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Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction
“What is something that you can break without keeping it?”
“-a heart”
“-a promise”
reading smut in public without showing an ounce of emotion like the lady that I am
"Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself."
The Collected Works, Franz Kafka
If reincarnation is real I wonder how many people stare at their own art in museums, listen to their own music they made in a different life and read books they don't remember writing
The Young Martyr, 1855 - oil on canvas. — Paul Delaroche (French, 1797-1856) aqua-regia009 art edits
Garden Of Woe
I’m trying to hold on a rose filled with thorns
even though it bleeds me to death.
I can’t feel the pain anymore
maybe it’s because I’m used to it
but maybe because I’m so close to death.
The rose’s smell gives me life
It returns the soul it took just like a silent apology
I can feel the pain now
Am I healing or is the pain that I ignored ,too much to ignore anymore?
I made you my temple, my sky
Now I’m begging for a pray that shows your love
They expected me to find another garden
But how could I find, when I still have the smell of your garden on me?
Your are out there building other worlds now
But where am I?
Don’t want no other shade of blue
But you
No other sadness in the world
Would do
I’m the ash from your garden fire
No past, no reason why
Just you and me and maybe this is the last time I’m asking you to be
I can write a whole essay about the secret history,
It’s my holy book now. I’ll do a re-read in a month.
Their souls were familiar yet their body's were unfamiliar just as much…
Sometimes home is a person they said, then why did you left me homeless?
You, go talk to the stars,
Tell them my mistakes,
Tell them how much you love me,
Tell them how much it hurts,
I’ll dive into dreams,
Let me find wisdom in them.
“Don’t hurt your heart” you said,
Without knowing it’s too late.
Guilt,
I asked myself, what kind of feeling is it?
I found the answer again in myself.
Is this love, is this pity?
I don’t know the answer.
Now you go talk the stars,
I’ll go talk to my dreams,
Maybe we both can find the answer,
Are we halfway through or,
Are our story is finished?
Do we deserve a new chapter?
A white clean page to continue our story,
We should ask ourselves,
Do I deserve you, you should ask yourself,
Now go, talk to the stars,
Let them curse me,
For protect you from falling into same mistakes
But would you listen to them this time?
Would you do that to me?
I don’t know,
Could you do that to the little girl,
Who doesn’t know her own feelings yet?
You, go talk to the stars,
Tell them my mistakes,
Tell them how much you love me,
Tell them how much it hurts,
I’ll dive into dreams,
Let me find wisdom in them.
“Don’t hurt your heart” you said,
Without knowing it’s too late.
Guilt,
I asked myself, what kind of feeling is it?
I found the answer again in myself.
Is this love, is this pity?
I don’t know the answer.
Now you go talk the stars,
I’ll go talk to my dreams,
Maybe we both can find the answer,
Are we halfway through or,
Are our story is finished?
Do we deserve a new chapter?
A white clean page to continue our story,
We should ask ourselves,
Do I deserve you, you should ask yourself,
Now go, talk to the stars,
Let them curse me,
For protect you from falling into same mistakes
But would you listen to them this time?
Would you do that to me?
I don’t know,
Could you do that to the little girl,
Who doesn’t know her own feelings yet?
The storms of wrath were brewing in the deafening, terrifying yet peaceful silence of death.
Okay so I finished the song if Achilles and I’m crying my ass off, I’m literally sobbing like a baby. My heart got broke. Maddy girl wtf did you dooo! It was awesome. I’m just gonna go and cry harder soo toodles
I want to be loved, Is this too much for my mortal existence?