Wednesday
23.4.14 at 21:33

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i am afraid of getting
too attached with people,
bury my reliance upon
them, sketch to their skin
even the smallest amount
of trust i could give in,
and in the end of the day,
getting smashed into
oblivion, be left behind
without even a second
glance of reluctance, and
more but be shattered
into shards -

i am afraid of being left
unappreciated.

Wednesday
23.4.14 at 12:42

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even my words
became fatal

Wednesday
23.4.14 at 12:03

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Wednesday
23.4.14 at 11:25

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11:15pm

his smiles are like
footprints along the
beachfront - so evident
yet so vivid at first, but
fades once stepped by
second ethereal glance;
his smiles are like radiant
rainbows - appears after
the rain, but dissolves
and dematerializes its
colorful curves once
the hefty flow of sunlight
marches again towards
the skies.

his smiles are limited.

Wednesday
23.4.14 at 10:48

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10:42pm

her hair smells like hyacinth
starting to bloom amidst
naturalness and ease;
her face covered with
ashes of timidity she
had tried to burrow deep
down under her cheeks;
her eyes shine like the
effulgent stars i used to
stare during 2 o’clock
in the morning;
and lastly, her heart is
like a flower vase that
contained lilac and roses -
so fragile, so delicate,
and yet so frail

and that’s what makes me
love her.

nights have passed
long after she planted
scissors in my ribcages
and it still haunts me -
just like how my thoughts
are strangled and become
phantom and ghosts and
sort of blurry likelihood

11:45pm

he wrote several diagnosis
of his sheer yet vague
emotions for this she who
left him with unstated
utterances;

awful outbreaks, desperate
upsurge, and all but just
he whispered to the stars:
i think you’re not coming
back.

11:04pm

he slipped love letters
in his pocket, with her
name scribbled with
strokes and colorful
edges and metaphors
written with chromatic
tints - only to know
she’s already gone.

adieu;

she holds her breath
under the shrouded
particles of possible
foreboding of
goodbyes
                       never did he realized
                       that the more he loves her,
                       the more he slips his grasp
                       to the girl he tried to keep
                       in his ribs      

          the stars were there
          keeping a constant colloquy
          between the galaxies trying
          to depart from each other’s
          hold -

     raging of thoughts
     streaked with auburn
     strands of uncertainties;
     her lips pursed,
     his eyes closed

 1, 2, 3, 4, 5..
 a meteor passes

    “Are you happy?
    he asked.

    “I was.
    she answered.

Tuesday
22.4.14 at 10:26

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Eh anong apelyido ni lorde?

patawad. hahahahahahahahahaha joke ewan wag ako tanungin mo

Tuesday
22.4.14 at 10:17

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Kuya ano pong first name ni pikachu?

ewan ko. cherry pie yata hahahahahahahaha

Monday
21.4.14 at 12:51

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I won’t stay any longer.

I’ve been drowning myself into too much lax that I almost found myself weary of all these things. Like submerging myself beneath unwanted annihilation and veneering my entirety with ghastly pondered prevarications. Perchance my mentality is temporarily crumpled like a cotton paper with shades of memories written inside it.

Stabbing my insides is the scourge that inadvertently found its way towards me. Like it has been looking for me for decades, and victoriously wandering now into penetration within me. I’ve lost my metaphors, yes. My mind lulls indifferences and I can’t even find the best, yet the most legitimate phrases that best describe me, and what is running through me.

I’ve got disparate hues of the world, gotten used to every portraits of myself, but now it seemed like everything has changed. Shattering the vividness of my memories are gruesome floggers that are concise enough to ruin everything within my innards. I’ve gotten swallowed by my own inferiority. And deplorably, it seems that I’ll soon be devastated.

Is it a better choice to stay? Or should I opt to leave?

12:01am

we started with our little
things for our future,
and we ended with the
same little things we left
in the past

Monday
21.4.14 at 10:25

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