TheProudTide

A parallel world of the one existing where to exhale any amount of sighs wanted.

[karchrafael]

Thesaurus

You denied me. You denied us. I thought that there could be no words to describe the emotions I feel everytime my memory flashes back the moment when you utter the words that awakened me up from my delusion that there was something. Something we both feel. Now, just something I thought of differently. I borrowed the thickest thesaurus I was able to see in the library to look for all the strong words to draw the image of the broken letters that fractured the only thing that keeps me from being alive.

[karchrafael]

We crave shine every bleak night; lust for the hot heat the sunlight gives. The eyes ceased to see the darkness only to have a closer look at it. In the morning when the sun greets, it’s not what the heart seeks.

[karchrafael]

Rest in peace to my hopes Enclosed in a casket, Buried spontaneously Under the filthy land Of a strange cemetery.

[karchrafael]

A gander at your cover

Staggers my soul

With alluring decor

Unfolding your leaves

Makes me wonder more

Of the thread you'll weave

The tale you sketch

Diffides my own

For you spin flawlessly

Now that I know

Every bit of your narrative

I want to be a part of it

But dread fills me

For I may not be

Your puzzle piece

Uncertainties and odds

Buzz me to scribble

My feature with you in it

[karchrafael]

We were on the same torn page of a book in the restricted section of the library.

We aren’t just lost. We’re forbidden.

[karchrafael]

“Milk”

This is not your ordinary milk. I love milk, for I surely know that a glass of it before bed and your warm arms wrapped around my shivering body will never fail to put my troubled insomniac soul to sleep.

We broke up mid-July; just over the phone while I’m on the bus on my way home. Honestly, I’d like to ask you why. I just didn’t, for I know nothing or no one could answer that; not even a tome. A lot of thoughts were playing inside my head that time, so I didn’t bother bidding you goodbye.

This is not your ordinary milk. It’s your ordinary, spoiled milk. But, don’t get me wrong. I love milk, especially with you. We have had good times, yes. We have had the best sex, fucking yes! I loved you, undeniably, yes. I loved you for I surely know that your warm arms around my shivering body and a glass of milk didn’t fail to put my troubled insomniac soul to sleep. Until the day we realized we’re already at the finish line, just waiting who will actually touch the line. Now, just to sleep, I have to count infinite times of sheep.

The extraordinary milk that used to put me to sleep is the reason why I have trouble sleeping now. We really tend to keep remembering the things that remind us of someone. May it be distateful, sweet, bitter, or sour.

Now that I have forgotten how the milk tastes, might as well cast off the thought that everything we did was a waste.

I am thankful, for you made me love milk and grateful that for the longest time, I was loved. I truly loved you but I guess, I’ll be drinking the next glass without you.

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[karchrafael]

Barya Lang sa Umaga “Bayad ho,” mahinang sambit ng isang inaantok na binibining namumutok ang mukha gawa ng patung-patong na kolorete habang inaabot sa katabi ang singkwentang papel. Pikit ang mga mata sa umaga. Tuwing gabi, gising ang buong diwa. Nagbibigay ng panandaliang ligaya sa mga kliyenteng kailangang tugunan ang tawag ng laman. Ganito na umiikot ang mundo ng taong puhunan ang gawing parentahan ang katawan. Nais ko silang tanungin ‘pag may pagkakataon: kung ano sila kung nagkataon. Kung nagkataong hindi kailangang humantong sa ganito ang sitwasyon. Sitwasyong mapipilitan kang kapitan ang tanging patalim na makikita. Patalim na kahit masakit, hahawakan mo pa rin mapakain lang ang pamilya. Sa isang gabi ng hapdi, “Salamat” ang namutawi Sa akalang malaking halaga, Barya lang pala sa umaga. Image retrieved from https://www.google.com.ph/amp/s/konyosguide.wordpress.com/2012/01/20/commuting-101/amp/?source=images.

[karchrafael]

‪You’re like a snow to me.‬

It’s the end of winter, and it just came to me.

[karchrafael]

“You Can’t be the Only One” You may usually like sipping your hot tea alone, sitting by your window while listening to the heavenly music the raindrops make, but you can’t be the only one... You can’t be the only one pursuing. You can’t be the only one trying. You can’t be the only one loving. Pursue as you can’t be the only one. Try as you can’t be the only one. Love as you can’t be the only one. Live like it’s your only chance. Only then you’ll realize you’re not the only one. Image retrieved from https://www.sweetyhigh.com/read/love-rain-relate-011717.