Legend

I want to change fate
Break free from the chains of past
Even when the whole world against us
Shattering me into pieces

I only want to see her smile
Free her from the curse
Wading through thousands of years
Searching for happiness

My hands were tainted
Living an unforgivable life
Trapped forever within past, present, and future
Still this heart cannot give up

Like unreachable stars in the sky
Our long journey is beautiful
With many precious memories

Transcending time and space

Our feelings cannot be broken

We will overcome these trials
We will wait for each other forever
and bring an end to this legend


Regards, 
Angela

The Face

There's nothing I can say 
You know clearly how I feel 
It's been a long journey
You might already see the real me

It may looks like a lie
It can also be a lie
Still it's not like what it seems
The answer lie deep down in my heart

People say lie is lie
And truth is truth
But there's lie in truth and truth in lie
We cannot know everything

I am not real
I cannot be real
Only my heart is real 
And one has to embrace their own hearts


Best Regards, 
Angela

Prose Challenge : Zombie Apocalypse

DEAR DIARY,

“Shit!”

It’s really a big mess. There are zombies everywhere. Everyone keep saying that Zombie Apocalypse will come but I never believe it until today. I mean zombies are for children right ?! Guess, I am wrong. Now I see zombies with my own eyes. They are roaming in the street and chasing every human beings they see. I should have listened and build the bunker. Now, I don’t know what to do. I should run away but where. I don't want to become zombies. They are ugly as hell. 

“Calm down”

I take deep breath. First thing first, the zombies haven’t enter my house. But it’s only a matter of time before they do. I should find my emergency bag first. Fortunately, I still have good sense to prepare for emergency situation months ago. Let’s check it once again. My clothes, emergency money, emergency food, emergency contact, passport, travel vouchers, etc are still in there. I just need to contact my parents, family, and close friends to let them know about my situation. 

“Tut Tut Tut”

Great, no signal. The zombies couldn’t possibly have anything to do with this, right ?! Of course they can. What am I thinking. Now, I cannot contact anyone. Well, I have to go. I could always contact them when or .... if I am still alive. Wow, way to raise the spirit. Thanks but no thanks. I can do this. I have to do this. This reminds me the day when I got lost in the forest. It was 3 days before I can find my way home. People say it was a miracle that I were still alive after 3 days. It was said that people who stay overnight in the forest were never found the next day. No one could even found their corpses. It feels as if they just vanishes into thin air. Old legend say that the forest are the meeting point for aliens to come back to their homeland planet. So if the legend was true, it could be those people were kidnapped by the aliens. Now is not the time for this. 

“I’ve managed to book the airplane ticket at last”

Don’t ask me how I can book the ticket. I don’t even remember what I did one minute ago. Anyway, maybe this is my last entry. I love this diary. As far as I remember, I’ve been with this diary for my whole life. Unfortunately I cannot bring it with me. I cannot take chance it will get destroyed in my dangerous journey. I will leave this diary in my secret place when I want to hide something. If somehow, someone managed to find this diary. Please read and take care of it. Please pray me luck. Hope you guys are safe too. 

Regards, 
Angela

Prose Challenge #49 : Broken

People say I should finish my journey
But many things stand in my way
The break shattered my heart and crushed my soul
I was too broken to keep following my mind 
I am not gonna be okay

You say everything's gonna be fine
But the truth is nothing ever will
I cannot turn back
Everything was beyond repair

I try to build myself
Slowly pieces by pieces
There's a saying that time will heal everything
The sad reality is nothing gonna be the same
It is what it is

You cannot imagine my pains and regrets
Those feelings stay in my heart
I hope someday you will understand
I really was just too broken 


Nb : I made this poem in response for the prose challenge #49 with theme "We Are Broken". Hope you like it. I welcome constructive feedback ^^



Regards, 
Angela