The Loudest Minds
If quiet people have the loudest minds,
I wonder what yours is saying,
Cause you don’t seem to give me much,
But also the expression your eyes are displaying.

I used to be able to read that face,
In silence, through laughter, through tears,
But now I’m afraid I’ve lost that skill,
You’ve changed through the weeks.

Your once very familiar eyes,
So clear.. so truthful.. and pure,
Have now been corrupted by lies,
Doctor said there is no cure.

If quiet people have the loudest minds,
I hope yours brings you pain.
And that the guilty voice of hurting me,
Will forever in there remain.

Kissing Concrete
And then, like a sign from God,
You call me.
Just as my thoughts speak,
With you, and us, reigning.

All I want to do is run home to you,
Fall into your arms,
And tell you all about my epiphany,
How your timing is impeccable.

But then, like a stereotypical scene,
From the saddest movie I know,
You make a joke of me
And suddenly I feel small.

I’m over here: falling in love all over,
Thinking I found an answer to us.

You’re over here: clueless to how right,
Your chimes are, and how much I cry.

This is the part of the movie,
Where I walk away
And you don’t come after me.,
You don’t make it better.

And I’ll leave this up,
So you can see it.
So the whole world can see it.
Because I am tired of being weak.

We Could Be Time Lords, At Least I Think We Could.
I’m completely curious,
I want to know if you’ll be the one, to build us a time machine.

To go back to when things were simpler, when we were both just a little younger than we are now.
When we knew nothing of each other’s, desires, wants, or personal issues.

So would you be open to the idea, of building me a spectacular time machine?
Taking my hand and guiding me into that metal shaft, where we’ll go back to a time.
Where we were nothing.

In the hopes of having something better, than we have at this very moment.

I just want to know, how much regret you live with, and if you were given the opportunity, would you patch everything.
Without hesitation.

And with the precision of love.

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Life is full of challenges. But still, we must stay positive. Always look on the bright side.

Naaalala ko pa.
Naaalala mo pa ba?
Nang una tayong magkakilala
Sinabi mong may naramdaman ka
Ako’y natuwa, pag-ibig na kaya?

Niyaya mo ako sa sayawan
Saksi and kaygandang buwan
Hinawakan mo ako at nagtapat
Ako’y napangiti, napuno ng ligaya.

Ngunit sa isang kisapmata
Lahat ay nagbagong bigla
Natira sa akin ay mga alaala
Ng nakalipas nating dalawa.

Hindi alam kung anong maling nagawa
Bumalik ka na sa akin, sinta
Huwag mo akong iwang nag-iisa
Nagdurusa sa tuwing naalala ka.

“As I express this my heart knows, that there is something I just can’t do.”

Very Fairy.
Pearls eyes, golden smiles please get me out of you, for a thousand miles
You’re here, n I can’t found myself
You got no wands, but you cursed me in spells

You’re a magical being, my heart beat’s increasing
They have said about that thing
And I keep not understanding
In love I’m falling, down toward the lowest vein
Try to stay stand in my feet, n At last i’m kneeling

I’m begging,”please, get off of me”
And you smile, And I got no more thing in my brain
In my mind, you’re flying ‘n twinkling
As an ugly duckling I just can’t start breathing

You’re a magical being, Am I on a fairytale now?
What I was asking? It definitely right, there’s no wrong
All I can say you’re very fairy, very fairy
You’re very fairy that I can’t get this love off of me
Your spell, your fairy spell turns my heart switched on
And I still couldn’t find anyway to seize my love down from a very fairy girl.

“You can never make the same mistake twice. The second time you make it, it isn’t a mistake, it’s a choice.”
-Lauren Conrad

“But most of all, I hate the fact that I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”

“We are like dominoes. I fall for you. You fall for another.”

“Always look available but never say you’re available.”

“Every girl has that one guy she goes back to, heartbreak after heartbreak and nobody knows why, not even her. And she just can’t let go.”

“Even the most expensive drug expires. How much more with the strongest feelings?”

“I love you but I am tired of listening to your never ending lies.”

“One day, I will smile. In front of you. With a man beside me. And he will thank you for letting me go.”

“I’m never good enough for someone. No matter what I say or what I do. I give them my everything but still, they don’t even appreciate it.”

Hurt a true heart as many times as you want; it won’t stop loving you.
-- However if you cheat a true heart, it won’t hurt or hate you, but it won’t dare to love you ever again.

“I am who I am today because of the choices I made yesterday.”
-Eleonor Roosevelt

“One of the saddest thing in life is loving someone so much, and then one day you look into his/her eyes and listen to his/her talk and realize that the magic is gone. All you see in front of you is a stranger with just a known name.”

“Silence is the most powerful scream.”

“Always remember that, no matter how useless you feel, you’re someone’s reason to smile.”

“When a boy promises you forever, make sure to ask how long until forever expires.”

“If I was surrounded by hundreds of pretty girls, would you still notice me?”

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--A Chinese proverb says an invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, despite the time, the place, despite the circumstances. The thread can be tightened or tangled, but never be broken.

“Admit that if everyone tells you that you deserve better, you will tell each one of them you don’t want better; all you want is the one you currently love.”

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I never thought we’ve had a last kiss…

“Hearts will never be practical until they can be mad unbreakable.”

i. Give me love on bended knee.
Embed your self deep in my chest.
Until your all I have left.
Until the colors of the world fade to pale Grays.

ii. Give me love on bended knee.
Take everything you can.
Write bittersweet goodbyes in sand, with withered white calloused hands.

iii. Give me love on bended knee.
Store it in a mason jar, displayed as a trophy won by the sea.
Place me in the corner the place you have made for me.

The wonders of falling in love for the very first time in years
A feeling lost, forgotten, now makes its long way back to you. You feel it, and know from that moment that you’ve already felt this way before, that someone made you feel this way years back. You are familiar with it, yet you are still memorizing its corners, trying to remember what this feeling is. Then, you see him walk in front of you, eyes glinting as the sun hits his blue irises, lips parted in a wide smile. Alas, then and there, it hits you. You are in love. Not in love at first sight; you’ve known him for months now. How did this feeling knock you, and stayed in your heart without your permission? Yet you like it, you nurture it. You let it grow. You stalk his Facebook page, read his blog, and follow his Twitter. You even have friends who’re friends with him that constantly remind you of his whereabouts.

Then, one eventful day, he acquires your number and calls you. He’s asking you out for a date. Butterflies—no, bees. Bees swarm inside your stomach, making you feel jittery. Buzz! Buzz! With each sound, your smile widens over the telephone and you try to suppress it, afraid that he’ll hear your smile from the other line. Yes! You say yes, and he says cool, meet him by the park at six. Does he know you love the park at night? You feel your spine shivering, but it’s a good kind. Is this love, again?

You walk to the park, alone. Your favorite dress sashaying with every step you take. This feels like the first night with your first boy. Will this last like that night, too? You hold your breath as you see someone sitting—no, swaying—on the old swing. Does he know it’s your favorite place in the park? Or is it fate? He sees you because he stops abruptly, smooths his shirt, and waves enthusiastically at you. You smile, and anxious that he can’t see your smile, you wave back. The night’s so beautiful. You take your seats on the swing, and talk about nothing. About everything. Crickets echoing in the background, he reaches for your hand and you let him. You let him hold your hand. A shooting star appears in the black velvet sky above, and you make a wish. Just like on the first night with the first boy. But with a different wish this time: If this is for real, then don’t let it end like the first time.

Melancholy.
It’s strange how melancholy can sneak up on you. You’re doing fine, coasting through a day or two or three, then all of a sudden it comes on you like a wave of apathy and sadness. You try as hard as you can to swim, you’re a good swimmer, you’re used to fighting the good fight. What you really want though is a no questions asked rescue from a well meaning friend or stranger, someone to throw you a life vest and bring you into their boat for a very serious, are you okay?
Then you’d weigh the risk of telling the truth. A resounding no would either get uncomfortable glances or genuine concern.

You aren’t quite comfortable with that, so you take off their life vest, mention you’re fine, thank you. Then jump right back into your sea full of apathy and pain.
The knowledge that someone cares gives you a little more energy to ride out the waves until you’re stable again.
You promise yourself next time I’ll tell the truth.
You never do.

The blot.
I decided to write.
Not because it’s what deep people do but because it ponders me to think. I haven’t really used my imagination in something worthwhile. I have not created anything to be proud of. Call it self-pity, but it’s true. But now I decide to write and try. And maybe I can come up with something. If not at least I tried. At least I can tell myself that I have grown or I’m a step closer. A step closer to what? To creating my imagination. To making it come to life. Yes it is vain, but this vanity could become an inspiration. No matter what it is still I decide to write.