The Tragedy of The Subconscious Memory

Forever a frustrated writer

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What a beautiful mind.. Keep writing!

On it, stranger. Thanks for the reminder that at least, at some point, I’m doing something “beautiful”. I miss my old self, or maybe I should start doing that again?

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You are the reason for the opposite polarity of the fireworks, for my emotions I'm fucking torn But I can't write Not anymore

mhr, 2017

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"Is It Time To Meet God Yet?”

by yours truly

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For the longest time

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How are you now hans? Hope you won't ignore this again.

Hello there! Have I been ignoring ask posts? :( Never my intention really but I’m doing well thank you for asking! Been focused on catching Pokemons lately hahaha that’s what’s up. How about you? Have a nice day! :)

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A Taste of New Kapampangan Musicians Binge

Rapidly consuming excessive amounts of music and silliness, we dive in to the story of this new band from Pampanga.

Keep reading

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Hell yes!!!

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Smoking cigarettes Just to look at the night sky Waiting for the shooting stars To fall and spill my mind

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What could possibly be more perfect 

Than us?

“Lily”

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Contemporary Plot

Our lives was nowhere near foolproof

Crowning with the most inaccurate description of ideal

Nor our tangled minds knitted inside each other’s imagination

Through the black mirror and the 21st century inventions

Which rest unto our palms and fingertips

And our longing silence we sailed along our sinking ships

Was lost, found, and managed to get lost again

Along the way

In the vastness of our lives we succumb 

And the center of our egos we fall 

If this is what you call ‘pride’ then I don’t wanna be proud 

I’d rather live inside my mind and slowly rot and die 

Than walk another blinding lie 

That you’re no longer sturdy enough to be my sanctuary 

With your feet on the ground 

Stumbled across the room where the air we breathe 

And burdens we carried are deeply sealed 

And buried, 

Lies my hopes and bones

And the letter that I manage to write 

For four years 

Which reads 

“....That you will always be my home”

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You can't run away from your past, no matter how hard you try. Sorry but you just cant

Come to think of it, I’m not trying to run away from the past, or everything that happened. At some point I’m glad they did happen because as cliche as this might sound, I believe I wouldn’t be me right now if it weren’t for the struggles and stuff. At some point I want to correct some things in the past but that’s impossible (for now) but you know, I try my hardest to take one step at a time and focus on the now and not on the past and just a little bit in the future. Hmm did I ever say I was running from my past or even ashamed of it? Maybe regrets here and there but in general I’m fucking glad I am myself, no one else.

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When will you write again?

I’ve been writing, but not recently coz ever since I enrolled in my Summer Class everything went to shit. I don’t even have the time to achieve a decent sleep. I’ve been writing but I don’t really feel like posting them. And I don’t have much time in my hands right now to write something “Tumblr worthy”. It really sucks to be held in like some sort of captivity and not be able to fully express yourself, especially if it’s the one thing you love to do the most. But I’ve been more active in creating music so, why don’t you give it a try and listen to them? :)

Don’t worry, I’ll be able to post something again and thank you for asking, and I’m guessing you have read some of my stuff so, for that I thank you as well. 

Have a great day, fellow ape :) 

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I do not know if it's just me but why do I feel like you despise my presence?

What makes you say that? I don’t remember being rude to anyone recently. Besides, I don’t just randomly despise people unless they really bother/annoy people including myself so..

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Something new, and I’m pretty sure you know what to do

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What's it like? To be in love?

You know what it feels like?

 https://soundcloud.com/morisseyhans/how-can-you-tell-yourself-that-everythings-okay-when-your-soul-begs-to-differ

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I long for your skin You and your sorrowful lips My everyday wish

Haiku #18 

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It’s been a while

So plug your earphones in and contemplate about your life

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"Welcome To Your New Home”

2:31 a.m.

And we are back to square one, yet again,

My dear old friend

How you’ve been? How I longed for you and searched nearly every corner of the walls of my mind, for a very long time yet right now, you’re staring at my soul and I don’t like it, not one bit. A war I know I will not ever win nor even be called out as a draw, equipped with nothing but hatred and my suffocating mind I try to surrender, but you won’t let me. And that’s what I like about you, dear old friend. You’re always there, to remind me that the present state is nothing but a whole reality of my own pool of reinforced fears and a horizon of wretched tragedies, to remind me whenever I’m breathing normally that I need to take a sip from the cup of suffering and painful, the needy and grieving, the lost and empty. 

I’m in this room again, with you, with nothing more than the melodies of my heartbeat which you pointed out, touched, and whispered that it’s sickening, and indeed it’s working. Sick of my own heartbeats I try to quiet it down. 

Believe me, I tried to

Even my lungs, which I use as my shield, it’s never enough

Thank you for pointing out

That the reality 

Is a fucking joke

So maybe, just maybe, I’ll listen to you for the last time and follow you 

Through the root of this noose 

Where my fingers always linger

And let go of what I’m holding 

Just give me time, I promise

And we’ll see each other 

At the end of this line