Write her a letter

I reckoned it's about time
For words are most cherished during a dip in chaos
For laughter and glee are things that was better ignored

Make yourself heard
For your sorrow are just the tip
For you couldn't make it
For what it may have been

Well, who's counting?
This is not the end
You've been carrying a broadsword
From which you hold reversed by hand

No sheath, no blip
No armors, no sticks
No friend to hold you dear
And you just tried to breath

So much for a happy ending
Yeah. With tears on your bed
Skipping things to get a puff
Relaxing... Anything else?

Sa lahat ng bagay, Alpabeto ; Ako ay si, Talangka

=== SA LAHAT NG BAGAY ===

Sa lahat ng bagay, iyong pag-igihan
Hindi lang sa iisa, hindi lang sa iilan
Marami kang kayang gawin kaibigan
Ang sarili'y 'wag mong limitahan

Pag-igihan mo sa bahay, sa trabaho't lipunan
Ang iyong pagkatao'y may likas na kakayahan
'Wag kang susukong tumuklas
Na tila isang batang musmos na sabik lumakas

Batang wala pang muwang
Batang walang kapaguran
Batang gagawin ang lahat
Maabot lang ang nais sa kawalan

Sa lahat ng bagay, pag-igihan mo lang
Hindi ka nag-iisa. Hindi ka lubusang nag-iisa
May gagabay sa'yo, maghanap ka lang
Kaibigan o pamilya, maabot mo 'yan


Veiled by the Spirit

The one veiled with the spirit.
Do these people seem immortal? Don't they make mistakes? What are they exactly?
To be veiled by the spirit, what must you possess?
Could you consider someone lost?
Were was the spirit to be exact?

Veiled by the spirit. Says the lot.
Veiled by the spirit I say not.
Foretold it was wrong. It was a glacier in the flame.
The mirror image in the drought.
The broken glass where it clot

Veiled by the spirit.
What a funny thing to say.
Nothing more than a mortal's eye
Veiled by the spirit.

I only had hoped it end in time.

Marionette


Credit to: Wikipedia
Blame it on me
For I am the guilty
The one strucked by fate
Seen through misfortunate gates

Blame it on me
For I stand in the front lines
The sole actor in the crowd
The stain fetched from the ground

Blame it on me
For the red strings were detached
My
marionettist has gone
And set of eyes has been cast

Blame it on me
For the lies I believed
The pain I conceived
For it is I that hath bleed

Blame it on me
For I let myself be controlled
Placed in a trash
Left in a hole


~ end ~

Scream 2.0


I wanted to talk
Not through these gadgets
Not through fancy techs

I wanted to sit beside someone
Not with virtual hugs
Not with their online presence

A human incubator could bring back life
Can't we do the same here and now?
So I could still speak while I can

Yes we are now all connected
But blinded by the illusion
That within this web we intertwine

Then I'm posting this up
Very ironic as it may seem
Well, what choice do I have
No one hears this voice even if it screams

~ End ~

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