"Because in this house, everyone’s a stranger. Everyone has something they’d rather keep hidden. Something they might even kill to keep quiet." I was actually looking for the book entitled "The

Whenever I'm not looking people would stare, In a way that it burns and I almost couldn't bear; In slo-mo, their glares turned into voices lingering in the air, Telling me, 'she's better dead'—'pitiful'—

Hello there, I am Margaux! Yes, I know, It sounds like Mango, Just as nice, but I wouldn't dare tell you— Anything that would please your bruised ego. 'Margaux, Mango' I claimed that name, Rambunctious,

The very first time I saw you, I knew that you were special; I tried to search for any clue, Why your existence seems so vital. You stand calm in front of many, While my heart somersaults in frenzy; You

The Supposed To Be Child I can't see her tears running down her face, But I can see her heart beating like it was on a race; Overwhelming sadness envelopes me, If only I can erase— Those memories of the

I want something of different breed. I prefer an unusual kind. I choose a certain class. People today are so into categorizing all things that comes their way, and I can say that it is normal and it is

Another John Grisham's Book It was a slow read for me. It was not the typical courtroom drama but nonetheless I can assure you that it is good read. ( I know you're convinced just by knowing who wrote

I defy most norms the world asked me to be, Not because I am hard headed as what they told thee; "Girls must hurry, must have a ring by twenty," As if this was a game, in order to win you have

I was in a crowded room when a girl accidentally brushed the side of my right breast and my initial reaction was to apply a little pressure so the pain will go away. Little did I know it was Life's way

Last night, I dreamed about her again. I don't know how to make it stop. I have familiar dreams that was always there—they repeatedly come and go. And she was one of my constant dweller. I want to tell

Hello my little darling! How are you doing? Why are you here on your own and loitering, Shouldn't you be out there playing? You looked at me and shook your head, I wonder why you feel so blue—so afraid;

There are two hundred people in this room All are wearing a mask and a costume; No one wants to be known—I assume, Inhale.. Exhale.. It's not yet your doom. Can someone remind me, Why can't I just leave

Compartiré Tu mensaje, Señor Jesus A todos los que oigan Que sepan Tu amor y sacrrificio, Aquellos qué estan en Tu redil no temen Nuestra salvación está cerca. Hablaré de Tu querida Iglesia La verdadera

There are just things that we connote as 'something' and it will be marked forever as such. For instance, the color pink—it was associated to someone who is soft-hearted, emotional or someone who is into

So there are this moments when we prefer someone to read our writings with utmost understanding of the emotion enclosed in every words. Mere writings can be a source of misunderstanding, so maybe—just

People would try to call you many names, But you won't care because as they said you can't be tame; Some will tell you things nice or even ugly, But for many you are exquisitely lovely. You grow wherever

As a child, I was taught to patiently wait, For there's no other way if you want to be great; So even how hard it will be for me, I must master the art of waiting like a tree. source But what they don't

'Who told you?' Is the first question that comes to my mind. It was quite fascinating when people that you haven't seen for a very long time will make an effort to meet with you just to ask, "Is it

This is one of my lucky finds! This book made me love James Patterson, to the point that whatever book I saw that has his name on it was like a cotton candy on my eye, and by cotton candy I can't just

I made a simple game in my mind, A game I play, for there's no friend I can find; I'll tell myself, What's Best and What's Worst, After this, Its either I feel ecstatic or cursed. I saw a lady stumbled