her tears call in sorrow.
her words of hatred.
emotions of which i am too proud to lay yet too mastered to learn all over again.
i will not go on why-parading on these events.
i will not point fingers. i will, instead, name names.
lo,
i have stopped loving you since you wanted us to move out. i figured i never had the heart to love you, i just had enough patience to listen to your elderly rants and pleas. and now my heart has grown cold.
i have stopped loving you since you disowned her.
because in disowning her,
you disowned us.
you speak like that of a ceo and treat us like your no-good employees. you reduce us into futile beings incapable of nothing. as if we are mistakes... and our lives major fiascoes. you rank us third in your life preceded by your millions and the friends who stick to them like flypaper. think of that as an isolated case where water defeats blood. or maybe, it was what you lived all along.
we never came first.
you and your prideful figures do.
so go, bury yourself in them. and we'll happily throw in coins and bills and bpi gold accounts as we let earth swallow you six times six times six feet under and when god knows when.
you get what you are ever greedy of.
rejoice.
disowned,
author
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
conquer pheromones
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
a tribute to the 22's of the world
When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.
A Decade by Amy Lowell
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.
A Decade by Amy Lowell
Friday, January 18, 2008
need i say more?
sil·hou·ette (s
l
-
t
)
an outline that appears dark against a light background
the activity of keeping something secret
oh yes, secrets. they make the world go round.
and round.
and round.
an outline that appears dark against a light background
| | | 'hid·ing (hIding) | |
oh yes, secrets. they make the world go round.
and round.
and round.
sad post for 08
see?
i cannot write whenever happy. i still have to induce drama and tag along the waterworks for the words to spill. but this time. this night. i didn't have to. everything happened otherwise. i miss you.
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tell me when your coming back, ok?
that is if you are.
if you aren't, here's to just hoping.
Monday, December 31, 2007
two souls deprived of the courage to fight against the mad dictates of the world.
are the sole beings we can never be.
are the sole beings we can never be.
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i do not construct my metaphors playing you as god.
you're too much of ahey s mortal to be one.
i instead, do not write at all.
you're too much of ahey s mortal to be one.
i instead, do not write at all.
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Friday, December 28, 2007
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
anthem. lullaby. wish.
I want a little something more
Don't want the middle or the one before
I don't desire a complicated past
I want a love that will last
say that you love me
Say I'm the one
Don't kiss and hug me and then try to run
I don't do drama
My tears don't fall fast
I want a love that will last
[Chorus]
I don't want a just a memory
give me forever
Don't even think about saying good-bye
'Cause I want just one love to be enough
And remain in my heart till I die
So call me romantic
Oh I guess that's so
There's something more that you oughta know
I'll never leave you
So don't even ask
I want a love that will last
Forever
I want a love that will last
I want a love that will last
[Chorus]
So there's just a little more that I need
I wanna share all the air that you breathe
I'm not the kinda girl to complicate the past
I want a love that will last
Forever
I want a love the love that last
Always
I just want a love that will last
Want a love that will last
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