Thursday
17.4.14 at 13:11

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60% makapunta ko sa TSAMU yey

Thursday
17.4.14 at 13:06

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00:03

she was the person
engraved in every suicide
note he slipped under the
sheets of his blanket;
her name painted with
dark colors and obscure
tints of evident
improbabilities -
miserable.

Thursday
17.4.14 at 10:51

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10:53pm

let’s just say that we’re
created of different hues
and disparate tinctures;
i’m not for you, and you’re
not even made for me

Thursday
17.4.14 at 8:59

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You will regret falling in love with me. You have discovered pit graves in unexpected places and they are ugly, verg ugly, but you have not seen them all. One had swallowed you whole, dirtying your hands, and I tell you, there are worse sites in me that you could possibly imagine. In me, there is so much rain. There are too much thunderclouds. So much sadness. I couldn’t understand it myself. The rain chooses no time and place. It just pours down and you’d be soaking wet when you’re with me. No. Don’t get any closer. It’s too dangerous. With all this acid rain. The sea. Can you hear its waves? I have the seas in me. Nine of them in total. All mixed with the people I have cried for. All mixed with the tragedies of my life. I keep them with me like one would carry his or her oxygen tank, only with instability that I could not contain. Terrible. I have terrible things. I don’t want you to lose that shine in your eyes. I want you to keep that. I don’t want for me to become the story of how your eyes became rusty. All because I was corrupted and so you became it too. I want to protect you from me, conserve that love you so much pour to me for someone who deserves it.

Not me. It’s never going to be me.

Thursday
17.4.14 at 8:54

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Thursday
17.4.14 at 8:04

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8:04pm

you are the sort of
poetry i am sick of writing
about - you that’ve etched
boundless agony in my
wrists, and infinite
sorrows in my chest

Wednesday
16.4.14 at 12:36

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12:36am

i am an open wound that
bleeds ink -
ink i used to
stitch sorts of words and
aphorisms and metaphors
for the person who threw
me into the void

Wednesday
16.4.14 at 12:24

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He had his phone on his right hand, and a cigarette on the other. He was sitting in a beachfront where thousands of invisible footprints have already marked its tepidity. His eyes upright to the blissful heaven, where millions of stars are marching and wandering in the depths of seemingly unknown destination. He had his gaze straight to the above view, but his mind is somewhere farther. His thoughts have cracked and it all became fatal. Overthinking.

A meteor passes.

He engaged his thoughts back. Releasing of emotions. Rumble of unspoken words. He still had his goodbyes on his lips, waiting to be detached. The chunk of cigarettes in his lap are running out. He already feels knuckles on his chest, but his phone still intact. Think. Think. Another meteor passes. He uttered his last wish.

"Goodbye, my love."

Wednesday
16.4.14 at 12:15

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i left because you never
asked me to stay

Wednesday
16.4.14 at 11:55

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Wednesday
16.4.14 at 10:19

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Ang sweet naman ng V mo. HAHAHAHA HE/she surely loves you, after all the efforts to make you smile. Anyways, can't get rid of the melancholia eh? Can you just forget everything in the past and show me your gleeful mug side. Hahaha I wonder how would that look and how would I react when that happens. Either I would be glad cause you're happy or I would find it unusual cause from a lonely lad to a joyous one. But anyways, I would accept you as who you are naman. Lots of loooove! Adios, Amigo.

Woah. Can I publish this one? Thanks, Jam. Thank you for you’ve always been there, although I don’t understand if you’re kinda pampering my melancholia or you’re trying to help me get rid of it. Or vaguely both, perhaps? Haha kidding. Be glad now cos surely you’ll see my gleeful mug side soon. And thanks for being one of those few who always try to make me smile. Haha. Okay? :—-)

Tuesday
15.4.14 at 12:46

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you are welcome and i hope that "going the other way around" means you are en route on loving yourself and accepting your flaws because that's what's making you who you are that the people from here or from the world always show you/tell you that they love you because they have accepted you and you shoudn't degrade yourself. let the people who show you love bring you strength from loving yourself wholly. have a good night, mate. -v

Yes, V. Thank you for making feel loved. You caught me. Haha. Good night.

Tuesday
15.4.14 at 12:13

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everyone deserves to be loved. we just havent seen that person who will turn around our perspective on the cliche "do i even deserve to be loved?" because in a snap, that person would make you feel that you really deserve love more than anyone else in this world. -v

It’s just that I find it hard to accept the love of people around me, when I can’t even love myself. I always feel I’m inferior of everything, no matter how hard I try not to. And it sort of saddens me, honestly. But thanks, V.

Tuesday
15.4.14 at 12:05

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I checked your blog. Ang dami pala masyadong nagmamahal sayo. As in literal na mahal. Lol. I don't know what to feel. - C

I can’t contain that “marami” you said. Hahaha. But do you think I really deserve to be loved?

It’s better to hear real goodbyes and move on than waiting for something you’re not aware if still coming back. It’s hard to stuck yourself into believing and waiting, and it will be harder if you knew that the something you kept on waiting and held for so long turned out nothing. Waiting can sometimes be fatal. So when goodbyes are uttered to you, accept it even with your lips pursed and eyes closed. It is better than seeing your hopes shatter. Time heals. Move on.

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