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kahonoo, lilipas pa ang ilan pang taon
ng nakaschedule na pagkikita.
de minutong pag-uusap.
bakit ayaw mobakit ayaw mo akong gamitin
binayaran na nga ako ng kaibigan mo
para kahit minsan
maisipan mong gamitin..
alam kong marami nang gumagamit sakin..
at magulo na ang kalooban ko..
andito pa rin ako..
BLAHk-no yesterday, no tomorrow. just today.
stay with me in this blackhole.
bound and beyond time
blahblahblah lost inspiration
stay with me.
annoyancecan anything else be private
truth is just a state of mind
when everyone else is looking,
just look me in the eye
look me in the eye
n and l
look where __ one has found
where __ one has been
hide where i have clasped
my own sweet memories
damn annoyance is just behind you
_braindead na naman na ako. fxcker.
hindi ko alam naguguluhan ako.
siguro tama na 'to..
unti-unti na ba akong mangiiwan?
ayokong gawin ang minsang ginawa sakin.
gulung-gulo talaga ako.
inagos lang ng nararamdaman
pero ayokong makasakit.
inagos lang ba?
bakit ba ako nagkakaganito?
sa takot? hindi eh.
hindi rin dahil may nararamdaman ako para kanino.
hindi lang ako handa.
hindi na ako sanay sa sakripisyo
o kung gumagana pa ba utak ko.
magkaroon ng sagot.
siya ba ang sagot?
hindi ako makakita.
what is love nga ba?
inagos na ang kahulugan niyan noon.
ngayong kailangan kong hagilapin.
pano ko nga pala masasabing nagmamahal ako,
sana hindi ko pa muna sinabi..
pano ko nga pala masasabing nagmamahal ako,
kung hindi ko maintindihan.
humampas lang ang hangin sa mukha ko
ito na.. sinamba ko ang hampas ng hangin.
bukas makalawa, hindi ko makita
ikaw ako siya
panoorin mo kami
hindi ko alam
siya ako ikaw
lumuha ng nakapatiwarik,
halik at bawat salik ng tugtugin
La chica del metro.Te creo amor y solo eres un puñado de tetas,
la adolescencia de una muchacha furiosa
que quiere reventar con todo
como si todo fuera una enfermedad,
un frasco de aspirinas en el estómago,
un dolor a costillas entre mundo y mundo
donde la falda de cuadros,
las botas paramilitares,
la boina, la camiseta rosa,
los pósters de anarquía y revolución,
Natalie Portman y una metralleta,
Skrillex y dos lesbianas follando en una cama 80x180,
te salvaran de morir jodida y en un hospital.
Whispers in the nightI am a pianist in the shadows of mist and cold air.
Come to me, lost hearts, and drink my soul from the smooth leaves of sweet music.
Plunge into ecstasy from the cliffs of reason and sink into in my realm of dreams.
Savor the soft kisses of my pianissimo as I whisper my secrets closely into your ears.
Drink in the thirst quenching scales as I run down my fingers across your spine.
Feel the breath of my pedaling on the surface of your smooth skin as our legs intertwine.
Cringe in terror as I grab your heart with my thunderous chords.
Enter through the doors of perception and breathe in my desires.
Embrace them and carry to my grave your sighs of joy.
Lets smile and awaken from the abyss to the melody of our love.
Irregularities in Mind (Poetry/Monologue)I look and I crow and I smile and I glare,
And I know things of circles,
And I know things of squares.
But when my mind ventures and takes to the other side
Then I can’t help but wonder
If it were better had I died
When the innocence came thriving
In torrents down silken cheeks,
That I might have been taken
When I was but a few weeks.
Maybe then would my darkness
Have so eagerly disappeared
But then I can’t help but wonder
What other monsters I might’ve feared
But the scary man below my bed
And my inability to have ever said,
‘Daddy, I don’t need you anymore’ and
‘Mummy, you can leave’ because
I was so desperate for some love
Instead of damned reasons to this creed
And how I wish that I’d show grace
Instead of whine and pathetically plead
For what I’ll never actually achieve.
I make people proud and divert the gun,
But that is all I have hardly done-
That boredom’s given way to psychotic craze,
To the shifting of eyelids
CuddlingOne of the best feelings in the world
The joys of having your arm around you girl
Just being with the person that makes you happy
That one person The makes you forget your troubles
And just smile
Looking in to her eyes
thinking she is a keeper
Carlitos - Homenaje a LovecraftSe me acercan con ese reptar que al fin se me hace familiar. Cuando rozan el cuerpo de Marie, sus vísceras mordidas caen y grita. El laboratorio ha cambiado mucho, le doy una mirada distante antes de que lleguen a mí.
“Carlitos” se acerca primero, supongo que será por la familiaridad. Gracias a él tuve mi nominación al nobel y me creí Dios, sabiendo que los dioses son muy inferiores a los seres que me abrieron la mente a ese conocimiento que me hizo lo que soy.
No hay nada en ese cuerpo lleno de tentáculos, que me haga pensar en lo que Carlitos fue originalmente. Uno de los que los acompañan aún parece un conejo, otro aún me recuerda a un oso. Carlitos no, su transformación es casi completa. Supongo que me mira antes de alcanzarme la jeringa. Emite un chillido y lloro agradecido cuando algo estalla en mis ojos cuando recibo la información en mi mente. ¡Sus dioses me aceptaron! Me acept
WordsTwice...thrice...is there a word for four times?
Let's just say that there's a certain number of times that I've kicked myself
Either for not speaking up or speaking out of turn.
I am not a spoken word poet.
In fact, I'm not a spoken word anything.
If it has the words "speak", "speech", "talk",
"Converse", "verbal", or even "greet",
I will have trouble doing it.
My ability to form words and sentences verbally might as well still be infantile.
I have to actually think as hard as possible about what I want to say and how I'll say it.
Even then, it's of little success.
My words cannot form unless they are formed from my fingers,
Or from my pencils and pens.
I write out my thoughts.
I type out my phrases.
I paint my sentences.
Almost every time, it comes out just the way I intended.
My writing speaks for me.
I could never express myself this much through just my voice.
It takes a certain power to make my words come out this way
(And sometimes lack of a certain power)
And to get as creative
And lo! That we know that the pain won't go!We live in pain untill the day we die
From our mother's cry
To our children's cry
Is there anyone who thinks it not so?
For lo, that we know that the pain won't go!
And it won't quit, till in our graves we sit,
And the ground-bugs hit, and are away with it
So don't fret dear child, you've felt nothing yet!
And I can bet that with futures threat you'll near those tears to shed over peers
So don't go drying them up just yet!
AdversityIf it wasn’t for the fires of trial and the hammers of difficulty then how could our will be as strong as steel.
SoundsLittle feet dancing around in my head,
Stomp, stomp, stomp, a parade is lead.
The little feet parade down to my eyes,
across my nose and down to surprise!
I hear them stomping in my ears,
Stomping, stamping, and little cheers.
Cheers of joy, cheers "Oh, fun!"
Little feet cheers for everyone.
The little feet stomp, having so much fun,
but then the little feet start to run.
Tippers, tappers, tipper, tap!
Thud, thud, thud, and slap, slap, slap!
The little feet running through my head,
Why are they running? What has been said?
Little feet giggle, little feet prance,
then again, they start to dance.
Dancing in a forest of hair,
peeking here and booing there.
I love the feet that dance in my mind.
Sweet little feet that are loving and kind.
Men in blue jackets try to take them away.
Make little feet run and in fear they stay.
"Little feet hide in the back of my mind!",
I tell them "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine."
They cannot see the little feet sliding,
in the back of my mind that they are hi
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