Fall in love with this lady, dear gentleman. Take her to experience a magical story, a boundless affair with no one but you. Never break her heart I plead; for it was once covered with fear, uncertainty and fragility. Prove her that there are still forever above all heartbreaks and unjustified endings. Prevent this lady to be stony to emotions, dumb to connection, and blind to embrace affection. Show her eyes that you are unlike any other men who do nothing but to bring tears instead of smiles: a guy who remains loyal and can stay to infinity by her side. It is hard to find an exact epitome above this sinful universe but she still believes, her soul could find one. Enlighten her to see you, in a little while.
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I closed my eyes tonight, letting those dreams swirl with glow around my weak, senseless body. Can I work it out; can I grab them with my both hands? This girl just couldn’t figure out how to hug those reveries back. There are times voices around me say I can reach them; that I’m much capable. They made me believe it is the truth yet whenever I feel striving to, I certainly bounce backwards. Is it fear that paddled me down or is it just the reality not to take the way not meant for me? Everyone dreams for sure. I have goals same as you do but tell me how to catch a handful. Teach me how.
By no accident, he met her by fate. Later with the same reason, he fell in love. He found happiness on the yester years, then embraced sadness on days forward. Never knew how it was going; confused and complicated. The heart beats for love, the mind urges to fight but the soul said he’s tired. Finally, both bid the treble goodbyes. Thy blossoms grew apart, set feet to take the opposite sides. He started to walk, loafed down the roads to find answers. That life he had, the way he was, everything’s a bang. He wanted to break in as those steps lead him to turn right, to turn left yet there’s nothing to find. Totally puzzled. He ran miles away from unrequited frustrations. It lead him somewhere far yet something recognizable. There it is. Tears came running down his cheeks. “It was by fate once more that I am that answer.” she smiled.
I am an absolute enthusiast of nothing mainstream. The flow of all things trending couldn’t shove my heart to just follow since it aims to be indie; a colloquial term for independence. This world may serve a platter of appetizing norms however those wouldn’t appeal to my desires. Aside from the fact that it’s synonymous to uniqueness, isn’t it serene to do what your soul longs for? To admit, I feel that liberty multiplied with passion when I am myself, no masks to unveil and no cover ups to diminish. Define who you are and walk on.
I may question Him sometimes for putting me in a situation where all I can see is my dim future. It’s an offense to do so, a virtue I was able to clearly violate. You can’t judge me for reaching that point of wonder and amazement in a very pessimistic perception. One thing, we as humans tend to stand over the ground of circumstances at some moments in our lives. Those specific things which pushed me to ask God for all the answers to my why’s. I know there will always be an equivalent reason for each burden that we have on our shoulders, a hundred percent assurance. For now, I’m trying to digest things and hold onto His purpose. That’s the best action to take, the only one.
God is good. :)
Everyone screamed to the extremes at home, virtually relying on web juices they might suck. Totally out of their minds once caught a glimpse of Mr. Lalala’s flick online. I uttered on my stinky little inner state, “…unfortunately you’re not on my place to see, to strangle for feast in pure, luscious flesh”. Seeing that person walk, talk, laugh, troll up to whatever almost everyday with just a few inches away, it’s such normal to me. No interest, no attraction to bare. Passive and plain. I don’t care how popular he is nor how much you absolutely like him. But I assure you, the way you want to be in my shoes is the same way I would die to be in someone else’s too.
At one point in our lives, we feel that regret and further mumble, “what if… then maybe… yeaaahhh okay”. We tend to travel back on our past and step by step rekindle those memories which couldn’t be alter anymore; no more. There were a lot of mistakes that we’ve had, things that should have happened but we just let them slip away then. Today, we’re being hunt by those decisions, those out thought ones. Let us face reality that we’ve already lost them and I know how it hurts deep through our senses. There’s no way that we could bring them back and replay everything so moving on would be the best remedy. It wasn’t that easy to do but we should. After all, they’re gone.
**I’m not in the mood to write but a foreign object pushed me to.. LOL So here, it’s a crap.
I knew it was friendship that we’re trying to chisel upon that clean, unstained paper. We doodled good memories with us leading to that pavement of joy, insanity and peculiarity. Those pen marks moved our spirits to accept the differences which made that sheet stay through for an immeasurable time. As to say, there will never be perfect relationships especially when that treasured leaf became brittle. Dusts, coffee drops and more of those ugly disturbances cause everything to fade. But if it is made of pure, genuine and dependable slips, they will remain subtle with just a calm yet united blow. For now I’m busy piling up those pages to complete an inspiring volume of companionship. Stapled with love, the prospect is much vivid that it’ll be handled with care for infinity’s sake.
You passed by and my heart skipped a beat; blood came rushing and bones kept trembling. It was too late to realize how insane I became chasing after you along the hallways of the building. Then there were moments I tend to daydream about what could be our probable romantic story. As well, I looked so stupid for letting you consume my time down because I stalked a lot, I stalked you. Sometimes I felt tired doing such peculiar things I never thought I’d do yet in spite of, I continue to think that maybe one day it will be worth all these. When will fate do the move and stop this oddity? Will it ever be real or it’ll just stay delusional? It is indeed funny how a simple attraction can be so addictive in either ways, optimistically and pessimistically. I know we’re both walking on opposite roads today but I hope tomorrow, I’ll find myself walking on the same path with you - only if ever, just ever. :)
It may take you a mile before you’ll be able to figure out that she’s driving you towards the wrong road or even thousand sweet words before you would realize that she had made you deaf from the screams of the truth. My lips could just utter the six letter word to signal you: “beware” and the decision is yours to keep.
She stood there in the middle of the crowd, looking for innocent ones to drag down. Those little steps she would take to embed lies on everyone’s bare eyes. She wears that captivating smile to perfectly cover up the shades of decent pretensions At the same time she never neglects, the anticipated battle to stand out among the rest. No chances the majority could notice how her filthy moves hit some folks underground. Aiming for that goal to outshine the blossoming of the potential threats, she draws circles on their flaws and doesn’t lay sincere praises upon their heads. And because she drifts fast as the quick brown fox, her hands had already stolen the one allotted for her fellow. Befriending the famous and tries hard to blend in is her primary game. Of course, she doesn’t forget to stay in track of the kind character she must portray in front of the spectators. Once they isolate those stares from her, she then, starts to show off the hidden colors on those she hated the most. A true actress she is who deserves tons of scrap trophies stolen from others’ reserves. Insecurity totally infected her system as to make her blindfolded from the real meaning of existence. That lady anointed the crown for herself, only for herself.
I feed my mind from pages of thousand words. Savoring the thought that it pleasurably gives, I tend to dig in through my medium of sight. Imagination is expected to dress me in different characters and meet new diverse individuals, bring me to a universe where in reality I could say is very impossible. This is one of my escapes apart from the existent me. Flipping one sheet to another and to another until I reach the neither decoded nor surprising end, I’ll sigh. Stopping this hobby is the least decision I may consider. Society might view bookworms as geeks but I’ll push the thought, “…at least we learn”; thereof dear, give it a try.
Please quench my thirst for inspiration to write and dig for deeper words. I never wanted to be literal yet I aim to be direct. It’s just, I can’t feel the urge to create wonders at the moment. Totally blank.
On this journey, I’m seeking for that angel along the crossroads of this cruel world. Daydreaming of a fairytale-like romance is kind of epic, I know. Though it’s similar to drawing your wishes in the air, I still hope for the prince to fetch his damsel from the land faraway. He’ll be raging all the traps and tremendous battles in the woods just to save his beloved princess. But before I forget, I’m living on a story where that doesn’t particularly exist. Many had passed by, with the sweetest words coming from their lips, with the greatest gifts they could have offer and nevertheless, no one gave the sincerest heart. From those I concluded the worst, that indeed, they’re all the same. No, it wasn’t searching for perfection but instead pointing out that love. That feeling which doesn’t fade through time, wherein you’ll find yourself ensnare on that magic to accept flaws and appreciate everything on your better half. I haven’t met him yet; he who would deserve the both of us. And I know once I do, I’m willing to take risk to have our perfect forever. If all else fails, then I guess, I opened the wrong package sent from the heaven. God might be busy wrapping my angel that would fit me best. Soon.
Life is a learning process. ;)
She may look weird at instances but never a fool to be sure. For she only sees the light beyond darkness, the positive and not the negative, and that love more than anger. Yeah, her chuckles - those sounds that overtake the dormant reaction of the majority caused by the corniest jokes one had abruptly thrown. Shallow, that’s what she resembles the best. She won’t draw you deeper upon the worst possibilities but instead laugh at them still while looking for the perfect solution. Their bloodline is close to extinction since most allow the cruel world to swallow them up. If you find one, don’t ever hold back. Befriend them once and you’ll hardly notice that you’re attached eventually. Contagious it is to act as crazy as her happy antics but the assurance is there: you will enjoy and long for more. Idle times, dull moments and boredom aren’t allowed to ruin that banquet of lovely connection between your emotions. You’ll never know sooner, it is your mind that has been trapped with her mix tape of cheers. Come, indulge into her side and give your heart for trusts and keeps. Regret is never promised, I dare.