Writing has been my friend for a long time now and what I love most about it is how there are different styles of doing it, making every writer different from each other.

I’m currently thinking about my love for poetry. If you have been following this blog for quite some time, you might already know how I am a sucker for poetry, and that is why poetry blogs are instant follow for me. I love puzzle solving, I love dissecting writings, especially poetry when there are thousands of meanings behind it. And that is why I also enjoy constructing poetry. I am not really good at explaining my thoughts and emotions but I am good at hiding it lol. And that is what you can do with poetry, with just a few words you can take it how you want it. When you’re a reader of poetry, you can interpret it in your own words and thoughts. There’s no right or wrong explanation to it, unless the writer itself reveals it which most poets usually don’t reveal the true meaning of their poetry. From that, I got more comfortable in writing and opening up without going in full details. I can use any figure of speech and hide my emotions well in it. That is why poetry to me is expressing unexpressed emotions and saying unsaid thoughts. It’s quite fulfilling to create something and share it but still having your own meaning to it, it’s being open but also keeping something to yourself.

I’m leaving this post with a little poetry that I finished along side this blog post. Let me know your thoughts about it and I hope you’ll like it 🙂


You have seen the thousand sides of me
like room full of mirrors, confusing to see.
Wider spectrum of personas and moods,
rushing to be seen and to be understood.
I may ripped the walls that was vandalised
but it will never cover up all the told lies
that was lived in life like it was the truth,
damaged and messed up my entire youth.
You have seen it all from different sides
what is inside my mind, I will confide.
One trusted friend of my intricate living,
there you’ll be, the legacy of my being.

For all of you reading this, what is poetry to you? Share it in the comments. 😊



Everybody’s out there doing something.
I’m in here staring at the screen laughing,
trying to forget the world’s problem
but I ended up sinking at the bottom.

I am here lying in bed wishing for a portal
to go back to when everything was normal.
Looking for an escape— take me away.
I would never look back and there I’ll stay.


I got all this time to waste,
I got days passing by with a haste,
I got my life trying to find ways
to deal with such a hard phase.

Not knowing where it may lead,
I’m waiting for something I might need
to have my jailed mind be freed.
At least for now, I have my pen to bleed.


Voice of the past
keeps calling me,
a man in a mask
wanted me to see
a terrible history.

Wars raged inside
the house they lived
many have died
it became a battle field.
The man able to flee.

Running away
was what I did.
The man did say
the house is haunted,
face of the voice I didn’t see.

This is my cute attempt for Penable Challenge. The topic is haunted house, I took the topic literally and wrote this poem from a psychic’s perspective 😆. I hope you like it.

Credits to Penable.net