Hello guys! 

I know I haven't been active on AFF lately, and as most of you know, I've been busy with university, schoolwork, and life in general. But that doesn't mean I don't put aside some time to continue writing and doing what I enjoy the most, right? I'm not active here, but I'm usually active on my tumblr (sometimes) and instagram too, so if you guys wanna follow me for random ty poetry adn prose, you're welcome to join the family! :D <3 

Here are some short poems I wrote recently, and I'll just throw it out there that I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE POETRY XD JUST SAYING 

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Is it weird 

For me to sit 

Here, 

Without a Phone in my hand, without a Camera in my reach,

With the company of my own Shadow, with the warmth of Coffee cradled in-between my palms.

Is it weird 

For me to sit

Here, 

eyes wandering around, never ending, never stopping,

They seek for truth, run across tabletops, caress the souls of human bodies, adjust to the melancholy of streaming sunlight through the windows.

Is it weird

For me to sit here, without anything at all,

but Myself? 

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Today (Inspired by BTS my babies I love them so much) 
 

Today is a day like any other day,

a day as ordinary as it could be. 

But today is a day that I apprehended yesterday, 

a yesterday filled with reckless tosses 

and turns in bed, with 

worries and fears battling inside my head, and 

devils of darkness eating up my insides.

Toxic pain, Bittersweet lies, Incessant worries, 

Choked cries. 

But today is also the tomorrow I dreaded yesterday, 

a tomorrow bathed in a foggy mist 

of uncertainty, with

unknown Monsters that I’ve yet to meet, 

Monsters that derive me from sleep. 

Low self-esteem, Distorted thoughts, Chained frustrations,

Overthinking. 

Always overthinking. 

But Today is not yesterday, and Today is not tomorrow. 

Yesterday is gone, Tomorrow will come. 

But Today is Today, and not any other day. 

And Today, I choose to fight. 

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Home 

“Have you been well?”

“Yes.” No. 

Maybe sometimes, when the sun is shining and the sky is azure blue. 

Sometimes, when it feels like summer.

“How are your studies?”

“Good.” It’s hard. 

Competitive. Tough. So much talent, and I, only a small fish swimming in an endless ocean.

Unimportant. Insignificant. 

“We wish you could be here.”

“It’s okay.” It’s not. 

It gets better, but the ache is permanent, a scab I can’t scratch off my skin. 

It’s an open wound that never heals, skimming the surface of my skin, always there to remind me of where I come from. 

Where I belong. 

“We miss you.”

“Me too.” I miss you. 

I miss you so ing much it hurts to even say the words. They are shards of glass stuck in my throat, cutting through my skin with each breath I take and I can’t breathe and I can’t breathe and I can’t—

Breathe. 

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