When Kush Came To Shove |
My nose was filled with a stronger scent than usual. My eyes became bloodshot and my vision was momentarily blurred. To his arrival, despite my condition, I greeted him with the warmest welcome. Ten m...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Apr 2009 20:12:00 GMT |
There Are No Flowers, No Not This Time. |
Yet another bottle and it seems as if I've gotten lonelier. My thoughtshave wandered far from reality yet my skin tingles to the sudden dropof temperature. Wiping yet another tear, I've noticed how ...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Jan 2009 01:05:00 GMT |
Lets Try This Again. |
This time, he no longer expects open invitations yet he terribly pleads for another bite of false romance and perhaps simply discard me after his satisfaction. Weak as I am to resist his charms and ch...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 19:03:00 GMT |
Losing my Creative Touch. This is a really Bad one. |
A cool, mint green ablaze with an orange, angry flame was a sign of triggered fury. His blue-rimmed cucumber eyes violently exclaimed with irrepressible anger. As he squinted and verbally belittled th...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Aug 2008 22:45:00 GMT |
Small Talk would be Just Fine. |
This silence is once again broken by the hopelessly muffled sobs as I pathetically attempt to gather words up in my defense. His eyes, glossy yet emotionless as he tastes the bitter sting of betrayal....
Posted by on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 09:05:00 GMT |
The Past. |
THURSDAY:
As he typed away carelessly on the black keys, I constantly convinced my eyes to be disenchanted by the glaring screen. It's better to avoid jealousy than endure it and become bitter...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 22:48:00 GMT |
Humanap Ka nalang ng PANGIT at IBIGIN mong tunay. Translation: DON'T AIM TOO HIGH. |
Wednesday:
It's amazing how a confused snowflake plops conveniently on my black boot. The contrast is then so strong that for the first time I noticed the blanket of snow on this particular sid...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Feb 2007 20:34:00 GMT |
Hands. |
Scribbling away with colorful sharpies, I'm left to compare her stubby fingers to the almost aesthetically pleasing work of art she has accomplished. I remember that Blonde, Blue-Eyed supposed infatua...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 21:30:00 GMT |
A Tall Tale. |
I almost feel guilty.
Being so apathetic to people's suffering and thinking that their complaints are mere antics in need of the attention that they have so long been deprived of. While she clu...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 22:13:00 GMT |
Recollect These Times& Along the Beach. |
Perhaps these feelings of intense hatred are nothing but unfulfilled Desires. Wants. That remain ungranted leaving her in utter disappointment. Flaunt the supposed attraction in my presence. Lechery....
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 20:45:00 GMT |
