@Flyingcolors

26 things that I want to tell you but I won't 1. I still have your photos, hidden somewhere behind my compilations of poorly-taken photographs. Whenever I feel lonely, I'd like to browse for a couple of passing minutes just to stare at it again and reminisce all the things we've done. Oh how I wish we can always come back. 2. I love your hair, but not as much as I love your eyes whenever they glow amidst the somber moments of pure silence and untold hopes. It's as if they…

palette: in nine shades palette one. hearts are beating simultaneously along every strums and loud slams of sticks on violent drums. i can hear varying tones of voices from different faces that are somewhat hopeless, but still managed to be just as reckless as we all are. and when everything was so loud, i could barely hear my utters when applausing, the world turned soft and the chaos that was once swirling around every scene suddenly dropped, the worries i've been hearing…

A letter to my beloved. One thing I have learned while looking at your sly fingers was the way it sketched every line - slowly forming an almost perfect posture of a young woman, looking away from our direction as if searching for something beyond our world, beyond our empty canvas that are sometimes splattered with paint, undecipherable shapes, or blank spaces. It is in every canvas, in every form that runs away from your cell of ideas that made me want to be something more…

Maybe in our Imagination The story of us was not the kind of story that would get the interest of the world. Say, it was quite sad but more of horrible. Who would want to read this anyway? I cried. You cried. And everyone laughed at it, like what happened between us was the funniest tragedy. I woke up one morning, realized that it's been raining the whole terrible week. I got outside my house, went for a walk when the sun finally found its place to appear. Everything around…

She fought well. Even when her screams were unheard, nor her tears were wiped, and her fears were untamed. Even when her body was uninjured but her hands and feet were evidences of her innocence being tainted by a sin committed. Her fight has ended. And now the time has come, that even the waters wept to bring her body back, althoughh her soul had left. Our fight has begun. To assure that justice would prevail and that suspects would be named as for the truth to come out. We…

this is an unfinished poem about you during one early morning jog, i'd seen you sitting on a bench, earphones plugged in your ears with a cup of coffee in hand, and you were angelic— it was as if you were shutting the whole world out you looked free and in one late night walk, i saw you once more sitting on the same bench, on the very same spot but this time, you had tears in your eyes and you were in grief— it was as if you finally embraced the world that you tried to…

Crush It was such a beautiful scenery. The sun is setting while people around me are in love—patssionately kissing. While here I am, alone. I took a picture of the view then post it on my story, pinning where exactly my location is. Then I slid my phone back to my pocket and kept staring until the sun sunk into the ocean while the skies change its color from orange to pinkish. When I felt like I'm relax enough, I stood up and started walking back to my car. I am so ready to…

People told me to stop writing about you. To stop making your name synonymous to the sunshine and sunrise. They told me to write about other subjects, use other feelings, exhibit other guys. But how can I when my bleeding pen only screams your name? When your existence still feels like the only purpose as to why I'm writing. How can I write another poetry, another prose, without talking about how you light up the darkness of my life with just a simple smile. How can I…

It has always been about depths, and darkness, and sad endings. It has always been about you, and him, and that guy I glanced at the street. Never about me. I was always the poet and never the poetry. For writing about myself is like painting an abstract nobody can understand, it would be like a medley of songs nobody can dance, it would be a mixture of words nobody can comprehend. The brightest stars won't decipher the meaning because I am a paradox. Neither I can…

The day you that you decided to leave me, I started making home out of the museum of memories we have created. I started visiting it every day without you; re-reading the scattered stories of our lost love. And everytime I reach the end of this memory lane, when all I am staring at is the pitch black canvass of nothingness symbolizing our present state, something in me would make me want to run back to the beginning and start all over. Something in me wants to go out of this…

Wish: shouldn't have said hello Maybe I could write poetries about how the world has been ruled by tyrants, or how the ozone layer is only waiting for tim to create ripples of lashes back at us or why America wishes to be great again hell, is it not yet Maybe I could write piece about life and survival of the never ending search of the ligh at the end of the tunnel or of how no one could ever heal the Earth but us Maybe I could write about how stupid Shakespeare was when he…

SOMEDAY Someday, you will look at that one person and feel nothing but indifference. So much can happen in days, weeks, months, or years. Change will definitely take over. The person you have once bared your soul with can become a stranger in a blink of an eye. Their choices will change, their favorites will no longer include you. But you know what is the catch? You will change, too. In time, you will move forward and grow. The memories, and probably even the pain will…

Leave: Afraid not I am not afraid of you leaving me. For then, I will have to write sad poetries again, covering the pain that I feel with words that will make people fear love. I am afraid, however, to leave you, because by then, where will I go after that? I will forever carry regret as I go to places we never went and skip the route we used to take. I will hate coffee with the same intensity as my love for it, and maybe even starve myself than go to the restaurants we…

AResponse To The Eulogy You Will Give Me Somehow, at this point, you will stand in front wearing black or white. Your face has burned from all the crying that you did. And I will be at the front, too. Peacefully laid down with a little smile painted on my lips because I have finally attained peace. However, a part of me will be standing at the back of the pews and watching you intently with the familiar smirk in my face like I always make when we are invited to forums and we…

Stars in our scars I have been dreaming of a hand to hold, a pair of eyes that sees my worth, a shoulder to lean on, a safe place and warmth to cover me up when it's cold. Staying in the dark makes me feel numb and lifeless, and only the hope of finding the right one makes me alive. And I've never thought that dreams do come true; until you came, until you became my dream—until you told me that the stars still twinkle every time I smile. Beauty is sometimes wrapped in chaos,…

Who pilots my life? Once, I listened to someone tell me a story he heard from someone. There was a man who boarded a plane bound to some place. It was the holiday season and the plane was full of eager and lighthearted passengers. The flight attendants were also all smiles and calm as they walked around and demonstrated the safety guidelines. During the course of the flight, the man remained comfortable in his seat. There was only minor turbulence and soon, he was almost…

Unhappy Still I don’t need anyone to make me happy, I really dont, yet on my happiest days I miss you the most not that I yearn for your sweet embrace and gentle touch but because all my happiest days are put to waste for I have no one to share the joy with, the achievements, truly I am happy, but the ghost of loneliness haunts me to death | unhappy still

I had no idea that pictures could break your heart, a certain voice can bring forth tears into your eyes, a smile can bring the world to a screeching stop, and letting go can hurt this much. //i got an ending but it wasn't the happy one

What if one day I forget you? Going to places we've been to without the memories Of how you held my hand, squeezing them gently, Of how you stopped walking and looked my way to brush away the strands of hair from my face, Of the sound of your laughter as we licked ice cream on a sunny day, To forget how your face lit up every time we won a game, To not remember the scent of your perfume, Or the smell of your hair as you nestled your head on my chest, And to forever wonder…

Deary, I feared losing you before. I feared never seeing that smile, never hearing that voice, never knowing how did your day go. I feared a lot of things when we were together, but we always brushed it off. Didn't we laugh at my fears, saying they were baseless and would never happen? I found comfort in our words, in our laughters, in our jokes, until what I feared happened. I never knew that nightmares could dig a hole in your heart and take root there. It's like the Night…

Can you be mine? CAN YOU BE MINE I've met someone called: @Cupphochino, A couple or three weeks ago. I have no i idea who I'm talking to, But i feel something special about you. I don't know when or where, But i end up feeling better. Before, loneliness and emptiness is all i feel, But meeting her, changes everything including how i feel. We talk about different things, From serious to naughty things. We laugh to anything, And joke almost about everything. Not everyday is…

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