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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