CATHastrophic Mediocrity

I don’t need someone who wants a different ‘ME’

I need to be loved by someone for who I am.

Someone who knows how to embrace my lapses

To fill in the gaps of my imperfections.

Someone who looks forward to who I want to be..

Not to who he wants me to be.

I need someone who would forgive me,

Mistake after mistake..

And never ceases to see the true ‘ME’

I need someone who understands my silence

Silence that means beyond words can say

I don’t need someone giving lame promises of forever

I just need to be loved true while he’s still MINE

Someone who would tell me "I love you"

And really mean it..

I don’t need to be the most important,

I just want to be loved true.

This is the first ever short story I’ve written in my whole life. This was published in ROOTS - the official university folio of UIC. This was written at midnight when I was bored doing school stuff. hehehe.. Here goes…

Stranger in the Dark

(A Beginning to the Prologue, Part I)

The rain was falling heavily on my umbrella. I promised to be there by five in the afternoon. Whether I’ll get soaked or I’ll manage to keep dry, I just have to be there. You might be waiting for endless hours already. Our project is due tomorrow and we’ve got lots to finish before evening invades the light – or otherwise, I’ll let momma nag me for coming home late again.

You opened the door for me, and teased me for coming five minutes late. As you handed me a rag for my wet feet, I wondered what’s going on in your mind, behind those snickers and stares that seem to creep down into my soul. Before I could even take my seat in the edge of your bed, lights went out, and I had no choice but to wait until electricity comes back and we can do what I came for.

dancing in an intricate web of fantasies,,

 i do nothing but to survive the world of the unknown..

unknown sorrow, the savage of pain..

when darkness enveloped the very sense of me..

i try to struggle free from the suffocating thoughts..

and bury them six feet under the ground…

and soon a butterfly will soon emerge..

 a living glory of a rising phoenix..

with wings ready for flight..

priding itself in a high pedestal of power..

absolute reign over her destiny…