Perfectly Imperfect

Even behind your glasses I am bedazzled by your eyes your smile that hints that you're up to something nice, always gets me hypnotized your laugh without a care in the world is ever so infectious when you talk or smile, it's with a smirk that's ever so gorgeous You are perfectly imperfect, a tangible dream, a person that inspires your every being.

Everybody Lies.

Everybody lies. A line which made me love Sherlock even more, it is in our nature as human beings to lie. If not to others then to ourselves.

Whether to serve an ulterior motive or to convince other;even ourselves to another version of truth,because sometimes the truth is a scary, bitter medicine that we refuse to take in.

It is the red pill to your own Matrix, a dilemma; The assuring lie, or the inconvenient truth.

Of necessity, of fear or of boredom we lie, it is one of the unique flavors in life, and a spin to what Alice in Closer said

"Lying is the most fun someone can have without taking their clothes off."

Song Joong Ki

To hurt and to suffer is to live, without it everything could be one big dream.

A sudden burst of feelings

You are a constant reminder of what is beautiful and pure about this world

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Binuksan ko ang aking kalendaryo Kung saan ang kahapon ay tayo, ang ngayon ay kayo at ang bukas ay ewan ko. Binuksan ko ang aking kalendaryo Kung saan ang kahapon, ang ngayon at bukas ay Abril a-uno. Niloko, niloloko at lolokohin ko ang sarili ko Na umasang balang araw ay babalik ka sa buhay ko.

I am not afraid that I won't meet the one. I'm afraid that I let her slip away.

Pangarap

Gusto ko ng isang araw man lang sa buhay ko. Na magpakalango sa alak, maglasing, magwala. Sabay na kalimutan ang lahat at alalahanin ang lahat. Na wag intindihin ang bukas o paghinayangan ang kahapon subalit mabuhay sa ngayon. Sumayaw ng walang musika, kumanta ng wala sa tono, mabuhay ng malaya at para lang sa sarili ko.

Tinder

I'm happy that I'm hurt. It means that what I felt was real. I thought it was painful to be an option, but I just realized that never being one would be my biggest fear. A gentle spark, a tinder to my heart, without warning extinguishes and disappears.

I guess my dreams forgot the memo that I am over you.

Free

I am beaten I am smiling I am laughing I am crying I am hopeful I am hopeless I am loud, I need to drown this silence I am free, not bound to anybody I am shackled, chained with your memory would you please wrap your arms around me again caress my body again Again But I am free, at least I think because I choose to be

And another one! Excuse the mispronunciations, again. I was reaallyyy reaalllyyy nervous, alcohol couldn't completely calm my nerves. lol. Reading "Ghost of you"

Crossing reading poetry in public off in my bucket list! Though I really need to practice, it was both and nerve-racking and fun experience. Reading my "Istorya" compo.

Istorya

Ang storya ng ikaw at ako at tayo ay isinulat sa pahina ng buhay ko hindi tulad ng post sa facebook o text sa cellphone na natatabunan o di kaya draft sa computer na madaling burahin at kalimutan Ito ay isinulat gamit ang modernong pluma kahit anong bura ay di maiiwasang mabasa pa kahit pilasin ang napagsulatan ay naka ukit pa rin ang alaala sa bagong pahina sana naukit nalang ang istorya natin sa bato, para permanente at walang magbabago pero ano pa ang maisusulat dito? Wala nang tayo, ang meron nalang ay storya mo at storya ko.

Inspiration comes from pure bliss or utter chaos... Or traffic... yep, traffic works as well.

Again

How I’d love to see your face again Your eyes again Your smile again

How I’d love to hear your voice again Your laugh again Your song again

How I’d love to feel you near again Your warmth again Your skin again

How I’d love to love again

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I miss laughing until I cried, crying until I fell asleep, feeling the butterflies in my stomach, feeling my head throb with anger. I miss feeling complete, not having this space inside of me thats full of emptiness, no expressions and no emotions