December 2011
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1/1/12 12:00 a.m Happy New Year :)
Dear You,
There are many things I would like to tell you, but I cannot find the right words to truly express what I feel. I guess what they say was right, “Forgive and forget.” But you see, I cannot forget. Who would forget all those things that happened between us? If they were in my place, I’m pretty sure they will be haunted by the memories we both made. I’m pretty sure...
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There are late night conversations that I wish would happen again. You know, that it’s not just a one night thing? I like talking to you. But you know what, I’m scared that you don’t want to talk to me anymore. I’m scared that I don’t really interest you, and talking to me would be nothing but a waste of your time. Maybe it really is just for a night.
Far too often do we leave emotional and mental scars on one another without realizing just how much we can damage another individual. Love seems to get the best of us and in the midst of all the wonders and mystics, we end up turning into monsters. Retaliation and bitterness to infidelity and dishonesty—traits we would have never wanted to carry in our hearts take over even the kindest souls. Many...
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My words are little
In amount for such a large
Scale of emotion
At this ungodly hour, I can pretty much go on and on about how I feel and most people still won’t get it. You don’t get it. You don’t have the slightest clue as to what it’s like to look at you and see the same tragic truth, that no matter what, I’d love you in the same devastating manner as I have since the moment I realized I couldn’t love anyone else. You don’t know what it was like to...
I really think I’m weird. When I differentiate how guys here in my place act and how I act, it’s very different. No, I’m not gay or anything. I just think I’m weird, a little different from the others. Guys here get every hot chick that they see. Guys here do “cool” stuff such as drinking and smoking. Guys here are heart breakers. Guys here take risk and do...
If you look through my eyes, into my soul, you’ll see something today. You’ll see a man, a life, faith, hope, maybe even charity—not the condescending poor-little-old-you type of charity, but Paul’s type: the love of mankind. It’s there today, sparkling behind these see-through eyes.
If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging...
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This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I...
Dear Kyle,
Hello. Move the fuck on! Are you dumb? Why can you not accept the fact that it’s over? Sure you’re happy and all, but we both know that deep inside you’re still hoping for her to come back. Can you not see that you are not going to get back your relationship with her? It’s fucking over, said and done with. You might wanna move on. You’re young, and there...
I’ll tell you right now that, despite old cliches, it does not get easier day to day. People say that to comfort you when they have no idea how else to make you feel better. They want to give you hope, to provide some sort of age-old wisdom that will keep you looking forward to the morning light. “Today, I am absolutely miserable, but tomorrow, I know I will feel better.” I don’t want...
Out of the billions of souls that exist in the world, there must exist among them countless ones that you could love. You have found the most perfect specimen from that group, and he loves you just as dearly and consummately as you love him. You are together as often as you need—no more, no less. When you are together, you feel the purest happiness—one untainted by lust, guilt, or...
No matter what anyone says, words are worse than sticks or stones because you can’t pull them out. You can’t forget, and there’s nothing in the world that can soften the heat of syllables and consonants and vowels wreaking havoc beneath the pillows of your lungs or the curves of your heart. Words leave the invisible scars, the ones that litter the backs of your eyelids, the soft lining of your...
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What a beautiful mess this is.
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I used to be that guy who would try and impress a girl if he was interested in her—making sure his outfit was on point and favored her likes. Putting myself out there, in hopes of a mere chance for her to notice me. I used to be that guy who felt insecure about himself, because he didn’t equalize anywhere near to the people surrounding him. I used to be that guy who hated himself, because he felt...
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I loathe myself because I am so easily moved by people. I do not know how to half-ass relationships, it is not in my nature to love people by halves. If I am your friend, if I know my sense of friendship with you is mutual, I am there until circumstances or events make it impossible for me to be present. And so I listen to the lies and the deception people spew from their mouths carelessly,...
“Look, other bands, they want to make it about sex or pain, but you know, The...”
– Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist
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He liked to sit on the windowsill of their bedroom window, soaked in the early morning light and acoustic guitar in hand; maybe because he looked angelic like that, but he never really consider himself much of much at all. When she let the words traverse the curves of her tired lips, he shook his head and talked about how beauty only came to those who squandered their youth trying to impress the...
Anonymous asked: Butterflies don't know the color of their wings but us humans really appreciate them. Like you, not seeing your worth as great writer. :)
I’ve always wanted to be an artistic person. You know, those people who can draw that seems like they can bring it to life? Or those who are really good in singing and playing different kinds of instrument. Or maybe those people who has the passion for photography, and they develop their pictures and hang them around their room. Or those people who has the fetish for vintage memoirs such as...
Could this really be the end?
He couldn’t bear to be alone again.
And she just felt so.. hurt.
Their relationship was difficult.
She was irritated by the routine
and annoyed by the sounds he made when he was drinking.
She would get upset so quickly.
And he seldom said anything about anything.
When he watched her closely,
it felt hard to believe that he had ever loved her.
Or she, him.
Her...
My philosophy teacher said that people commit suicide because they believe that things will never change. But what if it has been quite a long time, and those things really haven’t changed? Sure, you may go through some ups and downs, but what if the pain is rooted so deeply that it never really leaves? Maybe it’s possible to have a hurt that is eternal. That doesn’t mean that life would...
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What do you do when you love someone more than they love you? Do you wrap your heart in armor and push him away, lie through your teeth and make him think you don’t care to avoid getting hurt? Do you curl up until you’re so small that you’re almost invisible and hide behind blades of freshly cut grass, letting the world spin without you? Do you let salty tears leak down your cheeks and tell...
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When a girl just wants me because “I look good,” she no longer have my attention. When I hear that phrase, it disgusts me. When it comes to describing a man’s ways of attracting someone, a woman should be more than capable to say something else besides those three words.
Sometimes, I wonder what other women think of me. Not even in a sexual way or anything, just an overall view. Of how they see...
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Love is timeless. Love is immeasurable. It is the immortality of the gods in a fraction of a second in which we feel so intoxicated with love that we become divine in each other’s eyes. Love transcends distance, believe, faith, regret, guilt. Love transcends pain, deceit, and shame.
Love is more than lust. It transcends the hypothetical, the conceptual and intangible facets of life we feel and...
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She was killed in a hit and run the day before their wedding. He requested an open casket funeral.
He asked the minister to marry them, and slipped the ring on her dead finger.
“Through death, we may never apart.”
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I only blog when I want to. I think that’s important. Once I felt an obligation to keep spilling it and spilling it, churning. I think you could tell. I think you could read it and tell that it was made solely for consumption, made slightly soul-less, made slightly taste- and odor-less by the requirement. This isn’t a required project to force. This isn’t of mighty importance. Not to me. Not...
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Watch me as I fall to the water calling. Watch me...
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The late night whispers don’t reach your ears, the nervous breaths of air I exhale in the moments where I don’t know what to say gets lost in the static of the telephone line. What I want to say has become a handkerchief encapsulating my voice and nothing else can quite find a way out. My heart’s muffled beating leaves my mouth dry and my lungs aching. So I ask you once more how your day...
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I could not endure the weight of desire, instead, I was overcome by its potency in which knowing you gave me both pain and happiness, pleasure and remorse. It was both overflowing and calm, captured by paroxysms of realizing the discrepancy between sweet disillusionment and the reality I knew to be true. My hesitation cast doubt upon the sincerity of my inclination, but I did not know how to rid...
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A bird may love a fish monsieur, but where would they live? Just as the Moon may love the Sun, but could never meet together in the sky. Just as an Angel may love a Demon, but would forever be separated by the expanse of earth between Heaven and Hell. Just as a Flame may love the Rain, but could never survive in the very presence of its beloved lest it risk his own fire and his very existence....
And only when
He stopped to care
Did she realise that
He was there.
Be with me, stay with me, walk with me. Not in such a way that you walk advancing ahead of me, that permits my eyes only to linger upon the sight of the cold lingering shadows of your back, turned away in obscurity; nor in a manner that you would walk behind me— only provoking me to lose sight of what lies ahead that I might crane my strained neck to look behind at you and all of my agonizing...
For the most part our ideas of love are romanticized fantasies with emphasis on what appears to appeal to the mass. As people start to place value on settings and their surroundings, they forget that love happens anywhere and everywhere. As they start to intensify what they’ve heard and have seen on television, they forget that those were written and created by another person. We want to have a...
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Have you ever had someone come along and destroy your walls, rip them apart, brick by brick, and then get close to you? Walls are crucial to keeping things out, but they also keep things in. What would you do if someone did that? What would you say if someone came along and destroyed your walls and tried to get close? What if I cared about you, and made you believe it? What if I make you smile?...
I miss you. I regret the seconds I wasted when I was with you. Maybe within those seconds, I could’ve asked more questions about you. I could’ve reminded you again on how much I love you. I could’ve sing you another song. I could’ve made you laugh more. I could’ve hear your voice more. I could’ve said sweet things that I know will make you flutter. I regret not...
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Pride can stand a thousand trials The strong...
What I hate about going through break ups, what I hate about to love and lose, is the fear of going through the same thing again. The fear of loving again.
I don’t believe in relationships that begin with people preemptively choosing their partner based on appearance. Guys and girls alike do this perpetually; they pick the person saying, “That guy or girl is cute, I want that person”. Then flirt outrageously to achieve their pursuit of a relationship based solely on the physicalities of the person, and in the end when their relationship falls apart...
Distance
I pretend this distance doesn’t matter, like its only a foot too far. But I’ve memorized the number, cut it down to size. It’s far enough away from me, that it hurts just to know. If I could wipe my memory of the number, I’d happily let it go. Life isn’t that simple for me, there is no memory wiping machine. So I’m stuck with this number, this distance too far. Every second I go without you, its...
I wish I was good enough from the start. Then maybe you’d fight for me.
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This head is full of treacherous thoughts better left unsaid.
My mind is full of miserable memories better left unread.
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Dearest,
This will be my last letter to you. Hello, love. Thank you for everything. Thank you for the memories. Thank you for making me feel love.
We are officially done. But I hate you. I hate you for leaving me. You promised a lifetime. You promised your hand in the altar. You promised family. You promised memories. And now, all those are gone. I planned out a future together, but now that’s all...
If I were Romeo.
We are parted by a roomful of tense smiles, but I catch your eyes, discreet, and send to you a kiss along the wire. Together we gravitate, mediate, two twin halves of jarring hemispheres; misfitted, warring contours, divide and conquer. Keep to our sides of the sky, yet we orbit the same moon like satellites bound by our course of gravity; and maybe later we’ll collide in celestial alignment,...
Good.
She can’t remember the last time a man touched her like that. For years now the only time a man has touched her was in passion. Sex, groping, making out. Those are things she understands. But this, this is something different. All he did was brush the hair out of her face. But it was gentle and the way he looked into her eyes when he did it whispered, “I care about you,” instead of, “Wanna fuck?”...