4See Behind Every Scene

      

    boy
     immature, pretentious

     playing, pretending, vindicate

    heart, pillow, road, glasses

       pity, learning, forgiving

     nice, patient

    girl

    principle

     firm, independent

     fighting, waiting, watching

     rose, pen, girl, school

     flirting, hiding, hoping

   hate, sorrow

   immorality

    love

   forever, true

  cuddling, singing, smiling

   bracelet, phone, tears, cremation

   wishing, hoping, crying

   ending, wrong

    distance

    start

   new, hopeful

    stay, persevere, change

     roses, ring, monster, food

     quarrel, hating, quitting 

      limited, finite

    end

Sakit Sa ULo

Sa bawat ihip ng hangin

Pakiramdaman ang lamig

At baka ako'y maisip rin

Alamin at dinggin aking hiling

Yakap mo lang ang aking ibig

Hindi kinakailangang mag-isip ng malalim

Panaginip na ka'y hirap maatim

May araw kayang ito'y maging totoo

Kung gayo'y daig ko pa ang nanalo sa lotto

Makita ka lang ay okay na ako

Sinusubukan ko lang magsulat at gumawa

Sa tagalog na baka aki'y makayanan

Pero sa totoo lang

Ako'y nahihirapan

Kaya naisip kong, ang kalokohang ito'y 

TAPUSiN NA. 

XD

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Different paths we're taking

Let's just say it's part of life

This could be destiny

That tells us a part of the truth or of a lie

But I can't afford forgetting "US"

Saw you once, what a glance

Skipped a beat or two

Of the heart with a different hue

I felt so dominated

Of the feeling being led

Everyday I give a sigh

To the things we should have shared

How could you be so blind?

What the hell, you never cared

I'm okay, don't even think about it

Writing this for you dear

I feel so numb, nothing

Gone is the feeling of fear

Fear that something

Is hidden behind these words

You're not you

You were never you

Listen and understand

Everything now's blank
I'm free, Absolutely Free

♡ August

Not much had happened

First week was not a big thing

Something in me I mend

I can hear my heart finally sing

Classifications of feelings

Third week may be a celebration

More like an irony though

Can a tragedy be an occasion

Celebrate a break up or so

A month after last month's fourteenth

Can I still manage to love?

Can I still give a chance?

Can I have a sign from up above?

Or should just keep my distance?

Patience darling, Patience

Few more hours

New day, new month arrives

I wish of the existence of stars

Talk to me once again, we jive

Remain as our hearts and minds

Once again, BiND.

▌▌ SoLidarity ►

[~ I luckily found in my Case Digest copy. I can still clearly remember how, why and when I wrote this :'>]

Nature and I connect

Making most of this correct

Fresh air I can feel

Smile through the sight of the hill

I thank thee; solidarity, my friend

Rose, biscuits and space

They're all I need in this phase

How solemn can this day be?

As trees had come to see me

Amazed at things, I see solidarity

Temperatures' a different fold

Not too hot, not too cold

Music appears to be my friend too

No more songs that'll make me feel blue

You've always been and will always be

My friend, Solidarity

"A relationship is like a rose, How long it lasts, no one knows. Love can erase an awful past, love can be yours, you'll see at last. To feel that love, it makes you sigh,To have it leave, you'd rather die.You hope you've found that special rose,
'cause you love and care for the one you chose.

08 After 14 ❀

[ NOTE: This post should be after "07 After 13" I just edited some things so it was posted as the "latest post". NVM. :) ]

Feeling so relished,

Now I know everything's finished,

I'm starting to feel new,

Trying to see the other view,

Of everything that I have seen before

Wearing a button-filled sweater,

I never felt the pain until sometime later,

The wound that I have gained,

Wondering why it marked like a letter "J",

Maybe a destined coincidence

What could be its meaning?,

When I have forgotten and left you completely,

Does it mean that I should miss you?,

Or is time testing me of what I have put myself into,

Remind me that like the wound, you, inflicted me pain

In this hallway, alone writing,

Put on my earphones listening,

To the song I used to tag you in,

The song which had the title and lyrics in irony,

Stereos' "Butterflies" is its name

I hear those songs we used to listen to,

But never to worry,too,

Because all those times I hear those songs,

They're like just an ordinary songs now,

Should never be given meaning and should never be remorsed

THE STORY BEHiND:

"I greeted the day with a smile. Everything went well. And LiTERALLY, I really had a wound [ I included the picture of it, if anyone's curious ]. I think  I got that when I got out the jeepney I was on, held the door then some pain scratched my wrist. It really felt like just a scratched so I didn't gave it too much attention. When I got home, there I saw and added it in the poem again. Really weird."