February 2012
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Let me.
I want to slow dance in the middle of the street as if the night belonged to no one but us. Have my hands on your waist and let me gaze into your eyes as I start to formulate a million different words to describe such a night. The music in which will direct our movements will be our heartbeat. Listen. Isn’t such symphony beautiful to the ears? Let us own this night because foreign souls won’t be...
Everything was still. I heard the leaves rustle outside of my bedroom window as my curtains embrace the effortless breeze of another day. I hid from the sunlight, too afraid to face the world at the moment. Therefore I remain hidden beneath my bedsheets, too tired to sit on the computer, too restless to even try. It’s taken a toll on me. It’s easy for anyone to mutter the worlds “It will be okay”...
I am the dust that rests upon your favorite novel. I am the ink that penetrates into the notebook pages as you would ventilate, leaving secrets upon my canvas. Your words of pain, joy, indifference, love, frustrations and such has permanently carved itself onto my skin and I wear my flesh like the latest trend. Share with me your darkest desires and your brightest dreams. I am the tears that fall...
Sometimes, it’s not about what you can offer to the other individual. In the chase of love, whatever formula we have doesn’t always suit the proper problem. A person can give the woman all the seafood in the world, but it wouldn’t mean a thing if that woman was allergic to it. People are like puzzle pieces, except it is much more complex than a simple thousand missing ones, because this involves...
Love is when I see other girls, and then you come into my mind.
love lingers like the taste of smoke after the rain has washed the fire away.
I used to think that stars were invincible. As distant and as dangerous as long-forgotten gods, they felt your every breath and they watched your every move. But then you taught me about supernovae, so I turned away from the fraying edges of space, still chasing that image of immortality. I learned to lean on the trunks of redwoods and listen to the base of mountains. I placed my faith and my...
They say that when you love someone, you should not love with your all. That you should reserve some for yourself because when the relationship ends, you would be left with nothing.
But the thing is, if the love that’s been said is genuine you just can’t help yourself but to love with your all. It’s not a choice, it’s just an involuntary act. Because sometimes, it feels...
We were walking down the sidewalk, our hands laced together, when it started to snow. I looked at you and you smiled that reckless grin, and in that moment, I couldn’t imagine how life could be any more beautiful.
Hand and Heart
Hold up your right hand and focus on nothing more than your right hand and my left hand. Use as much of your imagination as possible, please, and however contrived and redundant some of this might seem, please, bear with me. Pretend that you are your right hand, and I am my left hand. Ignore your wrists, your forearms, your shoulders, everything but your right hand. Do you see my hand across the...
I believe that the extraordinary is possible. No matter how much you’ve been hurt, there are still good things that comes in your way and it’s not meant to hurt you again. Love can endure all hardships. With trust and honesty, that love can go a long way. I believe that people can achieve all that they desire as long as they work hard for it and not give up. There is hope for mankind....
“Writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being...”
– Charles Bukowski
And I have pondered that no one searches for me, no one wonders where I am. I can stay home for weeks, and no one would bother ask where I have been in those times that I’m gone. No one would ask because no one noticed. Therefore I conclude that when I suddenly disappear from this world, no one would know, no one would notice, no one would search for my body.
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I’m so drawn to her
She wears beauty like her shirt
sunshine as toothpaste
Thoughts
And as he left, he thought only of her. He thought of the thousands of times he had the chance to say what he wanted to say to her. He thought of all those times he swore she looked as if all she wanted was a kiss, from him. He thought of the times he froze up in mid-conversation because he made her laugh or smile and couldn’t help but to stare at her simple beauty, forgetting the next words he...
I push people away, then I get gloomy when they don’t turn around to come back.
I want to kiss you. It’s not just a simple kiss that leads to deep, intimate kissing. It’s not just for the desire of lust. It’s more than that. I want to kiss you because I love you so much that there are no words enough to express how I feel. All that is left to do is to show you how much I love you through actions. I feel that we are not close enough to each other. I want to kiss you deep as if...
I have a tendency to cling myself to the girl I love, really clingy. I always want to be with that person all the time, or talk to that person day and night. When we don’t talk even for just a few hours, I miss her instantly. But the thing is that I don’t let her know how much I want to talk to her all day long, or how much I miss her even when we just talked a few hours ago. I...
I have this fear of trusting people. That everytime I make friends, I don’t fully trust them with all of me. I’ve encountered so many people who broke my trust that it’s hard to tell if one of them would do the same deed. I’m careful at telling my secrets. I don’t share my darkest stories that happened in my past. I’ve been hurt so many times as I child that I’ve learned to not fully trust anyone...
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Why Do You Write?
His muses sing: You write
because you are home to words
that seek sunlight
and need air.
His maker sneers: You write
because you are frightened
that...
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I see the way he looks at her, blue eyes tracing the entirety of her body, lingering on the curves of her hips and the waves in her hair. I notice the way he slows his long, steady strides just to walk by her side, sliding his hand to the small of her back as though to hurry her along, but really just to touch her, hands itching for the soft skin beneath the fabric of her t-shirt. I know how he...
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The glass is half full.
I wasn’t always this pessimistic and negative.
Once upon a time, I was the most optimistic person you could ever meet. Sitting here now and looking back on it, it wasn’t the real me. The face of optimism was not for me, it was for those around me. I’ve always been the rational one, the mature one, the one who socially understands the right morals and common decency, the one with respect...
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Deep Conversations
I want deep conversations.
I want to feel more than just your skin and sweat, more than just the looking into what we call eyes. I want more than just to taste the sweet kisses of your lips, to see more than just the beautiful face you have. I want to feel and understand what sharpens your interest to what makes your blood boil. I want to know more than just what you do and how you do it; I want...
I’m starting to like being outside—to socialize with people, to laugh, to admire the sun, the blue sky, the way trees sway when the cold wind blows. I’m starting to like the daylight, the sunrise, which is new. I’m usually the kind of person who would sleep when the sun is up, and be alive when the moon sets in. I admire the darkness, and how the stars give off a dim light....
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“Write something worth reading or do something worth writing.”
– Benjamin Franklin
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I am sick and tired of hearing people say, “You should be happy.” Yes, I have the perfect picture life any person could possibly want, but of course you don’t know what goes inside my mind. Depression loves to suck happiness out of you. Anxiety loves to implant fear in you.
Unless you have been there, you will have no idea what it feels like. Some people have felt down before, and will state that...
January 2012
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I want to practice my goodbyes in the hopes that each time will sound a little different—maybe a little less sad and more promising. I want to run my tired finger tips along the curves of your spine, feeling as your back arches in satisfaction of an assuring touch. I will memorize each rib cage, supporting the silent flutters of the butterflies claiming residence in their temporary home before you...
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I should push my thoughts of you away, and stop myself from checking your profiles, and stop feeling regretful about our past, and just completely move on from you. I have to accept what happened and that we are never going to get back together. Time elapsed and I’m never going to get that same feeling about you ever again. It’s never going to be the same, because with that time my feelings...
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In a sea of people I die of thirst. Despite having many “friends” and always being around people, I feel so alone. I feel as though I am on a different plane of existence among the people I share the same space and time with. Everything feels so jaded, artificial, fake.
The smile that I have on my face every day is just for show, a mask I put on as an attempt to shield everyone from my dark...
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I wonder if you think of me, and whether you hold that phone in your hands with my number displayed. And I hope you feel guilty, and I hope you feel regret. I hope you realize that I was probably one of the best things to come your way, to love you, and I was probably one of the few that could forgive you for all the times you shut me out and all the times you broke promises. I was probably one of...
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“I don’t want to text her first.”
“I don’t want to text him first.”
End of relationship.
Nice guys rarely speak up when something bothers them, and rarely state clearly what it is they want, need, and expect. They fear that any kind of conflict might spell the end of the relationship. Instead of compromising and negotiating, they repeatedly “give in”. When she doesn’t appreciate their sacrifice, they will complain that “Everything I did, I did it for her” as if this somehow elevates...
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I need to stop caring about people who barely acknowledge my existence.
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And maybe I need
to stop thinking about you
and just set you free.
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The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don’t know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened.
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There was a time in my life where I felt a compulsive need to preserve memories. There’s two shoeboxes on my shelf full of photos and random mementos from my on going high school years—the type of stuff that’s meaningless to everyone, but the person who collects it. Nowadays I generally am more than a little bit hesitant to open them up. But of course, I do it anyway.
It makes me feel...
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“Love at first sight is an understatement. No, to me she is all five senses.”
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I love you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone ever before. You are my everything. With you, I can be myself and vice versa, and I’m not ashamed about what anyone thinks or says. I need you in my life. I want you in my life. I’m definitely staying in yours, as long as I’m welcomed. I enjoy, and always will enjoy every second spent with you. I love you, and that’s...
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It’s raining, and something about the rain drops just ignites the kept away spark in my mind, the part of my mind that yearns to write and let demons out and to escape reality for a short period of time by venting out thoughts and feelings masked subliminally under my words of choice. So even though I don’t entirely express my dark emotions directly, you can still tell the pain and sadness in my...
Deep down you know
it’s best for yourself,
but you hate the thought of them
being with someone else.
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New or secondhand, books will always be books. The content is what’s important.
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Embrace
For those who know me, I’m not the type to seek comfort, favors, and compliments from others. But you know what? Sometimes, the comforting embrace of someone who is genuinely concerned for your well-being just does the trick. No rain checks, debts, guilt. Just an honest to goodness hug that reminds you that we all make errors and at times, can’t control our tears. A hug that reinforces the fact...
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At the very least
everyone deserves someone
who will love them back
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I prefer writing fiction, about people who don’t exist and people who I can create. I don’t really enjoy writing about myself, nor raw emotion that much. It’s easier to face imaginary heartbreaks than real. And I don’t really like myself that much. To be honest, I’m flawed and kind of fake. Although, I don’t know if it’s really fake or just exploration because I can’t work out who the...