Photography
limiting ourselves to only one hobby can limit our potential on exploring more. That’s why doing photography has been one of the huge influence for me to stay motivated and create more.
Portraits
Street
Landscape
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Writing
When you write, you express yourself. You can change the way the world sees you. You can extend you capability and your vocabulary. Writing has made be open up about alot of social pressures, depression and anxiety. I write to express that whatever you are going through is just a phase, I write so to make other feel they are not alone. I write so to make others feel loved.
SPEAK
Broken inside out
Non-listening to me
Just let me speak for once i beg you “please”
Hurt and ripped off
Pain flows through my body
No one loves me
“Just be with me”
Thoughts running through my brain
I’m knocked out of my place
I’m just lost
No one comes to save.
I’m falling in the darkest part of the world
I keep myself hidden and hurt
They say I’m out of my mind
No, I’m just introverted
Friends with Loneliness,
Friends with pain,
Friends with suffer,
Friends with drain.
I don’t know how much i can take,
Or how much i can hold on.
I am just lost and not being myself
I just wanted them to listen,
No more.
Suicidal thoughts run through me all day long.
I dreamed about being happy
Well, got smacked by reality
It pains brutally
But
Just let me speak
Let me pour my feelings
Let me speak
Please ! let me speak.
Paper and Pen
By my own blood
Through the groove
Your not alone there
I have been molested too.
I feel the wound through the scars
I feel the pain no one dares to see
I’m in a place no one dares to be
I’ve seen things no child should see
I’ve been molested by my own blood but you’ll never see.
I had feelings of insecurity you will never feel
i had feelings of destruction, world is more cruel to be
words cant explain how i feel
words cant fill the pain
words cant heal the scar
words cant stop the sensation of hatred
oh please i need someone to be with me
I feel caged inside of me
these scars are the boiling issues inside of me
these pain inside of me are flowing through pen
These pain inside me are flowing through paper
I feel caged inside me
Only these paper and pen understand me.



















