if he makes you feel…
October 21, 2008another realization
a bit cheesy but comes from the heart…<3
before jay, i was a music addict
…i kept finding myself in tunes and lyrics
but when he came, i lost the need to search for new songs
i guess it came to be that he gave me back my self
…He made me see who I really am.
He became my music… and now we’re creating our own tune,
composing with our own words…
he makes me extremely happy!
and i have to say that ours is my favorite song…
fractions
September 29, 2008and if they say i’m better than that
we’ll know it’s true
let them believe it’s all they can see
senses and pavements, paintings on our wall
incongruency came true as we let them fall
questions resolved and untamed
are pieces of our partiality
fractions wash over our floor
rekindle this light that was hidden to all
and if they say i’m better than that
we’ll know it’s real
we’ve called the shots and now we’re fighting
shield the kill, we’re dying
i’ll make us safe and keep you warm
struggling to feel your faith in my arms
and we’ll both shatter onto these painted walls
there’s no lying here
we’ve both been solved
and if they say we’re better than this
we can say it’s fake
the sounds in our ears
echoing “we’re safe”
Naglalaro sa aking utak
September 28, 2008at iyon na nga…
tumibok aking damdamin… kakaba-kaba
hindi ko na alam gagawin, nanunuyong mga labi
nakita ko siya kulang na lang mapaihi
ganito pala talaga pag nakakakita ng bagong gawi
sa isang saglit halos mapasigaw
ikaw na nga ba ang magliligaw ng tanglaw
sa aking utak lumilipad lipad,
imaimahinasyon mo, ako’y di makakurap!
naglalaro aking utak ng mga kwento tungkol sa akin at sayo
o nakakatakot na lumang lumang salamin ng lola ng aking lola!
please… wag kang maging mahiwaga! :s
my pledge (of some sort)
So hi there blog.
I have moved from www.akiretwelve.blogs.friendster.com to you.
Anyhoo… I MISS BLOGGING!!!
As a student, my priority is to study and read school materials
Which means I don’t have much time for extra activities
Which means I have neglected my passion for writing!
Shame. Shame. Shame.
I have also abandoned my sad excuse of developing my drawings
I do believe and sincerely know, that I, can, improve my art
Haha…
mm… so I am reaching out again to the blogosphere!
Please let me in once again!
It is scary because I don’t know how to write in a public online journal anymore
I’m not the type of blogger who writes for an audience
I usually write emo poems (before) you know!
Haha
But life has changed
I have changed
And so… I’ll try to write differently now…
Maybe more on what has happened to me… things like that
Less…… heavy. J
Aaaaaaand…there!
I’ll find time to update and stuff.
This entry is too long already with no real content
Haha! What a waste! Blah
Baaah humbug!
Something’s wrong with me… or
September 1, 2008There is something definitely wrong with me.
Out of all the numerous websites I can go to and see while hanging out in cyberspace
I always decide to revisit those from my past.
Haha, crazy. I don’t know. I’m nostalgic that way.
It’s just a bit weird that I find comfort knowing that what I’ve been through
Is made more real by the people (only alive to me) online.
Hehe, the kind of people I don’t talk to anymore. I sometimes don’t even want to see again.
Somehow, when I go online, they are there and i acknowledge their presence.
They’re suddenly alive again to me… though not really.:)
Hmm, i don’t really know how this works but…
seeing how I was able to affect other people’s lives, really is something. feels strange.
bitTeR.sweet. tO theM. to me.
:) and so to you guys. haha
best wishes!
because i have nothing nice to write about myself
June 16, 2008
I am the girl
I am the girl with the broken smile
I am the girl you love to deny
I hid behind your eyes for you not to see
That I am bleeding internally
I ache in the most mundane areas
I ache for the pain that you love to bury
You know I’m here, you know I’m breathing
I’m growing nastier with each passing day
I’m getting to be the sickness of your soul
Deny me much longer, maggots will crawl
Through your skin and out your lips
Those lips they hunger to taste
The guys that don’t know you’re rotting
They see your white skin, your fragile physic
They don’t see that hardened heart, your destroyed mind
I am here and you can deny as long as you want
Not to worry, they won’t see
You’ll stay as beautiful, though inside you’re empty.


