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I am done tonight
figuring out why
the world keeps moving
and winds keeps blowing
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I am done tonight
figuring out why
the world keeps moving
and winds keeps blowing
......
Pagod na ako.
5am
If I die would anyone couldn't forget me? or anyone couldn't get over the pain of losing me so suddenly? Just like how I couldn't forget all the saddness and the pain? If I kill myself now? Is it even worth it?
062918 Graduation Ball
and how broken you are.
Anong oras na at gising ka pa?
Mga luhang ayaw magpapigil agos
ang tumutulak sa mga matang
pagod at yamot.
Mga hikbing paos na paos
naguunahang matapos
sa kawalan nang hingang
iyong ginapos.
Karamay ang buwan sa
dilim at saradong kwarto
napagtanto
anong hirap makamit ang
mapayapang tulog.
Do you write things
about me, too?
Because I could have
spent a lifetime
reading those words
even if it breaks me
more than what
it could have done
to you.
Strangers, Prose and Poetry//ma.c.a
- Love Mode by Snow
I will always love how the sun set. It always remind me of the end, the end of all the things that inflicted pain to us.
Goodbye
I don't want to believe that we reach the end when we always thought that it will be forever. It is sad to see that we drift away to each other when I thought we are holding each other tightly. I know we will both regret this sad goodbye. Everytime and moments we spent together will always be a treasure in my heart. To see us turn this way is a big heartbreak but we both know we need to let go. To let go of all the frustation and dissapointment of what we expect to each other. I'm sorry that I lost myself for awhile that I will lose you forever. I'm sorry that this pain you in anyway. I'm sorry that all the promises we have won't make it. But I'm always thankful for you, for without you I don't think I can make it to where I'am now. I will always pray for your happiness.
She stop.
Whatever
I think the universe hates me that whatever I do it’s always turns into crap!
#NATCON2018 at University of Sto. Thomas
A song to be
The wind whisper to me
The sound of the east sea
singing to a lonely beat
that no ones seems to heard
'I'm supposed to be your blessing'
the east sea keep singing......
-when your out of words in the middle of writing it. I still really need to improve everything 😂
Nonsense
I blame you for the pain
you inflicted to my soul
The distance you draw between us
burns to ash the love you have never return
The sky saw the smoke and it pours me the lavish love I've wasted
It drowns me until I feel clean
And over and over it never stops
It always build the same wall that repeatedly blinds me
to the tea you made me taste.
Why do you never hear this?
business: I can't afford to pay my employees a living wage.
free market conservatives: Lazy! If you can't afford one of the basic expenses of running a business, you shouldn't be running a business. Go back to school and learn how to run a business! Get a better business model! Why should you expect the rest of us to prop up your failure by feeding and clothing the employees YOU can't pay for with our tax money?
Land me, she says, where love
Shows but one shaft, one dove,
One heart, one hand.
—A shore like that, my dear,
Lies where no man will steer,
No maiden land.
love at sea by Algernon Charles Swinburn