beautiful sunsets need cloudy skies

Talking rigmarole Am I a sucking riffraff? Ricocheting rhymes?

You, the revulsion In reveille, you hollered shut Thine tongue muted.

Thou were revering her As I am in reverie Irrevocable.

Rustling sable sheet After thou pay the shekel Thine eyes retrospect.

I'm not really particular when did it happen Or where did I met you or even saw you I just knew it's you,you may never remind the scene But, all I know is that I missed those eyes I can still commemorate how those eyes made my day I can't be wrong when I say  "That forehead was the one I ought to kiss first in the morning" I still remember the feeling when those fingers intertwined mine I can remember your smile--that glasgow smile I always seek But until now, I do not know who are you I once saw your photo when I am streaming down the line Delving am I in strict phase but your being can't be forgotten by my synapses even in a minute time Then I muttered,"How can a photo make me so insane?" Thus, I came to a theory that maybe you're someone from my past Reincarnation at its finest Maybe I am not really a sapiophile or whatever I call myself Maybe I just branded myself as such to free my mind from a stupefied imagery Or maybe...

I found what I want Is the one I cannot have Then I'll only live on your wake Tell myself to end the story But I couldn't find a better man to let me go

Drawn in bed Eyes closed Mouth muted Hands paralyzed Here I am hanged in gloom in folded limbs Pulsated wrists triggering blood to bleed Drenched in deep waters,I yelled,nobody cared Thinking over and over until my nerves blast Asking why or how in rhetoric Without answers to be told For answers were questions, too

I'll never have to cry  each night if my abracadabra worked I'll never need to feel the abrasion I've got from two walls abreast And though my heart weakens,I'll not abrogate these urges Because it's the reason I am living-'tis my nature to be in love amid a broken and swollen cardia with pus I'm perplexed  by your definite abstruse That even your abysmal mind was inexplicable,I'll reach for its depth Even your meaning of fathom draws chasm Neither edges nor limits  can obstruct thee--high  and dry If only would I not violate any law,I'll hijack thou heart for my gaiety Now that I 'm the Hiroshima overwhelmed by you--the a-bomb Thus,Newton's third law was been on our sides Have you remember the action-interaction, hombre? This poetry seemed to be a hodge-podge Full of hocus-pocus to hoist as if a hoarfrost My brain was also a mess beneath a hallow-eyed face I really want to crack a holler but I can't Crushing thine sel...

Why is it that after we have gone to Cloud 9, we cry? Is that how happiness' cycle goes? Isn't it okay if we still feel that same feeling even clock ticks infinitely? I am used to play puns and anagrams I often use words to construct your very parts But why can't I do a structure of my own I don't know why I am uttering letters of vain Sometimes,I am shaking my head to free myself from my version of martyrdom But I can't help it Call me "Hopeless" but I'm drowned in deep waters As always I'm grasping for any thread so I could hold      my breathe or the assurance or even just a promisory note But I have no privilege to ask so I know I'll take a plea for you to see me With palms attached right before my chest, I'll exclaim those words you long to hear from her Not to please you But, I want to unlock the cage of the flock of deceased affection I hid for many months that I am thinking about how you been doing.

Just a glimpse, I saw Hope springs in your lonely eyes She's back in your league

I'll kept my mouth shut Write letters on words;not speak For thou not be creeped

I need some brave lips Lacquered not by white lies Those hurtful truths will do

I might have to wait For tens of years in vain lane It's hard yet I'll still

After my sixth time reading your lines A thought came to mind People see things differently And people are we,with opposite views towards love and life People are we who breathes the same air But the air we breathe are filtered Sorted yet assorted We choose sometimes to hold our breathes to escape from the reality that love is cruel and is suffocating People are we who eats the same leaves Swaying by the wind as if living along with the current But most of us are hypocrites whop chose to join the flock of fools We chose to be defeated by our emotions caused by heart We let our mouths utter another dose of bullshit apologies and acceptance Thinking that them [people we loved] will never do the breaking again But we are wrong We're hurting all over again Because they did the same thing again But,as always,people are we who pronounced the creed At the front of the altar with a vow And people are we and people MUST forgive Because that's what love is--it alw...

Waiting for eons Drawn in silent ambiance Suddenly,sans fright

Lost I am in gloom After you flip-backed your words You took ground and leave

Damsel in distress; Battle-scarred in aceldama Would your sword save her?

Think.what lies ahead? Will your heart reciprocate? Or will I cry then?

Look at that girl- she  seems to know everything. She must be so smart. There's no way she could have anything but straight As- I wish I could get those grades. Look at her over there in  Debate. She must be so confident about herself. Look at her laughing over there. She must be so happy. Look at her volunteering over here. She must care so much- her resume is gonna look amazing. Listen to her jokes- she's so funny. Look at her smile- it could never be anything but fake. She must be the luckiest girl in the world. What could ever be wrong? Here's what I don't know about her. That girl thinks she's so ugly- she just wishes she could be prettier. That girl is lying about her grades- she's far from smart and thinks she's dumb. That girl has anxiety attacks in Debate and hates herself when she can't do well. That girl's laugh is fake, fake like the facade she builds to keep others out of her dark side. That g...

Do you know what it feels like. ..                ...to have someone who totally gets you?                ...to have someone who you can be yourself around?                ...to have someone who you care for like you've never care for someone before?                ...to have someone who you feel like you would do literally anything for?                ...to have someone who makes you question if it is love because you have never felt like this about someone before?                ...to have to question whether he cared about you the same?               ...to have watch his interest in you slowly decline?               ...to have to try your luck if he will text you ...

I’m hot and you’re cold, I know I can melt you,let you flow down and disappear Right in front of me—to where I stood tall You can disappear in thin air or go with your same phase that matter—the MATTER. We’re not the same,  I was made to warm up their cold hearts You’re molded to ease the heat—anger bursted. We’re meant not to touch, If you mean a jolt, I’ll die in a blink even you force a latch If I drew a yowl you’ll be ghost that can’t be seen even under divine intervention patch We’re science.  I’m an energy but you matter We’re history I’m the omega, you’re the alpha We’re at the poles  I’m in their insides to hug them You’re out there giving chills; making them numb We’re everywhere—in contrast Made to be opposite Made to feel emotions  Made to clash—as the stars prayed Made to fight We fit so right You matter so much to me Boundaries can’t spurn thee I love you, we’re not meant to be Both of us can exist without cease But we can never be WE Yo...

            Sapiophiles are people who are sexually attracted to intelligent human beings.In my case, forget the word " sexually " (lol) .  Sapiophiles were those people who actually loves brains.In reality, these people were zombies of the modern haven--as what they thought I am . Sapiophiles' hearts are not meant to beat. Their hearts does no pumping of blood but thoughts which most writers' hearts ought to do. Their hearts are cruel because oftentimes they judge and that's why they have been mistaken as perfectionists but many people do not know why how their hearts work and they do not know how my heart did . Sapiophiles are sad people.They are the hopeless romantics who ought to write the hell out of their minds to end up in vain . They are the people who were clichés almost at all times because they write what they feel wherein in that way they can let go of the places and me...

I  was touched when my youngest brother gave me a heart-shaped balloon with words such as "HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY" were printed.It's such a wonderful feeling to receive a gift in the day of the hearts.Then, I actually asked him why he gave me the thing then he replied "Kasi ate kita!"--that very phrase still lingers of my mind causing the curve in my lips not to cease.It's really marvelous how my young sib acted as the first boy to ever give me the joy that was only supposed to be felt by lovers~as how I perceived the feeling but then I have just realized that I am definitely wrong  I have been staring outside my window thinking and realizing that sometimes, the love your heart needed will not come from those people you are giving your full attention to, sometimes, the love you need was just around the corner, you just do not know.

I don't care...                      even if you'll going to reject me or what                      about how your words pierce thine heart                      what were those things you rant                      what on your life would be my part                      even if you'll just going to read my messages--no replies                      if you'll just ignore my life updates                      how uneventful your life is                      if you'll not gonna read my tweets               ...

What is an "instant" death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous

“When adults say, "Teenagers think they are invincible" with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don't know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.”  ―   John Green ,  Looking for Alaska

“He was gone, and I did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized: that I forgave him, and that she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth. There were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. Things that did not go right, things that seemed okay at the time because we could not see the future. If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can’t know better until knowing better is useless. And as I walked back to give Takumi’s note to the Colonel, I saw that I would never know. I would never know her well enough to know her thoughts in those last minutes, would never know if she left us on purpose. But the not-knowing would not keep me from caring, and I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.”  ―  John Green ,  Looking for Alaska

“If you develop an eating disorder when you are already thin to begin with, you go to the hospital. If you develop an eating disorder when you are not thin to begin with, you are a success story.”