Common

With these hands,

It could not,

Create perfection,

It refuse to bow to my needs.

My sole desire to create,

To be recognize,

So there'll be words,

Of inconsequent,

Of  ergodic certainties,

Of nothing at all,

Staled

Staled.

It had no name,

It had no life,

It expired nonetheless,

Cautiously it rotted,

Fading into the ground,

Defiantly and grudgingly,

Unheeded, anonymous,

Staled.

passing

I do not believe your face,

Your lips as it curved your words,

I never seek your consolation,

You’re drowning me,

I cannot fit into your little world,

As with days passing,

Void.

Games, games and games

You don’t get to kiss/your tongue is an awful release,

Bid me my goodbyes/before I’ll leave you dry,

You say you don’t like to brag/while your lips utters all the lies,

Wake up, wake up/hold the pillow tighter,

You’ll never see me later/hands up, hands up,

Its time to surrender/your games, I’ll turn it over,

The Ruined

I came to her,
Intoxicated with a fantasy,
In an exchanged of a moment,
I knew she was too,
And the we both fell,
Never to recover again

The Facebook Affair

Out of sight?

No, it can’t be,

Not with you staring back at me,

Back at nothing,

Out of words,

That defines it,

What is left is a small token,

Of remembrance before you fade,

Into nowhere,

Color my inch, hinged my need,

I have been bored. That much is not hard to predict, its only time before the walls started to gnaw on my existence but on a brighter note, I have found myself a friend. Her name will not be announce, her presence will not be describe but it is enough to say that I am happy enough…for now.

So I have been coloring, I have been dabbling with art, I say dabbling because one, I am no artist neither do I have artistic talent. My years of schooling proved that, anyhow, it’s been quite the therapy and she enjoyed it too. This is it then, till I have reasons to write or musings that worth posting, I’ll be in my room, coloring. 

In The Dark

It’s raining outside and the feelings that came with me… made me feel uneasy. My English had worsened. I didn’t read any book lately, too caught up with my one sided personal drama. I’m trying to get better but I need a closure, I tried telling myself that I don’t need it but the more I stays on this side of nonchalant, not caring space… the more it haunts me at night.

Maybe I shouldn’t have let it get to me but I’m tired of letting people in, the end result is always heartbreaking. I can’t stay lonely either but I’m too hurting to start over.

A lot of sayings, a lot of words but none like you.