Walastik na ending

Syet. Medyo hindi ko naeenjoy ang mga huling araw ng 'hols' ko. Natetesting ang aking nonexistent skills sa time management. Plus bad trip pa ako kasi hindi ko nakuha yung iba kong subjects.

Botdei ni Jo-chan ngayon! Hafi votdei! Kita sa Linggo otei?

*sigh*

Kaazar. Lights Out bukas AT J-CRUNCH. Hindi sila konplik, pero medyo mahal kung pupunta ako pareho. Uutang cguro ako...WAAAAAAH!!!!! Ayoko! Tang na, nahuli ako mag-apply ng isang buwan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*sigh*

May duty ako mamaya. At sa Sunday. Sa Sunday, botdei ni Jo-chan. Tapos diretso CCP work.

My gas. Namumulubi ako.

I miss you nga pala. ^_^

Eto na naman...

Shallow Tears

Never shall I cry again
Over milk spilt
laundry stained
dishes broken
meals burnt

Over tests failed
money lost
blankets torn
pictures ruined

Over secrets found
love discovered
victories snatched
friendships poisoned

A little scratch won't kill
No need for tears to spill

The world has
No room for pathetic people
No time for petty troubles
No love for self-pity
No strength for shallow tears

Psychosis, How Original

I believe I'm going mad.

My madness started out as dreams. Regular dreams that everyone has had. Facing a crowd naked. Flying 3 feet high and no higher no matte how much effort is put. Running with all strength on leaden feet. Things like that and many more.

I have a handful of dreams I remember, some of which date back to when I was an infant. Some I purposely imprinted in my memory for the sake of, well, memory.

But now I'm afraid for the dreams have been clearer lately. They're so hard to just toss aside the moment I wake. They're just too...real.

And I'm afraid. Because I feel like I'm losing my touch with reality. I feel so detached with everything around me. Like I'm so wrapped up in my fantasyworld and stopped caring about everything else. I've even convinced myself that these dreams have some significance in my daily doings. I remember names...searching for that illusion of hope, maybe.

I keep journals, old letters, things of the past that I may look upon to remind me of what I was. But even as I do so, I feel too distant from it. Like my past was just part of a dream.

I watch movies and fancy myself as one of them. I read books and immerse myself in that world. And I drown, oblivious to the chaos around me.

And I'm afraid. Because the movies seem more concrete than this...thing I'm leading everyday.

Even now, I think it's not me who's writing this.

I am mad.

Ka-DOLL-dalan

Two tanka and a short chuva poem...yan ang pinagkakaabalahan ko habang nagpapatusta sa harap ng eckeltric fan.


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Ventriloquy

Dummy talks of love
The words echo hollowly
Glass stare evokes fear
No need for a heartless doll
The puppetmaster I seek

Ventriloquy II

A marionette king
Wooden throne coloured with age
Teddy bear subjects
Afraid of his strings breaking
But tired of them nonetheless

Ventriloquist's Soliloquy

Gifted with no mouth
And a voice that speaks for itself
Overshadowed by dolls
Who pretend to be people
Wanting voices...

I am the puppeteer
But why do I feel
Like I am the one with strings?

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