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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
20 years or 20 mishapsyou are
sexed in a thought
without the action
your belly grows
white as the years
eat me eat me swallow
me whole, spit out the
bones and relish
didn't anyone ever tell you?
didn't anyone ever warn you-
i am thick as water
when it sinks to
you can see
to my insides,
they used to
boil when i danced.
you used to
compliment my hair,
you used to grab my hand
and call me angel
or 20 mishaps?
it's hard to tell
it's hard to care
the artist bleeds turpentineI am a warped and splintering frame
held by rusting nails
swaths of hemp and sheaths of tweed
crucified with acrylics
the cross of Saint Peter
littered with tufts of heathen fur
matted brushes and bathwater
drained from a balneae in Sodom
I ruined myself for relationshipsYou all remember
a time when you were sixteen
and a little insecure ;
we watched them,
kissing passionately in the middle of the street,
mushing their faces in the train station,
licking each other out on the dance floor.
And we were jealous.
We all want to be held tight
touched like we're more tempting
than a double chocolate cake.
I don't know if I do,
What I liked most about us,
were the way we kissed,
closed-lipped, soft and innocent
and the way you touched me
like I'm more precious
than my body weight in gold
could ever be.
the Manifestation of my Internal Pendulum.
Thoughts follow, or don't. Or should.
No fancy moves, no delicate tricks.
Just Time and I. Ticking. Clicking along.
We're all timepieces.
Others do more, better. Louder.
But I'm okay with not.
Twirl, turn, another, open.
Twirl, turn, another, closed.
Click-Clack goes my mind.
TodayToday I realized that it's okay to be tired.
Don't feel guilty.
A troubled heart has no reason to be ashamed.
It's really their fault, anyway.
They were running through your head all night,
And those memories, they still hurt.
And that's okay.
It means you're still alive, you can still feel.
Even if they can't.
Don't ever let go of that.
Be proud, even if it means turning your back
On those that hurt you.
Gaijin PobmaThe mushroom whose theme I listen to all day
1 hour extended
Wild fantasies of loving Goomba nights
Not quite what he'd intended.
I was lost, politically incorrect and broken
But life granted me one last token
Never could I regret when that pathetic pastime
Found itself sundered.
The immature mind thundered
The arcade shook and my controller got angry and ripped itself in half
Gaijin Gomba showed me that Mega Hombre Cinco was a good game.
Thank fucking God he did that or I would be trapped.
I first found his videos
It was a lonely dark night
I felt like everyone hated me
I shrank from every site;
And Youtube again beckoned my sad mouse forth
Before my soul would meet that fading torch.
As soon as I saw that character jump up on the screen, I shrieked
I broke the forth wall for him, courteous to what I seek
The massive glass pane was crushed, and glass shards fell on both of us
He had to go to the emergency room, and he sent me a cease and desist letter the next day.
DemonsSpreading darkly from within
A cloud filled my breast
And slowly pulling me in
Ground me into the dust, depressed
On the dead earth below me
A dripping black hand
Struggled fiercely up to free
The shadows of the demon band
Others nearby glanced my way
Smiled at me, or cursed
With a venomous red spray
Fed my dark and demon-made thirst
Looking behind them I saw
On great poison wings
Creatures, crimson mouths all raw
From speaking unspeakable things
If we had courage to boast
Allied, we could beat
The hellspawned, bloodthirsty ghosts
That hungrily follow our feet
The other side of the coin
Fearing the unknown
No one dares to join
We each have demons of our own
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