Hale Marie
Bio
I started poetry as a hobby since 2015, now I am collecting it all in one file. Poetry gives me a peace of mind once I wrote the things that keeps on bothering me. Whether it is happiness, sadness, love, hatred, dreams or nightmare.
Stories (17)
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Victim; Accused
A few years ago, I was with someone related to me. My life with them changed into something I did not expect. I grew up in a loving family. No hatred, no selfishness, no grudges, no violence. I was taught to love everyone around me. Say "Thank you" when grateful, and "Sorry" if I made a mistake. Growing up, I always did those. I always say "Thank you" to anyone who helps me, no matter how big or small things are. Say "Sorry" even though I wasn't the one who should be doing it. I was taught to be honest, even if it means that I have to be disciplined. I was taught to be responsible for doing household chores, as we all are.
By Hale Marie3 years ago in Fiction
Not Your Kind of Woman
I ain't tall. I don't wear short shorts. I like dresses. But not short skirts. I don't follow trends. I don't use internet for fame. Yes, I do use social media. For priorities, but not to put a perfume on my name. I don't dance. I feel ashamed. But I do sing. Songs of love and pain. I barely socialize. I choose people to jive. No, I don't discriminate. I just chose people who truly appreciate. I refrain using bad words. Though some thought it's normal. I don't use alcohol. Just to stay cool. I don't hangout with the people you hangout with. I don't play online games you love, wasted the time you spent. I don't eat your favorite food. And I am not "popular," whom you'll follow. I don't crave fame. I don't have an angelic voice. I don't dress like a celebrity. Because this is my choice. This is ME! A lady who does not drink with a stranger. A lady who does not know how to dance. A lady who always keep silent in a quarrel. A lady who avoids toxic people. A lady who just want to live a happy life. Not worrying of anything. Not even you leaving. Because I know my worth. I know how much I sacrificed. Just to have and hold you, man. But, I also know, am not your kind of woman. :)
By Hale Marie4 years ago in Poets
The Love of My Life; A Gift
It was a hot sunny day in a flowery garden. Butterflies are everywhere, various vibrant color of roses too, the chaotic flowers of cosmos and lavenders. The sweet tweet-tweet-tweet of those littlely-tiny humming birds. The music of the waterfalls as it hugs the rocks below it, and the brilliant rays of the sun as it kisses the river.
By Hale Marie4 years ago in Fiction
