when..

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theirs were sealed.
ours were'nt.
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when water defeats blood

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

conquer pheromones

Suitcases and travel bags
If you're ever coming back
Just leave a couple of things for me
Oh, leave me your sweet perfume
Spray it around the room
And I'll pray that you'll come home soon

-gabe bondoc

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

need i say more?

sil·hou·ette (sl-t)
an outline that appears dark against a light background

'hid·ing (hIding)

the activity of keeping something secret



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.

two souls deprived of the courage to fight against the mad dictates of the world.

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.

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we shared shots.
a night.
and a memory
together.

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in between the pillows lies our story.
cheers to the night turned morning.

i.am

i breathe in your pheromones.

if it weren't for some, it would have been the best.

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fcuk.