She demanded for evidence. Stories of bizarre in nature has always been finding their ways towards her, but only deaf ears would listen to them.
On a chilly October night she sat with her mother, eyes peering out the window.
"Look, my child. The skies are turning red." Her mother did not turn to look at her, but instead focused her attention on the rare sight. "Your great grandfather once told me that when skies tu
Knock On Our Door by Space-Reverie, literature
Literature
Knock On Our Door
The knock on our door came unexpectedly.
There was no notice, no sound, no call.
Guess he really must have loved surprises.
It was early in the morning,
When the sun was still too lazy to come up.
I was still sleeping myself, going 'round the map of Dreamland,
When my mother woke me with a shrill of delight.
She told me to dress up nicely,
To comb my hair and brush my teeth
Because the most awaited visitor has come to stay.
I knew who he was, but never would have thought
That he would come in a very unexpected time.
We rode down the empty streets of our town,
Past closed stores and orange streetlights,
Stars twinkling before their screen-time
Maturity by Space-Reverie, literature
Literature
Maturity
Look me in the eye and describe to me What people meant of correlations— Of age and experience and of wisdom Where they are expected to trisect And when they should become parallels. For when the feeble mind decides to simplify That which is not meant to be, It ignores the complexity of the human soul Of its capabilities and shortcomings —Of its freedom and its flexibility. You cannot confine individuals ito labeled boxes When your convenience sees it fit. The duality of man applies to the adjectives. Sometimes you are an image of dignified grace, While other times you are the naivety of a child. When a person questions your maturity, Tell them you are both, mature and immature. Tell them to see you in the highlights of your life When you could be one or the other.
Forever In Narnia by Space-Reverie, literature
Literature
Forever In Narnia
I'd deny it as long as I can
Or as long as it's over.
I found a piece of myself I couldn't
—Accept.
Silence without a single remark;
A bat of an eye with an alibi.
I'll bury the truth beneath
Folds of pretty florals, heels, and dark red lipsticks.
And between mornings when only
The stars and night remain
To watch and to listen.
How we made a mess of who we truly are
Between lies and half-meant jokes.
How the silent confessions came as
Harmless teasing and touching, until
they scream in my head as a vocabulary of verbs:
"Longing, Yearning, Craving..."
But darling I'll stay
Forever in Narnia.
Where you'll never find me saying the wor
Finding Emotion Through Words by Space-Reverie, literature
Literature
Finding Emotion Through Words
I've been experiencing feelings and different things all at the same time until it reached to a point that I became...nothing. A hollow, empty shell of blank stares and fruitless efforts of trying to feel. I've let myself drown into these cravings over the past few weeks—some carnal, mostly emotional. Now I'm waking up just to get back to bed, moving my limbs just to eat, forcing myself just to attend classes. How those emotions came pouring right inside me were the same as how it left me. Now I'm mostly bones and meat and blood with consciousness, and nothing beyond that. I've tried reviving that purpose of self within me—like ep
A Letter to My High School Bully by Space-Reverie, literature
Literature
A Letter to My High School Bully
During the previous semester I accompanied my younger sister to enroll in the separate campus of our university. I wanted to at least show her around to help her find important school landmarks such as the library, comfort rooms, and school offices; but since I’m from a different campus, I don’t know any better than her—
Except for one thing. She took up the same course as you, so I knew you were here.
We got lost along corridors and stairs and to whatever annex they lead to. We never bothered to ask the lifeless college students passing by because in our minds, we were not lost. We were in an adventure—a
Alice by Space-Reverie, literature
Literature
Alice
I cowered in fear.
Little did I notice the path deviating from its original course. The sound of the owl's cheer for hunt reverberated through every leaf and wood. The forest was dark and haunted. My footsteps were hiding no secrets of my presence. I walked on rustled dried leaves while not giving a care to wherever I was heading.
Once—just once—should I ever see the light of sun again, I would never follow that little rabbit again.
A Poem for My Cousin by Space-Reverie, literature
Literature
A Poem for My Cousin
You had no idea how it felt.
I can’t blame you,
We were young then—
Oblivious to the world, yes.
You thought it was easy,
Like patching cloth to holes;
Gluing shattered pieces of porcelain.
You watched from afar with uncertainty but
The pain was never known to you.
History is cruel, don’t you think?
It repeats itself in the most unexpected ways.
You heard your own mother shout
And your father slamming doors.
Days later your family pictures were
Torn to the ground.
As the eldest of five you were not able
To do anything.
You were in your college years and
Had a voice in family matters,
Yet you were not able
Shaken Beliefs by Space-Reverie, literature
Literature
Shaken Beliefs
She never believed in superstitions. Not once in her life did she let herself be fooled by the hearsay of others—no, she wouldn't have any of it. Her world has been limited only to the things that has been proven as a fact. She demanded for evidence. Stories of bizarre in nature has always been finding their ways towards her, but only deaf ears would listen to them.
On a chilly October night she sat with her mother, eyes peering out the window.
"Look, my child. The skies are turning red." Her mother did not turn to look at her, but instead focused her attention on the rare sight. "Your great grandfather once told me that when skies tu
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