27

Remember the days when we were Mermaids?

Your tail glowed and shined, it brightened the Sea.

I wish you were here with me.

26

Someone wise told me something I couldn't recall.

Not that I have a bad memory, just that I used to be religious, then I grew up and picked up narcissism instead.

25

It's a family affair. Loud, trouble and chaos are the main ingredients.
The only thing that's missing is me.

24

Let me tell you a story. Let me tell you what had happened. Let me drive you imagination wild so you could dwell and escape to my story for awhile.


It hasn't happen as yet.

23

Through these long lost margins of lights, you were there. I was here, bluntly praying in thoughtless pray while you are the prey.

I have erased, and rewind until the play head busted into pieces of nothingness. I stared at it with complete dazed and stunned myself to sleep.

I wished to have your heart, so I would have two instead of just one.

Recycling hearts, thus it'd be purify to make it usable again and again and again.

22

Through creation of heart, we bleed when it is ended. There are times, that we need to know just how much, how little damage has been done, but we bleed still. They are those who had suffered, they are those who conquered and they are those who are alive through bleeding.

I have no blood to shed, no tears to cry because I have bleed enough for you.

21 (My bestfriend is Beautiful.)

So, come. Let us be Beautiful.
The world is too ugly without You.

21

At some point of our lives, we have all asked ourselves 'Who am I?', 'What am I doing here?', 'What are my purposes of living?'. I have pondered myself with many thoughts that could elevate my purpose of being. I have come to no conclusion as yet. I am still in the rolling wheels, pondering and asking myself over and over. By the time I have the answer, I might have not be here, no more.

I have decided to stop asking and start doing.

20

'Life is precious, not because it’s eternal, but because it’s temporary.' said she.

She who is constantly fighting. She who has seen and done it all. She who has cancer cells in every bone, every bloodlines in her tiny body. 'There is no God. It is I who is fighting this alone. If there's God, he should have take my life right this instant, instead of bringing me more despair. Theories about how God's testing you, are bunch of bullocks. He never came when I called out for him at night or anytime when I was agonized in pain. So there. I reigns, not God.'

God, you win. Take her or let the pain ends.

19

If I haven't believed in you, haven't supported you, then I have sacrificed my imaginations on the altar of crude reality and I'd end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams.

So, go. Fly away to your dreams.
I am here.

18

By your words, I am numb. I was dumb. By your charming ways, I was whole and dubious, yet ferocious. There are many ways I have thought to end it all. So, there will be no other you.

Today is a good day for Murder.

17

I have loved you enough not to love you anymore.

16

Phone calls from old flames brought back old tears and morbid memories. I am fond of the thoughts of him calling me just to asked 'how are you? are you doing well?'. I have dreamt of this day. I have planned what would I say of this day. I didn't do it. I have failed again.

Because there is always a promise of tomorrow in his voice.

15

She likes me. She likes to touch me and feel my skin rub against her. Everytime she talks to me, she came so close I could smell her breakfast. She likes me. She likes me and she wants me to know that she likes me. She likes me until her heart is full of stones. She likes me she says whatever I touches; I reveals.

Infatuation-First Love-Lust.
I don't like her even one bit.

14

We are the selected, the majestic of the poor, the unstrung heroes of our time. We holds electra complexes within each of ancient men we slept with perpetual desires thinking it was our fathers who sung lullabies to us to sleep. We are grotesque of its political minds that could bring us profits and merely a nonconstructive blurs.

Our struggles are unjustified and formless to its degrading parlor of dirty peasants. An empty realms of mind and emotions. We are the mindless breed of nation that quite frankly had survived through thunder bolts of mind setting changes through times but left us with nothing, still.

We are.. just we.

13

The strength of man would scarcely suffice to obtain these things if men did not mutually assist one another. As money has presented us with an abstract in whole, it has come to pass that its image above every other usually occupies the mind in functions, because they can imagine hardly any kind of joy without the accompanying idea of money and its cause.

As it were.

12

I hated her. I hated her because she is full of wisdom. I hated her because she is the closest thing to perfection. I hated her because her ability to perceive everything with a clear conscience, no matter how embarrassing it would be. I hated her because she will let her guard down for a greater good that none of us could make ourselves to believe.

I hated her because of what she epitomizes. She beautifies everything she sees, despite how morbid. She carries herself with simple gracefulness which put most of us to shame.

I hated her because she say things like, 'Hardship makes you stronger, but it can also cripple you. It makes you stronger only if you’ve triumphed.', and gets away with it because she often speaks the truth, even it was the last thing you wanted to hear. She'll say it anyway.
I hated her because she'd come before you as she is and unmasked herself to make you..You and makes me..Me.

I hated her because I love her so much to lose her.
That is the truth.

We love you, Hippie Bitch.

11

I didn't expect to come here. The view is good and seagulls take bread from my window. One of the others here shot seagulls, but only during the winter. In summer, they're full of worms.

Winter.
The unimaginable zero winter.

10

Gambling is not a vice, it is an expression of our humanness. We gamble. Some do it at the gaming table, some do not.

You play, you win, you play, you lose. You play.

9

Ten days on and the Love/Hate thing continues. How am I supposed to fight this? It was like the time you were walking on the beach, and you fell and I asked, 'How do you feel?'

Do you remember?
How do you feel?

And you said, 'I fell, feeling the same way now. I fell, feeling the same way now.' I couldn't understand it but it stayed in my mind. It has stayed. Right up until now. Up until today. But now what? Now what do you feel?

Do you remember that guy we saw at the pub that time? That Guy. And you asked me to describe him and I said, 'Nice hair, hot body and husky voice. I said it just to see if you'd react to a cliche. You know? See if I could jolt you. And do you remember how you kept on about how weird it was to say something about the timbre of his voice when what was required was a physical description? 'Obviously', you added. And how someone's voice might have counted if it had been a telephone conversation or a gig, but not a pub scene.

Not just some Guy in a bar.