denting reality with bits of imaginary imagery

Thoughts hidden within the depths of simplistic narrations of my story. I'm a drifter, always hovering, exploring all possibilities in life.

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Pseudo-reality From Word Wars

The rough tumble of words in haste

confirmed the earthly suspicion

about your sudden detachment

on what's supposed to be

a passionate camaraderie between us.

The words burst in ardent flames

licking my inflamed tongue,

knocking me off-balance

and robbing me off from speech.

You extinguished me from lashing back at you.

And I see myself falling, falling

in the abyss of your dismissal, 

caged in iron-bars of self-loathe

but not before I take the risk

of hanging myself in a limbo

that not even your accusations can break.

[pleasesoar-blog]

Being normally detached, I realized that I don't want any involvement from the people I know to the only thing I'm attached to.

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Thorns and Roses

I ask him,

"When's your birthday?"

for I wanted to give him a gift,

a small token that would console

his wounded spirit

But he shrugged and answered

in a careless manner that startled me,

"That day when my throat hurt."

Coming from a five-year old kid

I don't want to lead myself to believe.

But I can't.

I found myself believing

that he was a young warrior

honestly facing a battle

without running away to hide the ugly scars

that made him miserable..

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The Limbo

The cunning presence of coldness gripped me and I felt myself falling in a limbo where nothing mattered but nothingness. I strayed my eyes to see something but ended up stuck with nothing. I am cold and alone with the fearless guilt gnawing every part of me. But it didn't really matter. 

The cold seeped through my sensitive skin and woke me from my slumber. And here I was, waking up with the reality that I could never really do anything but wait until my redemption come and save me.

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On the Eve of Tonight

I'm going to cradle your head in my lap

and brush away the strands that messed your face.

I'm going to push away the coldness you felt

by showering you the warmth of my presence.

For when she left you

I had adored you more

and when she whispers you goodnight

I weep silently.

You are always going to be that little boy

that I will love

like how a mother would to her child. 

[weirdprincess]

MAMA

Blasphemy calls

and ravage the innocent

lips of the creature that held

the head of a serpent and body

of a nymph.

Anonymous, they called him.

Nostradamus, they named afterwards.

His words straddled the purity

of the strange maiden

and brought angry tears

to the weeping sky.

[pleasesoar-blog]

My Redemption

I love this kind of silence. The quiet footsteps towards the apocalypse will save me from the downpour of the raging pressure that has built up against the dam inside my chest. I am free in this wilderness of silent screams and quiet explosions of ideas that regarded even Polpot or Hitler to shame.

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Tonight

We are going to write

the story of the world

through our tears

and occasional dips

to pain.

A lesson on chances,

of trial and error

and bargains

proved we are young.

So when the sun

drifted to sleep later

we'll whisper goodbye

to that one who got away.

[pleasesoar-blog]

Charity case kasi kita, ano ba.

Minsan, maiisip mo na ang maraming mga tao sa mundo mo ay tinitake for granted ka lang. Masaklap. Karamihan pa, kaibigan mo.

Kaibigan mo eh.

Kaya okay lang daw.

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Crisp News

The letters from the spilled ink

created the words

that define humanity.

A prose that dictates

social reality

and a melody

that soothe

the seeping pain of unrequited

camaraderie.

I am sorry.

Blunt nails dig 

the truth behind

the death of Eve.

[pleasesoar-blog]

I'm leaving AFF for good.

It's hard to explain.

I did made a point that I'll be leaving the site because of some personal reasons. I really don't know how to explain this. I don't want to go but I have to. I've said it before that if the place gets too difficult for me to handle, I can't stay. I don't like losing myself in the process. I don't like getting influenced, because I influence, remember?

I wanted to apologize...really, really apologize. I shouldn't have lead you on like that. But there are so many great daragon writers out there that I felt that it's okay to leave. But some people are just too good and nice, their words almost made me waver from my decision.

But I couldn't. Which is why I'm asking for people to understand me.

I am selfish because I know it's all about me. 

Every writer has a persona other than the one he/she uses while he/she is writing. My other persona is very emotional, whiny, talkative, stressed and everything that is my writer persona complement. I always have this mental battle within me.

I am not used to it that's why maybe I am running away. Maybe I am a coward. or maybe I am protecting myself too. Every people faces a personal dilemma, or a drama to be precise. But let's accept that it's how the world goes.

Writing is like a drug. I couldn't stop writing. But like any other writers out there, I aim to influence not be influenced. I can't color my write-ups with biases that I might regret someday.

I know it doesn't make any sense. But I have to stop. And stop, I will.

[pleasesoar-blog]

Hoping for Hope

The floor creaked as

the midget entered the hall

where everybody was waiting.

The eyes were empty,

the body was weightless

but as my gaze darted

to the the midget's lips

I see a clown's smile 

that seems to cover

the agony of the whole town.

[pleasesoar-blog]

On the Spring of Sunset

-a private forum I made on lefora for my friends.

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Randomized.

You know the feeling of wanting to cry for no apparent reason?

I was all like that today.

People always put up with all the shit's happening around me and I don't have any other way to show my gratitude but let them know that I appreciate it and I'm happy about it.

But there are times that you feel lonely despite the healthy amount of people around you.

And this is not some drama shit in a sitcom or a movie or a freaking novel.

This is real life where people get real crazy about their life and craves for real company and unwarranted attention with all the hype around.

I couldn't explain it.

I wanted to cry but I'm not pretty sure of my reason for it.

I feel lonely when I can drag my phone up and dial some numbers to get myself a company.

It is when I wanted to be alone but I don't want to be at the same time.

This is crazy.

Really, really crazy.

However; this time around I couldn't offer a remedy to my problem. For a moment I don't want to think of anyone else but me. People drive me crazy withe their complexity and the way their convoluted mind made things twisted.

I want to think of myself but right now...it has seemed to me that I might have forgotten about it.

I might have forgotten how to deal with my life since I was so busy with dealing with other people.

I blame no one. 

I wouldn't go anywhere projecting the blame on anyone or anything for the matter.

Ahhh. My thoughts are jumbled right now. 

See, it's really randomized.

[pleasesoar-blog]

Question: What if nobody reads your work?

That's the point itself. If we're really serious with this, it would not be about who reads and who does not...it's about why we write. Are we just gonna write because we have readers? We have audience?

In the first place, let's ask ourselves, who're we really writing for.

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{thoughts} Bruxism

I know it's weird but during the time I've written bruxism, I was itching to write an angst multi-chaptered story about a character struggling to fight a disease but eventually die.

However; I don't what possessed me to make it fluff. It was also supposed to be a fanfic for Gakuen Alice but I couldn't help but make a daragon version. That's why it was highly unlikely for Dara to wear skirts and for Bom to think about money alone. They were quite OC on that part.

Anyway, bruxism has always been my problem. And during the time I was writing the fanfic, were the same time my roomie told me about my bruxism escapades every night. I'm so embarrassed but I figured, why not write about it and see if people experiences things the way I experience them? And so I did.

And also because I was quite tired of seeing Jiyong portrayed as this handsome womanizer, childish, too cheerful and all that--I tried to make his character a bit mysterious, playful but not overly cheerful, cold but not harsh--you imagine it.

Dara's character had also evolved from being weak, feminine into something more boyish and strong--though she has tendencies to become clumsy and think like a girl.

Bruxism is an experiment to fluff and to change of characters. I've enjoyed writing it because I can relate to it. And I'm glad that people had learned something from me (the grinding of teeth is a disease called bruxism, yes) and that some can even relate to it.

The reason why I really love feedbacks is the the same reason why I write. I like to communicate, to see if the people reading my narratives can actually relate, can actually understand, can actually feel the emotions I wanted to convey. It was really a good thing writing it out that I've very thankful to those who've taken their time and read the story.

I hope I was able to explain well, why I chose the situation to happen and why I made their characters look like that. Thank you! :)

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{thoughts} Law of Diminishing Returns

This story is very, very random. I would’ve labeled it drabble if it didn’t took me days to finish it. The idea for the fanfic was sparked when my friend, a Business Management student sent me a beep about that law. I was amused to I searched it up in the internet.

Poof!

I planned the creation of the story and allowed myself to become more rebellious than usual. I was tired of the happy endings that distort our view on things. I told myself it was time to get real and understand that life is really unfair. 

And not all love stories will end the way we want it.

I was torn for I’m not sure how many days how I wanted their break-up to be. I could be really a hypocrite because despite my resolve to separate them in the end, I made  a point that there must be some believable reason why they have to break-up.

But really, though people won’t have noticed that I just defamiliarized the cliche line, “It’s not you..it’s me.” lol.

Did you notice that too? I’m sorry, my mistake. :)