The Door I

I thought it was right to build a wall
Then keep my frustration and all
I forgot that I had many true friends
Who would listen to me ’til the end

I thought it was right to build a wall
Then wait for the Reaper to call
Shutting everyone out was a mistake
I realized too late what was at stake

I thought it was right to build a wall
The wall only led to friendships’ fall
I have made the kindest hearts sore
Now they forever locked the door


The Door (Poetry Series): I, II, III


Header image: Sude Ayrım of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2025.

Notes to Self XXI

Of all the 14 Days of The Deranged Writer birthday blogging marathons I have done since the beginning of The Diary, the 2025 edition (this year) is the most memorable in terms of content quality. For 14 straight days, I wrote four acrostic poems (one of them is related and dedicated to The Undertaker), five music-related posts, one essay about a once-haunting day, one Notes to Self post, and only three Minute Warning posts. Only three. I have reached an incredible feat.

Speaking of Notes to Self, after blogging for two weeks straight, I realized something worthy of a Notes to Self post. It’s about freedom of expression, and the responsibilities that come with it.

Continue reading Notes to Self XXI

XX: Another Fight With Anxiety, Another Night of Reminiscing

Trigger warning: Anxiety. Please be advised.

Continue reading XX: Another Fight With Anxiety, Another Night of Reminiscing