March 12sori,di ko naramdamanna bertdey mo30th,ang pinakamalungkot...sori,di ko naunawaanwala akong alamkaya wala akong karapatanna turuan kasori,di ko napansinnasaktan kita...naisip ko langng umalis ka.pwede ba magpaliwanag?malungkot din ako'kala mo'andyan ka kasiat 'andito akokaya lingid lahat'gang 'kala na langpero ang totoopareho lang tayomag-isasawinagdadalamhatinagpapariwaranawawalan ng direksyonkung sana...magkruslandas natinmakikita ko,makikita mopareho lang tayomay luhang tinatago.
The Dateless The tip of the crescent dagger above seems to point straight to my eyes it's bloody rusts shower and everything they touch is wounded The giant cedars are on guard each exhales some sulfurous fume The darkness that embraces them also hides my blunt nakedness The sand is a bed of shrapnels my back bleeds The salty seawater is a burning flame and the teasing wind just won't blow the pain
More Than Just A Love StoryI need not ask whereAll I have to know is that you're thereso that our hands clasp in warmthand our eyes whisper in silenceNeither do I need ask whenAll I have to know is foreverso that we'd gaze upon our dreamsand we'd ride through eternityas we soar with our heartsand our hearts soar with us.There would be no fatigue...There would be no aging...There would only be life...There would only be love...We'd only come down to smileand look at each otheras we whisper the storyin the mirror of our eyesas I see you in mineand you see me in yours.
I Am Your Nude Paintingduring your permoblack nightswhen color-blindness embraces your heartand your permogray emotionscontrol your left-hand brush strokesas your permowhite staresmelt down the wooden easelleaving just the bare shadowof my candid nakednessas my ebony crown flowssmoothly as the sea waves in the morningand as my sapphire eyes glowbrightly as the nights in Vegaswith my moist lips drivinga sensual winding roadmy temple sways with the melodyof the gush of your artsy bloodand I stand on the tips of my toesas I raise my arms to flyI feel feathery, I want to be blown upbut I can't help but sensethat my toes and my ha
Pangungulilalulan ng aircon bus subalit maalinsangannakasandal sa kutson ngunit ramdam ang latay sa katawannakaiPod pero bingi ang pakiramdamnagtitext sa cellphone ngunit bagot din namandumungaw sa bintana kinuha ang digicaminiumang sa target subject subalit nanamlay langbakit kahit ano gawin... nanunuot sa kalamnanbakit kahit ano isipin... puso ay sinusutsutanearly na pumapasok sa work nago-OT pa para maging busy langlahat ng nagpapaalala sa kanya puro iniiwasanngunit sadyang nagsusumiksik kahit pinipigilansa biyahe pauwing bahay
Death Of An Emomy bedroom is my coffin sprayed with sweet formalinI lay still with my bloodshot eyes openas my chaotic mind is wondrin'I think I need some nicotine to kiss the smoke as it spells your nameI think I need some wine or caffeine to taste your heat when we're fuckin'I think I need some cocaine to get away from all burdenI think I have to lick that bloodstain to erase the memory of painI think I need you to lean onI'm weak, I can't move onbecause though I think I drownstill I don't wa
The DateAll I see are but shadows of the lurking ebony nightbut I hear the leaves, they talk to each otherand I smell the buds of May, their fragrance reach the cloudstill the hiding blue moon perk downit's eye flashes a shimmer against a blood red rosewhich sweats with passion and glow with loveI boil with obsession to cut the lone stemand hide it in my back pocket till the shadows come againthen I catch sight of a fairy which slowly comes my wayI grabbed that thing behind me alas, thorns prick
The Nightingale's Songthe firehad burn down to ashesand you rose from itin a time I didn't expectI brokeyour wings,I heard you cryyet once,and once more,the heavens,we already soared togetherbut as we glideddown...drops of tearsfell.a year...your wings will flapyou'd fly...you'd descendto kiss the bosom of your dreamsfour or five more years...your wings will flap againyou'd fly back to where your dreams were born.your keen eyes,which I never looked atand your wild senses,which never tingled mewould I still want to see?would I still have the passionto grip you in my palmslike before?like before...when
The Promisei never saw a man cry before me...beforeuntil you.sorry.i promisei'll listen to you,i'll go to sleep nowso thatwe can meetin a dreamin the heavenswe createdjust for usin the paradisewe liveto love.
I want you to know... I call you by your last name... You said my name is beautiful. Thanks, but you know what? I don't like my second name - Jean. I was born May 21, you were born January 1. I am 20 days, 4 months and 13 years younger than you, doesn't matter. You like younger women, we're vivacious. I like older men, you're wiser. Blue's Clues! February 14 last year, my date and I watched the movie Baler. February 14 this year, I'm dating someone from Baler. I understand that your family is very important to you. I have this feeling that if circumstances will force you to make a choice, you'll choose them over me, right? Back to our old school days,
Game of Death The butterfly fell... in love too! He knew it, but only until the net caught him offguard. She was a gam
Hunisa paghupa ng apoy,'di ko wari kung sadyao naligaw ka langna sa pugad ko'y makipisannabali ko namura't malambot mong mga pakpaknarinig ko naimpit mong pag-iyakngunit minsan,at minsan,isang dipang langitsabay na nating nalipadsubalit sa pagdausdos,pababa...ay ang pagdalisdis dinng ilang patak ng luha.isang taon...mga pakpak mo'y ikakampay nalilipad ka, bababa,at hahalik sa pulang lupaapat o lima pang taon...mga pakpak mo'y ikakampay mulililipad ka, babalik,sa lupang itim na sa pighatiang mailap mong mga mata,na di ko natitigan ni minsanang matalas mong pakiramdam,na 'di naman ako nagulat pa
Cold Sunsetabove the pink sky,behind those silent cloudsare emotions...beneath the frozen water,within the stillness of the seaare memories...of the forgottenwho longs to be remembered...just when the sun setsand my tears fallas your guitar is broken and Morrison sings his goodbyeour hands lose grip...our footsteps make a rhythmof stones clashing by the beachbut they leave no printsthey are washed ashore...
Why is it painful to love?We never knowbut when it slits our beingit can last a lifetimeWe never knowbut where it hits uscauses paralysisWe never knowbut who hurts usis always the most specialWe never knowwhy they always dowe're just always left wond'rin'so We never knowhow to heal the woundsif ever they do heal, still there's always deep scars
Wet DreamsLast night I dreamed...of you,smiling sweetlyas if you never made me cryI stared at your lipsI remembered how our teeth clankedthe first time we kissedI heard myself giggle.then you spokeas if we're in good termsI felt your warm breatheI remembered how you dirty-talkedwhile you tickled my earI felt stiffwhile you embrace meas if you never hurt meI sensed the longing on your skinI remembered that daywe lost ourselvesI miss you baby...I felt so cold insideI was awakenI peeped out of the window,it's rainingI felt colder,then I realizedI am crying...just like all the nights
Love OverdosageYou gave me everythingso that I'll learn to return them back to youI received nothingYou made me a possessionso that I'll know to whom I belonguntil you forgot that I am also mineYou studied what I really amand you realized I am not like youso that you needed to mold me into your likenessYou loved me too muchuntil we both drownedas we lost ourselvesbecause now what you see in you is meand you started to think that you are meso that you won't understandbecause you spent all your timetrying to make me understand youuntil you forgot that you should have understood yourself firststill I know, you won't listen t
Sa PunoIsang dapithapon, habang lingkis ng mga daliri koang pares ng aking putikang tsinelasat masuyong niyayapos ng malamig na tubigang hubad kong mga paa,namataan kitaikinukubli na ng mga kabundukanang dambuhalang lampara na may ilawtinatabingan na rin ng sandamakmak na ulapang taglay noong ningningkaya't anino ka lang sa aking paningin...ang libong bato sa batismarahas na pinaghahalikanng nagmamadali kong mga talampakanhanggang sapitin na ang ibayong damuhanna dinilaan na ng hamogsaglit akong tumigil...banayad na pinakinggan ang salit ng musikana likha ng mga kuligligat unga ng mga bakasaka ako marahang tumak
Pag-AlalaSa bintana ako'y nakadungawMga mata'y nakatuon sa alapaapMarahan silang itinutulak ng hanginkaya sa buwan sila'y napapayakapKinikilig ang mga bituinNagsasabog sila ng ningningkaya mga mata ko'y naakitna sa kaibuturan nila ako'y sumilip...Nakita kita, payapang naiidlipmaamo mong mukha, kayang-kaya ko pa ring iguhitmarahang pagpintig ng puso monaririnig pa rin ng puso komalamig mong mga kamaynararamdaman kong hinahaplos akomatamis mong pagbulongsagot sa panalangin konakikita kita, sa loob ng bituinngunit di na kita kayang abutinmadalas rin nga kitang makita sa loob ng puso kongunit sa loob ka na lang, wala
False Hope, Then Hope Falls...swiftly,like when an eye winksand abruptlythe heart sinkspain prickslike million thorns,jealousy wakesself scorns...of ifs and whysof doubts and crysthat boils the bloodthat brings such grudgewould end in misery?pulled by gravitywish as if deaddeep down the gravethat's how hope fallswhen hopes are all false
--Aristotle