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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
UnbreakableMy internal genocide,led to the suicide of all the pain deep inside
it cant play dead anymore,against all my odds i have defied the death of my emotion
reborn into this world with the gift of pure sight,no more shadowed images screaming through me in the night
standing,but never alone,i see clearly now what i have always known,this is my legacy
it will be anarchy,but in a controlled burn,i will stand back,go against the stream,and watch the world turn
I get what i put out in return for freedom,a mission not so impossible
as i slide in between breaks in my glass,its unbreakable,im shatterproof,i was built to last
darkness becomes light,im all fight and no flight,i will take the risk,im not starving myself ive just chosen to fast
i will abstain from consuming the the pain that used to write the rules to my game
my actions now plot my course into what was a void,no longer a vacuum,its an explosion
of new paths for me to walk that the universe has chosen,i will not fade away,listen to its
The Prince of MarsOn the bare mattress, he trembles;
praying for his white knight to come back.
Devoured by the very thing he consumes,
his disposition now mimics the windows he's painted black.
No sunlight does he ever permit,
for it invokes the mischievous shadows that challenges his fight.
All reflections he forbids,
for fear of the stranger that triggers his fright.
The insatiable hunger makes him devoid of deference,
and he's willing to sell everything he owns.
All this for the few hours of heaven,
that can be bought with precious stones.
Borrowed WordsI have often read the sparking souls of rare, bold men.
They have fed me pointed words
running red with blood
and thunder, staining
everything I've said, everything
I have. Often read the sparking souls of dead old men,
their flaming, spitting thoughts.
When your tightened lungs are stirred
fill your throat with coughing birds,
put your thought into an overwrought mouth as
I have, often. Read the sparking souls of dead old men,
the trolls in their cluttered dens
surrounded by the scrimshaw bones
of ravished brides, of wasted wives.
Soapbox words scrawled across the same bodies
I have often bled the hearkening souls of. Dead old men
have led the red, hungry eyes
of Rottweiler boys
for years as they tramped through
foyers,foam dressing their blackened lips.
We have often fed the snarling souls of dead, cold men,
gone to bed with hot coal men
with lead in their veins.
Their words are a well
the world knows too well.
Too often have I read the sparking souls of red-coal me
Pure and DirtyMet a girl, told me she was pure -
Filled with hate,
for people she called dirty,
stained by past mistakes or joys.
Told her sex makes us
neither good nor bad,
that you should live not
for the misery of others,
but to be happy with yourself.
Cat PillarsOne morning the people of the crowded city noticed an arched pillar standing fourteen feet over the sand on the beach of theirs. It was discovered after the fruity night sky vanished and the seven different church bells one of them sprayed half black began to rang. The people and above all of them the Indian people were very curious. On the top of the pillar a cat was sitting, staring out into the wild and wise sea. A form for lunar module? A spacecraft the Indians said. At first. The second day another pillar had rose beside the other, but on top of this the peculiar cat stood and licked it paws.
Fear was not driven into their spiritual but still corporate city ways of living individual and responsible lives.
When they on day three woke up to the third and tallest pillar yet, where the cat was standing on the back of its feet and rose up to the sky people began to take pictures.
The fourth and last cat pillar came two days after number 3 and it was the lowest. The cat on the top was s
True GentlenessGentleness is not weakness.
It is not frailty.
It is not false humility,
Or saving face.
Gentleness is Strength!
It is virtue of speech and manner.
When careless lies and curses scatter
It stands like stone; rooted in its foundations.
Gentleness is Boldness!
It is not blind followings or idle tradition.
To be the stability of one’s beliefs
It is firmly set with experience and ardor.
Gentleness is Robust!
It is the ferocity of forgiveness.
When the world plots and whispers,
It breaks the bonds of vengeance.
Gentleness is Resolute!
It is the cornerstone of understanding
To embrace of what is unknown.
It is a willingness to learn, accept, and respect.
Gentleness is not a ‘woman’s‘ virtue.
It is not feebleness of mind or body
To be lauded over for unseemly stillness.
It is not a lack of force or incompetence.
Gentleness shames the mean.
Gentleness disdains the vulgar.
Gentleness disarms the unjust.
With the authority of simple truths and
Night Sight SeeingYelling through a crowd
that you hate your parents
act like a deterrence
To the people clean
Writing things like me
Am I right in thinking
That this compulsive drinking
Wraps your mind
And straps you tight
To all of this
Is the light still flickering
In your eyes
As you pass out
Preceded by violent blinking?
Yeah I guess you're cool
Rolling around in
what you ate at school
I'm sure you'll feel it
When you check your pocket
And realize your about
£100 down you fool!
Is it money well spent?
I bet the girls think you're
A real gent
But do they care what you're like outside
Or just your generosity
Right here at the event?
They don't even know your name
All too familiar with your game
I've watched a few like you
Believe me, you all end up
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More