sette : Writing

comfort food

comfort food

A Poem by sette


Finished with my module, with its 111 pages, my mind is in a frazzle, I am still in a daze, All day I am in classes, reports to read a..
philos+logos

philos+logos

A Poem by sette


From the first time I have Philosophy class during my freshman year in college, I was this naïve seventeen year old who can’..
know me

know me

A Poem by sette


a contest entry
summer school

summer school

A Poem by sette


Back to the grindstone, to lectures, reviews and researches not enough time to pamper myself. a goal to achieve is what I am running for...
walk away

walk away

A Poem by sette


If there is a wish, I want to be true Even for a day, I wish that I can tell you I love you and I am sorry. You have been a bi..
rejection

rejection

A Poem by sette


I was in my freshman year, my most hated subject was next on my schedule. I just hope my professor will be interesting. Maybe it was m..
the game

the game

A Poem by sette


One chance, Two chances, Three chances, You’re out, This is a game I play, Where love is concerned. You hurt me..
peter pan syndrome

peter pan syndrome

A Poem by sette


Man With the Peter Pan Syndrome refuses to grow up. still locked in the Never-Never Land, thinking that there is Tinker bell ready to ..
neo-marxist on poverty

neo-marxist on poverty

A Story by sette


a contest entry
seven gifts

seven gifts

A Poem by sette


how the seven gifts healed me