Month: January 2016

The Mask.

To Rafat, never stop being crazy. Her mask of happiness Is starting to melt The stars in her eyes Are losing their twinkle And her crown of flowers Is withering and dying. Her sorrow, is beginning To drip, through The cracks in her lips And, … Continue reading The Mask.

Intellect.

With your intellect

Set my mind on fire

And, watch

As my words

And thoughts

Crumble to ashes

Until, only

Feelings remain.


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

This is something that I just wrote. Does this even make sense? 

‘Tis my birthday!

I have officially turned 19, y’all. 19 years of doing nothing. Woo hoo!

I can’t believe I turned 19. Oh, no. This isn’t one if those omg-I-just-can’t-believe-I’m-19-so-fast things. I actually can’t believe that I am 19- and, neither will you, if you ever have the fortune of seeing me- because, I look 15. But on the upside, I’ll look young even when I’m 40. xD

I’m not even kidding, y’all. People often mistake me for a 15 year old girl. Not that it bothers me. I just blush- yes, seriously- and say, no I’m not 15, I’m, in fact, in my second year of college. Though, I must say, I enjoy seeing the look on people’s faces when I reveal my true age. They try so hard to hide their oh-so-shocked faces, but fail miserably. Hahaha.

Also, this is my first scheduled post. Yes, I finally figured out what scheduled posts are. xD I plan on shoveling food inside my mouth and watching bad TV all day long. And, maybe go out with family. I got over celebrating birthdays a while ago. But, if you wanna send me any gifts, I won’t say no. 😀

Oh, well. Happy birthday to me, I guess. Here, have some cake.


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

Would you?

If I showed you

The cracks in my heart

Would you pour your love

Into them

And, seal them

With kisses, ever so soft?

*

If I showed you

My scars

Would you run your

Fingers through them

Your touch, feather light?

*

If I showed you

My darkest side

Would you hang a moon

In there

And bring some light?

*

If I showed you

The dustiest corners

Of my soul

Would you collect all the dust

And blow them away?

*

If I showed you

The monsters

That lurk in the corners

Of my mind

Would you dance with them?

*

If I showed you

Who I really am

Would you love me

For all that I am?


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

Lone Wolf.

Underneath the starry sky A lone wolf Howls at the full moon Its cries, hauntingly familiar And, oh-so-heartbreaking. – From behind a tree Another wolf watches The lone wolf howling With melancholic eyes For, it knows the pain Of yearning for a love It can … Continue reading Lone Wolf.