When you go through something painful, do you find yourself wishing it would go away? Do you pray at night wishing someone could either take the hurt or take you?   What if there exists a contraption that has the ability to wipe all bad memories.   Convenient, right? A wish granted, maybe?   If we think about it, the mere existence of that machine means no more lonely nights or years wasted on regrets. To more severe case...

I lay there, thinking of what could have and what should have been, if only our world were a bit closer. If only, you could have been straighter. If only I, if only, I was a bit braver. I lay in my bed wistfully thinking how it would have been nice to get to know you deeper. To get to feel the touch of your skin a little while longer. To look at you in the eye without holding back. To laugh with you. To walk with you, sid...

Was I never enough?   I know I have given my all I have loved you more than I could ever love myself I have given you all there is to me But still, you have left me Alone, broken and irreparable   It’s incomprehensible, You’ve loved someone, but they don’t love you as much, Or would they even love you at all? It’s even unfair, But has life never been one?   People love and they get their hearts broken, People stay out of...

Like all things I can’t hold, you are untouchable. As if intangible to my touch, it can’t hold you like I wanted. Like how I wish to hold you in my arms and,  Maybe, just maybe feel your warmth. Like all things that are far away, you are unreachable. As if you laid up with the stars, no matter how hard I try to reach up, to stretch my hands, I can’t. I wish that you were mine. I wish that I lay there in the stars with you...

If I were not hard to please or too aloof to say the least If I were to care less with judgements to be at ease If I were too insensible to notice or deaf and blind to see If I were strong enough but no, my heart crumbles to hear thee And now I am wishing I was a person who is far from me Then, I would have never tried holding back my tears I would have never have even to wipe it dry I would have never have to hear re-ech...

I had come to the conclusion that when you tell a soul something, that soul will never cease itself from telling another soul what you have just told that one particular, except the information that was passed, varies. To prove my point, we don’t have a control over the interpretation of someone—how he looks at the things he saw from what you saw differs, conversely, how he take in words and sentiments from what one had s...

I looked at you, with eyes feigning dis-fascination yet frankly, disputing the desire of tugging you and embrace you with amorous caress—thy lips touching mine, as we unravel the unspoken and unnamed force that magnetizes the two of us like a hollow gradually sipping—gravity lavishly pulling every foreign matter towards its crux.Hitherto, the mist of your dark, russet orbs bore into my soul that held no recognition adaman...

Often times, the thought of inexistence crosses my mind. It’s excruciating, the things I have to go through—indeed life was the bitch that has to be dealt. There were even those mournful nights when I wished upon that dead star—shining brightly in the blanket of darkness, that I was void of any emotions. That I was as hard as a hard as a rock; colder than the north pole. Nevertheless, reality has its ways of slapping that...

Dear Romeo,Hey, let me get this straight. I know you would be skeptical if you will read this or not, it’s your choice. I am not going to force you. I know, It took long for me to send this but I was weighing things out. If I’m going to share this or not. I wanted to clear things out basically from the things I’ve heard but it really doesn’t matter, and I don’t care much about it because even if I do, there's nothing much...