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Monday, June 14, 2010
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Author: M
| Posted at: 12:29 AM |
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this'll be the first.
given, not all relationships fare smoothly. there's bound to be a rocky path along the way, it depends on the both of you if you have the means to weather it or not.
and fck, i'll be ranting. you don't understand me.
why is to so difficult to point out that not because you're talking to someone, you're entertaining him already?
considering that the word "entertaining" is entirely subjective, we happen to have different perceptions. this is getting out of hand. and i admit, i'm perplexed. just because of a conservation that doesn't involve any sweet and cheesy shit, but just a usual conversation wherein two people share something about what's going on in there lives lately is actually considered conceited. You should've told me off the bat that "do not talk to those who show interest, not even a single look. or else"
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given, not all relationships fare smoothly. there's bound to be a rocky path along the way, it depends on the both of you if you have the means to weather it or not.
and fck, i'll be ranting. you don't understand me.
why is to so difficult to point out that not because you're talking to someone, you're entertaining him already?
considering that the word "entertaining" is entirely subjective, we happen to have different perceptions. this is getting out of hand. and i admit, i'm perplexed. just because of a conservation that doesn't involve any sweet and cheesy shit, but just a usual conversation wherein two people share something about what's going on in there lives lately is actually considered conceited. You should've told me off the bat that "do not talk to those who show interest, not even a single look. or else"
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
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Author: M
| Posted at: 11:10 AM |
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*breathe in. breathe out*
Transient. Momentary. Fleeting.
I need to think things through, without opening my mouth.
I need to ponder and analyze a lot of things, with my thoughts in my brain, not words in my tongue.
Fuck.
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Transient. Momentary. Fleeting.
I need to think things through, without opening my mouth.
I need to ponder and analyze a lot of things, with my thoughts in my brain, not words in my tongue.
Fuck.
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Author: M
| Posted at: 11:07 AM |
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Your madness breaks my heart- as your mind stirs
to the whirling of my soul,
I wish I could hurl all your troubles with a wave of
a wand;
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to the whirling of my soul,
I wish I could hurl all your troubles with a wave of
a wand;
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Goodbye, Life
Author: M
| Posted at: 3:27 AM |
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I have long been compromised,
even before the end was bleak.
You’ve dragged me to horizons,
hung me at verticals.
I, with a smile.
You whispered it was for the greens,
as my feet played rhythms of my own desire.
I did not contest, for all had been fine.
You say I’m lost and out of focus,
you deemed the future vague.
You’ve let me down from whence I hung,
cut the cord in between the skyline.
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even before the end was bleak.
You’ve dragged me to horizons,
hung me at verticals.
I, with a smile.
You whispered it was for the greens,
as my feet played rhythms of my own desire.
I did not contest, for all had been fine.
You say I’m lost and out of focus,
you deemed the future vague.
You’ve let me down from whence I hung,
cut the cord in between the skyline.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
I'll kill you someday
Author: M
| Posted at: 3:47 AM |
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I have always had a penchant for getting rid of things, but I never really had the bluster to execute my well-crafted plans. No matter how much I want to shape up, straighten out and be the best damn person that I could be, I can't.
Fuck you :(
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Fuck you :(
Thursday, January 7, 2010
No Title. Boo.
Author: M
| Posted at: 10:15 AM |
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To ten million fireflies, I'm weird cause I hate goodbyes.
I got misty eyes as they said farewell.
I have been playing this song for almost 15 consecutive times already, it's ambiance is so serene and captivating. I love Owl City <3
Well as you may have guessed, this entry is another one of my usual rants. I am probably a closet emo of some sort, because of my tendency to be moody and being emotionally unstable, I have all sorts of emotions locked up inside me. Pathetic, I know. Sometimes I wish I really am dense as others think of me. Sometimes I wish I just don't care and I can easily block the negativities I would like to get rid of.
I am actually fond of doing that and unlike other people, I can actually succeed. But like what I read from one of my brothers' Magic: TCG' flavor text:
"Memories cut from the mind can cut right back."
Even if I manage to disregard it today, as inevitable as it is, I'd remember it someday. And all the emotions would come back rushing. Pathetic. Sadly, this is not one of those posts in which I'd feel better for letting it out afterwards. I'd still be disturbed, I'd still be bothered. Because I know that after I hit the "Publish Post" button, things would still be the same.
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I got misty eyes as they said farewell.
I have been playing this song for almost 15 consecutive times already, it's ambiance is so serene and captivating. I love Owl City <3
Well as you may have guessed, this entry is another one of my usual rants. I am probably a closet emo of some sort, because of my tendency to be moody and being emotionally unstable, I have all sorts of emotions locked up inside me. Pathetic, I know. Sometimes I wish I really am dense as others think of me. Sometimes I wish I just don't care and I can easily block the negativities I would like to get rid of.
I am actually fond of doing that and unlike other people, I can actually succeed. But like what I read from one of my brothers' Magic: TCG' flavor text:
"Memories cut from the mind can cut right back."
Even if I manage to disregard it today, as inevitable as it is, I'd remember it someday. And all the emotions would come back rushing. Pathetic. Sadly, this is not one of those posts in which I'd feel better for letting it out afterwards. I'd still be disturbed, I'd still be bothered. Because I know that after I hit the "Publish Post" button, things would still be the same.
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