Purpose of Poetry

Poetry is putting a diaphanous veil over something unappealing, speaking regarding it just subdued enough to put into oblivion how abraded and festering and suppurate the wound is.

It’s a language of emphasizing inspiration, subjectivity – of Romanticism and painless augury, full of fanatical sentimentalism and compelling twists of the tongue.

Metaphors are hazardous travesty, using a sort of transfiguration to turn wordless sentiment into imaginable circumstances.

The way the anguish rios through yoyr body and flusters your every bones compelling you to envision misery as it pull you down to great depths and choking breaths.

The truth is, poetry is a deceiver, a fibber, an equivocator. Never fall for its exquisitely crafted stanzas causing slips into the dense fog of nostalgia.

Studying (Stu-DYING)



Woah! this examination (hell) week is so far one of the hardest for me in my entire college life  because I have a lot of things to study yet, here I am laying on my back drinking medicines and having a hard time fighting with fever.

Yesterday, I had a high fever and I don’t know what to do because I have to study for my three exams. It was hard knowing that I can’t do anything. But today, I went to school to take my exams because I don’t want to take specials exams because special exams are the hardest and I can’t believe I would say this to myself, I am satisfied with my answers.

Good thing I listened to my professor’s discussion. lol

have a great day y’all ­čÖé

love j.