Darlings!!!! Â Do you still remember me? Do you still know who I am? The weird writer who talks too much, worries too much, the one who thinks she's a loser, the cat lover who's eccentric ways offends people, familiar? I hope you still know who I am, I have been away for so long and… Continue reading Did You Miss Me?
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The Book Of Sorrow
Pen and paper. Heartbreaks and promises. Hatred and rainbows. Revenge and chaos. Love and madness. I am Ragazza Triste, a writer, a lover, a sad girl cloistered in my own private bubble. My fragile heart is a caddy of different stories and secrets. My mind is a mercurial chamber of mystic and wonder. My writings… Continue reading The Book Of Sorrow
Pills and Doubts
You were in the middle of a public opprobrium when we found each other, you were broken and beyond recognition, I didn’t know you but you had my sympathy, I shared your pain, I understood your hate because what you faced at the time was a battle I lost a few years ago. I… Continue reading Pills and Doubts
The Orange Prison
I took myself out today, went to the mall alone, bought a tall chocolate frappe from Starbucks, ordered spaghetti with meatballs, a side of garlic bread and double cheese fries. I do this once every two months, splurge on food and eat a lot. Then I saw her, a middle aged Filipina sitting across the… Continue reading The Orange Prison
Ragazza Triste’s Small Talk
I was never bullied as a kid. I was kind of weird and obnoxious when I was growing up so I guess people kept their distance. I was never good at making friends, I believed that being alone was more convenient. I had trust issues and I didn't like people. But I wasn't a… Continue reading Ragazza Triste’s Small Talk
Jar of Conscience
She didn't see me slip a lozenge on the glass of wine she's drinking. She didn't recognise the taste of my horrid attempt. She satiated her itch by shoving the danger down her throat, she didn't even notice my presence, how my ice cold hands touched her hips with malice. The bitch, always… Continue reading Jar of Conscience
Hannah Frost
The path to freedom was dark and menacing Underneath the stars was an array of primordial malady Nowhere to run, no great escape to perceive No love story to be written. A hero came and stirred up chaos Fought in the midst of uncertainty Crashed and burned, bloodied pride White sleeve, drenched in red.… Continue reading Hannah Frost
Feid
Suddenly, there was darkness A vague fragment of my despair An effigy of my private demon A sinister entity, I created. My tears flowed like an endless river Confusion subsumed my unworldly doubts Climbing on a perilous ladder of deliverance Barely able to survive. A blinding light from the sky Embraced… Continue reading Feid
Tsaran, tsaran!
Heeeeeeyyyyy! Lovelies! WPeeps! I am back. Ragazza Triste is back! I miss y'all so much, I hope you haven't forgotten about me, not yet, at least. Ha ha! These past couple of months has been a cocktail of emotions, I was on vacation, I was off the grid, I wasn't online or socially active on… Continue reading Tsaran, tsaran!
A laconic epistle
Dear Heart, Stop hurting yourself, you don't need to self-destruct just so he could see you bleed, you don't need to pretend that you're sedulous, it's alright to be vulnerable, it's acceptable to act human and feel burned out. It's okay to cry, to weep, to break down but never ever implore attention, love… Continue reading A laconic epistle