Because I’d like to take this time to appreciate Simon D. Hehe.
so instead of doing homework I made a wallpaper
What is the point of it all,
when in the end, you’ll let me fall
into a den of disappointment,
a chasm of regret?
I’ve been through this so many times
through sugarcoated words,
internally filled with grime.
Get rid of that mask, “friend”
because I have the blueprint of your strategy
Somewhere else, you’ll be, in the end,
misleading again with your illusory identity.
By the Fog
the right temperature,
with the one she needed all along.
Hand in hand, side by side,
passing by route 45,
however she doesn’t know,
her deceased lover was there.
Why I Appreciate Stories
You can be an alternative to dreams,
You pull me out of reality,
You let me know of a better place,
one unlike my own.
A place where it is all possible—
time travel, teleportation,
the ability to live in different universes,
to live in fiction.
You show me the most beautiful things,
let me hear the mellifluous,
allow me to be someone else,
experience the unknown.
Though they say, on you, I should stop wasting my time,
that you’re a chasing after the wind
a pointless affair,
you will always be there.
#flashbacksunsetday #imymaui #maui #wannalivethere #dangIneed$$ #wishes
Stop making me envy you! Agh D’: LOL just kidding. This scene is just lovely, Ate.
You were just some girl I passed by,
average, chameleon, low-profile;
I, for sure, did not notice you,
nor did I care.
Then I happened to look into your eyes,
full of mystery, yet very immaculate,
my thoughts consisted of you,
to look back, I dared.
I got to know your more,
slowly, with our eye-contact relationship,
you returned my feelings about you,
though I have yet to ask,
do you have some time to spare?
Trapped in a room,
in a safe zone
safe from the outside,
secured and protected from the unknown.
The clock ticktocks,
each arrow, a number then the next;
soon the clock shall run away,
she’ll disappear into the air, into vapor.
Just like everyone else,
she may slowly fade, vanish;
Just like no one else,
she may open the door,
see the truth for herself,
never to come back.
To My Kid
Child, watch your mouth,
get rid of that filth.
There’s more to life than
the a’s and the b’s
the f’s and the s’s.
Child, save your words,
get a vocabulary mouthwash.
I’d rather have you
be discerning than trying to do so,
emphasize with a world, not one word,
than wasting articulation.
Should I continue organizing my room or should I sleep.
I don’t even know anymore… Ugh x_x
We are so used to chasing,
chasing those who reject us,
while constantly ignoring the one
who deserves all
Introduced to the world,
of royal blood, a pure heart,
but to die for one not worthy
Never did he do anything sinister
but they decided to victimize him
with piercing pain, the risk of losing his life,
surrendering all he has.
He did not deserve it,
No greater love is there,
than that of he who
would lay down his life
and give up all he has for you.
As for me, it only makes sense
to put him first
before any other man,
before any relationship
for he loved me before anyone did.
Whenever I feel lonely,
envying those around me,
I am reminded of he who saves,
he who loved me first.
This is why
I shall be patient,
I shall wait,
for the one he has chosen for me.
At The Stop Light
Placed in a transit bus,
Stopped before the white line,
two lanes away,
her yellow bus.
She turned her head to the right,
He, to the left, concurrently
Lips, both reaching for their ears,
an old friend.
Countless memories in
a few seconds.
She turned away,
then back to where he was,
She shed a tear, a faint smile to
an empty seat.
(Source: serendipity-precious, via danaegabriel-deactivated2013050)
It’s surprising how moments fly by,
how they run away, pushing you to the next.
It will always be there, change,
and the moments will never let you stay the same.
Though they break your heart,
though they leave you hanging,
each one will emboss memories;
your almost-first kiss, the warmth of his hands,
the tempo of your heartbeat at that time,
when his arms are around you—
memories forever engraved in you.
Years, they change,
but they never change the things of the past
I am a princess of dark skin,
the daughter of an Ethiopian king,
enslaved by an Egyptian.
Cursed with great afffection,
or what you call love
ith an enemy;
specifically the one who is commanded
to kill my father.
I am trapped with a decision,
of whom shall I prove my faithfulness to,
Ramades, or my dear father?