March 2013
1 post
The moon is bright. Thought I’d start with basic sentences to get rid of this writer’s block. Not sure why I have this though. Am not much of a writer, these days anyway. I’d like to believe that I lost my touch, but not sure I had much of a “touch” to begin with. It’s hard, not having anything to write of. Harder still, when you do have something to write of,...
November 2012
3 posts
Something of Another Dimension.
Is it inspiration or something else that is driving to put metaphorical pen to metaphorical paper?
Am I just wasting my time when I should be getting to sleep? Maybe something’s off about tonight. Hope I’ll find out though.
Lying down and closing my eyes, doesn’t make everything disappear. Of that I’m sure, but it helps, however little. Nothing can really take away the...
In Sincerity (A very short Short Story) (Part 1)...
Today was just like any other work day; pushing pencils, making calls, taking names, filing paperwork and staring at her. She was wearing white but her skin glowed far more radiantly. She outshone even the glaring fluorescent of the office. I’ll admit it. I am smitten. That cruel deity’s arrow flew straight and true, pierced me through and through. But enough with the crude attempt at...
Color Me Random
Think about it for a second. How did you get there? Wherever you are, what had to happen in order for you to be reading these words at this very instant? If you had decided to take a different route home or elsewhere, you may have missed this post. Every little things counts, or so they say. It’s a chain wherein if one link falls apart, the whole system crumbles down. Or then again, maybe...
July 2012
2 posts
Because 10 is an important number. (Or so they...
I know, I know. The “word” monthsary doesn’t exist in any dictionary but hey, sometimes you’ve just got to go with the flow. Especially when they haven’t invented words for the occasion you’re trying to celebrate just yet. But cheers to us babe, 10 months and still as stupidly in love as ever.
I don’t know if 10 months can ever be enough. Hell, I doubt...
Why
I can’t sleep tonight. So I might as well just write it off, right?
A keystroke here and a yawn there. Monotony broken by an urge to be heard and restraint enough to let it go.
Just another night, there’s no point in making mountains off of molehills. Either way, this feeling won’t go away anytime soon. I’ve learned to cope though. After all, when it’s either that...
June 2012
2 posts
The Obligatory Pre-Birthday Post &| Wishlist (And...
On the last 6 days of my teenage years, I only wish for something to hold on to…. I kid. Here’s what I want for a gift, if anyone’s interested, starting from the absurd to the more achievable.
An Acoustic Bass Guitar. Sue me. I kinda fell in love with the guitar and I’m still working on that but learning to play a bass can’t be that much harder can it? Well, either...
ATC
Edge of the bench, alone, me and my lonely cigarette. Embers burn through me, but I am cold and I gladly welcome the tainted warmth.
How long has it been then? Since that dream? I’ve longed for this. Quiet nights with a book and a light on some park or mall somewhere. I hear vague laughter beyond my earphones blurting out fun.’s “Some Nights”. I am young or perhaps, I only...
May 2012
3 posts
Never A Full Night's Sleep
Contemptuous contemplation, still looking for that spark of inspiration. Stare at the stars and jump as far as my feet take me. Yet, no matter how I try, they still look down on me. Mocking me for my existence,
Why I Should Stop Smoking.
I started smoking 2 or 3 years ago. It was a spontaneous night. An hour of persuasion, a taxi ride to Alabang, then a 4-5 hour drinking session. I had my first stick. “Harmless.”, I thought. “Just to get rid of this hammering in my head.” I justified. I’ve been hooked ever since.
I know I should stop. It ain’t good for my health. My second wind’s been...
I am sporadic at best. Lines that fit nowhere found in between words that feel more out of place than they should be. I am uninspired at worst. Grasping at air, looking for some word to define the improbably defineable, and ending up with some make believe word pulled out of my own ass. I finish things when I feel like it. Then again, I never do. Inspiration hits me in spurts and my brain hurts...
April 2012
5 posts
JAC
I stare at the silver sheen on a black label, this and my yellow cricket. They’ll save me from my own thoughts. A flame appears and I take breath. Oh sweet taint, bitterly filled with false hopes, has me lost. Frantic, the chaos of wanting to be somewhere other than here. Desperate for direction, a guiding light perhaps? At worst, I ask for the ending, a misguidedly sweet ending. Embers red...
A Letter To 11 Year Old Me
Hey there little guy. You’re most likely asleep by now, after a night of tv and whatever it is I used to do back when I was little. Anyway, you’re entering that awkward stage that I haven’t quite left yet, and it’s gonna be not too easy for you. I know for me it wasn’t, still ain’t. So here are some tips that might or might not help you along.
Stop worrying...
A Rant turned to a Semi-Love letter.
I admit this was supposed to be a hastily written rant about many things, disrespect, judgmental-ness and the absolute absence of compassion but then the night came and doused all my anger, at least most of it. So here goes my attempt to transform what was an expletive filled post with half a semblance of sense to something that tries and furiously strives to make sense.
What was once a fuming...
Some Nights
//Title is stolen from the best album from FBR since TTTYG.
Some nights, I just want to be someone else. Yeah, I said it and I admit it.
By all accounts and indications, I am an average guy from an average family that earns average income. I play basketball, badminton, a few computer games, the guitar, piano, all of them at an average level. I’m not a genius, not particularly handsome nor...
The Birth(day) of Two Brothers
/*I had previously written over 5 paragraphs worth on these two guys, but my laptop died and everything vanished. I shall be more brief this time. Partly, because I don’t want that to happen again but mostly because it’ll be hard to remember all the embellishments I had written beforehand. Sorry guys. */
I’m just gonna go with the basics. It was my 2nd year within the four walls...
March 2012
2 posts
More of a blog post than anything, really.
3 o’ clock in the morning and I’m smashing away at these keys. Evading sleep while normal people are well into their dreams. Old habits die hard, I guess. If so, then what about old love? What of old passions? I’ll let my train of thought get derailed just to avoid this line of thinking.
I don’t know what to write of, I just know that I want to, as it has been so many...
Good morning light rouses me from a still-lingering stupor. It is only then that I realize that we are alone, me and my lonely cigarette. A sea of asphalt and green lies before my eyes, moving with and against the wind. Structures tall and immovable, a city’s hustle bustle. I stay veiled behind silence and indifference. Ghostlike, I move to and fro. Here, I am invisible. Here, I am unknown. ...
January 2012
3 posts
Meet me at the edges of inspiration. Where brain meets brilliance and a heart screams in quiet desperation. Find the corners of the page and margins for no error. Where writing takes to a passion, a fury and pleading fervor.
Read my story, a war against myself. My own self-centered journal on a dusty bookshelf. Then again, don’t even try. I doubt you’d understand. You’ll see...
Why?
I’m holding on to this pen like a lifeline. Riding on waves of ink, away from this lifetime. Words upon words upon words strewn across these pages. And no one to fill the hollowed empty spaces.
Too many mistakes and hope’s dwindling fast. Too many choices unmade and questions unasked. But there’s so much ahead and the light is far from fading. There’s so much to do, so...
Monotone to Crimson in Under a Lifetime
Every story is supposed to have a beginning, middle and end. But I doubt this one has anything but a moment. Before we get to that though….
Kid’s his name. No more than an ordinary student, middling grades with a few failures, no standout talent and decent but nowhere-near-handsome looks. He was tall though. That and his blank but somehow scowling face gave people the wrong impression...
December 2011
1 post
A Bagatelle
I’m looking forward to Moving forward and Finding places where I’ll start to end.
I’m looking back and I Can’t help but wonder The unpondered questions. Who? What? When? Where? Why?
From side to side I Swivel my neck No one’s beside me But I’m not alone, not yet.
These eyes deceive even The wiliest and most shrewd But should the choice be given I’d...
November 2011
1 post
That's (Un)Just The Way The Story Goes
He was nervous.
She couldn’t see why.
He was wearing a simple black and green striped t shirt with a pair of dark jeans.
She noticed that.
She was wearing this smile that was so very warm and inviting that it froze him on the spot.
He never noticed what she was wearing.
He knew her name.
She had yet to ask his.
But from that moment on he knew that she was it, she was the girl that he...
October 2011
2 posts
U-Turn and Other Streets Signs (U-Turn)
//Caution: Word Vomit Up Ahead
Headlights on and I take to the roads. A journey to nowhere, follow the pavement ‘til it ends then go a little farther. The wheels of fate have started to turn in my mind. I will mind no speed bumps. Windows down to hear the whispering wind. The pale moonlight mixes with the streetlights but the darkness is all I need. All alone in this car but I have room for...
Just Because.
Oh hey. I just figured I’d write because I haven’t written in a while.. I have but I kinda miss tumblr’s text post thingy… Well, I don’t. I guess, I wanted to write just because. It’s a natural urge, I guess.
//This is always a problem. Where to start?
Things have been going well with me. I’m happy. I kinda learned to play the guitar, been writing...
August 2011
2 posts
13 Minutes
5:47pm
The train leaves at 6 on the dot. I have no idea where it goes. I just know that I have to get away from here. I have done what I had to do and now is the time to leave, before she gives me reason to stay. I must leave but every second that passes tears at me, the ticking of my clock begins to sound like her voice begging me to stay. 13 minutes left, 13 agonizing minutes. I must be...
Because It's Raining
//Something about the rain…
I look around and see the leaves fall as the sun sets. My heart starts to beat in anticipation of what I am about to do. I go through my speech again and slowly fade into memories of how it came to this.
I vaguely remember meeting her for the first time. It was all such a rush. First day of classes and a hundred new faces in this new school, it was just too much...
July 2011
8 posts
Temporary Melancholy || If Only I Knew
How things have changed. A butterfly may have flapped its wings from halfway across the world years ago but I can still feel the biting repercussions that it has brought upon my life.
There’s a deep pain in my chest that I haven’t felt in a long time. As I shiver under the covers in my empty room, I can’t help but look back. I haven’t for a long time now but I guess...
Or Not
Dread. Words that have never been uttered, perhaps never meant to exist in this reality. Not worth the breath to speak nor the ink to pen.
Dread. This heart going into overdrive, slowly dying from its burden.
Dread. As the rain falls, a spark shall ignite to flames or extinguish into nothingness.
Dread. Tangible anticipation, thick as the suffocating night air.
Dread. You are most welcome to...
pink abstract: Too late or too early, I really... →
essiuolehzee:
Carry me to the sofa, hug me ‘til I fall asleep. These words that I’ve been longing to hear, They were never spoken or thought of, They were always but a part of my dream.
You say you want me but you love her. I know nothing that hurts more than that. That was part of your plan, ain’t it? Make me…
so proud :’)
TagLish
Unti-unting nababaliw sa tinatagong katotohanan. Dahan-dahang arangkada ang rason ng buwang. Ang totoo’y umaasa na lang na dumating ang panahon at dumulas ang dila o sadyang di na makapagpigil. “Someday” lagi na lang balang araw, kaya’t pagsapit ng gabi’y luha lang ang kayakap. Tandaan mo kaibigan, nauubos ang oras at ang habambuhay ay konseptong panduwag. Kung ayaw...
A Moment With You.
I’d fold space in time to travel the galaxies between us. So distant, you and I, that even your light can’t hope to reach me. But I’ll wait, what else is there to do? I’ll wait if it take a hundred light years. I’d live again for you, spend a thousand lifetimes for a single moment.
And when the stars align and that moment is upon us. It may only last a second but...
Untitled.
Must I shout when a whisper would suffice? Listen close and you’ll hear my words strain to express my adoration for you. Must I write a song when 3 words are enough? But if I should waste breath on a song for you, I will, gladly. Must I hold you close when a touch alone makes my heart jump? Every sensation is amplified, every touch unreal, every kiss a dream. Must I shower you with gifts...
Dream away sleepless dreamer and let your troubles be lost in a reality of your own choosing. Find that lies can become truths if you so wish it to be. Transcend the impossibilities by which we are bound. Dream away sleepless dreamer and find yourself to be at the very fringe of sanity.
Some Sort Of Love Letter, I Suppose.
Dear You,
“Here we go again.”, you must be thinking. I know, I know. I must have written dozens of love notes, letters and songs for you and you’ve probably received a hundred more from others. That makes this letter all the more ordinary, commonplace, undistinguished. How ironic. An ordinary letter for the most extraordinary girl I’ve ever met, ever seen, ever loved....
June 2011
10 posts
3 Steps
Is it love when you can’t seem to risk it all? Is it foolishness when you can? Where do we draw the line? To love others, they say, you must learn to love yourself first. Yet, true love is selfless love, true love is built on hardships and sacrifice. Which is it? I’ve had 19 years and almost 2 days in this world and I’ve never met anyone who has had an answer nor have I an answer...
I Don't Want To Write About Love Anymore
I don’t want to write about love anymore. Every word drives the stake through my heart just a little bit deeper. A dull and yet intense pain floods over me with every paragraph finished. I don’t want to write about the stories of hope and ultimately, heartbreak. They hit a little too close too home. I don’t want write scenes of guy meets girl, then go on to live happily ever...
Changes
They say that change is inevitable, that of all the truths in the world this one is the most irrefutable. Change is as much as a part of life as life itself. Every moment at some small or grand scale change is happening, some part of you is dying, coming to life, transforming. I’m not here to argue against that but I am here to try and say something else regarding change.
Yes, change is...
Papercut Wound
//I’ve so many things I want to write about. So I guess I’ll just let this papercut wound bleed all over this text box and see what comes out, should be fun. Lezzdudizz.
Here it goes again, that empty feeling, that hollow heartbeat. I hear footsteps on the pavement but my feet aren’t even moving. I turn around and no one is there. A ghost, perhaps, a ghost of loneliness and...
I am tired and it shows.
Don’t want to walk these lonely roads.
At least, not anymore.
Can’t seem to catch my breath.
And I’m the only one left.
Don’t know what I’m walking for.
Consider this my final hope.
All in, balls out, go for broke.
I just can’t take this anymore.
Uninspired
That’s what I am. It’s unusual because typically the rain brings out the best in me and, while that not saying much, it usually leads to pages upon pages of words, useless, hollow and empty words, sure but words nonetheless. Here’s to hoping that this next few paragraphs breaks me out of this “writer’s” block. :)
I’m gonna tell you this right now, you...
Little Girl, Hush
Wipe away those tears. Who said that this will be goodbye? Trust me, I’ve lost a lot of friends and I’ll do my damn-est to try and not lose another.
Let me explain this in a way that would over-complicate things, as is my specialty.
See, contrary to popular belief, I’m not dying. Well, not anytime soon… I hope. Anyway, I’m still a strong 18 year old dude who can...
a star waiting for the moon.: fall for a guy who... →
blackstaaarrr:
fall for a guy who sings. someone who’d break the radio just to get his chance of singing for you. someone who’d be unafraid to bust out a tune at the top of his lungs just so the world could hear the lyrics that are meant for no one else but you.
fall for a guy who writes. someone who’d be brave…
fall for me. :)) Joke
Nothing
We meet again blank text box. Now is about the time that I write about nonsensical things, so here I go.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Barely had an hour of sleep. None on the FX on the way to Manila, that’s for sure. My eyes couldn’t close even if I had wanted them to. Yet this tiredness seems to radiate from all over me. I can’t seem to shake it. I’m sure you’re familiar...
.less
You are a third year Computer Science student, going on fourth this coming academic year. But that fact is hardly important except it totally is.
You see, those three years you were supposed to spend studying on ComSci stuff and what-not, well you wasted them and learned just about nothing. And now you’re faced with a hard decision, to transfer out to a course you love and new school or to...
May 2011
3 posts
Can't Choose. Not Really.
//Another piece in the “I’ll write ‘til the words come to me and hope they come out right even thought they never do.” series. Bear with me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Date a girl. Take her out to a bar, have a couple of drinks, take her home and try to score or you could not date a girl. You could just wait. I know it sounds very un-awesome and what-not but it’s...
Because I want to write even though I've nothing...
//Long title is long.
You see, I’ve been itchy these past few days. Not metaphorically itchy though, just plain old physically itchy. Also, my knee has been acting up, the left one. It hurts to tweak it too much. Oh and did I mention my right ankle? Well, that sucks too. But that’s enough about my physical pains.
The real reason I’m writing right now is because I’m...
My World; Where Things Are Always Crystal Clear:... →
recose18soul:
1. Your favorite team
2. Your favorite current player 3. Your favorite player of all time 4. Your favorite rookie for this season 5. Your most hated team 6. Your most hated player 7. The best current player, in your opinion 8. The best player of all time, in your opinion. 9. Your…
April 2011
16 posts
If the night held no meaning.
I’ll ignore the feeling.
Let my heart grow weary.
Grow tired of its beat unsteady.
“I spill my heart from coast to coast, fall in love with everyone I know.”
– Get Up 