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 I'm keeping this here. “Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all -   And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm -   I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.   Does anyone recognize this poem? Well it was written by one of the most important figures in American poetry, Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. So why do I choose this particular poem? Because it signifies how you can put something that you can only feel in your chest and mind into words that not only have particular pattern but also rhymes?   Ladies and gentlemen, a very good afternoon, my name is Nur Adriana Batrisyia my topic today is The importance of poetry. Before we go into depth, let’s have some insight on poetry. The word “poetry” itself comes from the Greek word  poieo  meaning “I c

  Back to the North Yorkshire, Where my colors fade from vibrant to sheer, All that left are the ashes from my amorous letter, The sandpaper vine that stems out of my fear, And the rain here felt like it was someone's tears. Think I saw the lights were flickering inside, Is it a person?  is it a silhouette, Of my past? Or maybe it just the wandering souls, Of the soldiers that have died, Hopelessly shielding the castle with all their might. No, it was not. It was the wise king with his ambitions, And the devoted queen with her dreams, They stood so tall and proud ruling their country, But not for so long, Not until the extreme winter caged them in a misery. And she watched as their castle besieged, And her loving husband is nowhere to be seen, Drowning in her own insanity, Pierced a dagger to her heart carelessly, "Would this be enough to pay the price, to retrieve the heaven that I built with the love of my life?" Maybe it was, maybe it was not, Because in the middle of

  Tell me what to do When all of the places I have travelled to And all the people I cried to Made me realized No one can touch my soul like you do. Tell me what to do When my summer has turned into an endless winter, My days are as empty as the old castles in North Yorkshire, My fingers bleed as I tried to remove the dagger And my insufferable pain turned into anger. But then again Tell me what to do Tell me how not to break my own heart, Tell me how not to hurt myself for wanting something pure For wanting someone to keep me warm When all of these times the only warmth I felt Was when I burned the house that I left. Still, tell me what to do, When the clouds start shifting, No shadow of you nor his, And I can feel my heart stop beating, For the people I loved, for the life that I have lived.  -miss white horse

  Since when, The rays of the sun didn't keep me warm, The sapphire sky didn't plastered a smile on my face, Roaming down the railway by myself, The only sound I heard was my footsteps. Since when, The darkness of the night didn't frighten me, The chills of the storm didn't bother me, Hitting the gas ninety miles per hour, The only headlights on the road were my own. Since when, The softness of their voice didn't comfort me, The promises didn't appear as indulging as they used to be, Empty mug at the booth back of the restaurant, The shoulder I cried on was my own. Since when, The girl in the mirror looked dead and weary, The vibrance of my presence has faded away, "Maybe you have lost your sparks," they said, Maybe I am just lost, tired and scared. -ms.whitehorse

  First thing first, Where the hell have I been for the past 2 years? How on earth I skip 2023 and not write anything in 2023?? But so many things happened??? There is a new plot, a new storyline, and a new character. Interesting. I will always be surrounded by drama I guess haha.  "I swear, I don't love the drama, it loves me". These lyrics are literally defining the story of my life. This will be a short post, since I want to start writing poetry again, yeay. But I'll answer some questions. What happened to your group of 'so-called friends'? Well, we are pretty much divided. From 6 members to 3 members. To 4 and then it goes back to 3. And we have pretty much gotten closer than ever. And I'm delighted and grateful for having them in my life, Alhamdulillah. They are like my older sisters that I never had :) And we travel the world together just like the famous 3 musketeers <3 What happened to the famous feud and all your nemesis? One of them, which is

            Inflamed. Interesting choice of words isn't it?  It is based on the pathology subject that I took for this semester. You know what happen after the cell/tissue injury? Inflammation. The white blood process comes rush to the site of injury and the agglutination and the permeability of blood vessels occurs and more in details that you can pretty much find in the Pathology textbook lol.  Anyway, the post injury first reaction is the inflammation. And if my life is a phase, it would be in "inflammation phase".  A LOT happened since my last post. Betrayal after betrayal. Constantly at the gun point. I've got enemies around me, circling me. Didn't feel safe anywhere. Even right now. It's like a never ending struggle. I am not whining by the way.  But I've learnt SO MUCH. I know that we can't trust anyone. I know how to play it cool. I know the tricks to survive. My bio, on insta and twitter is "Definitely the anti-hero". It's becaus