Wickedness and sins.
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Anti-selfie bill? BULLSHIT.

I don’t usually take selfies but I firmly believe that this is not the kind of law that we need. There are tons of bills that should be enforced the ones that are beneficiary to the fragmented groups and individuals in the nation. Legislators should cater the interest of of general populace.

In my opinion, our legislators are becoming weak critical thinkers. Mas matino pa mag isip sa kanila ang mga nasa kalye. -.-

I tried to lean on the world full of my fears
just to learn how to conquer the chances of
eating me alive without making a way to fight back

But if I am given the chances, I will grab him from his
gorgeous neck and crushed him with full intensity
till no part of it can be seen then I will thrust the
keen blade on his tempting stomach till he
scream out the fears and pains that I cuddled
for years and when he cannot move anymore
I will wrap him with a cloth that would cover
him from his immoral acts and forbid him
from regaining his full will

Thus, justice for me is a sweet revenge
full of cruelty and wickedness from within

I’ve been spacing out lately even if I’m back at school. I wish I can go back.

At this specific hour…

i. At midnight, specifically during 1 am, I think of you lying beside me in my bed, thinking of ways on how you will show your love for me probably through cuddling together, hugging me tightly and filling me with you tender kisses. Years gone by and everything we had is for naught. I just wish that I can go back from the moment that we learned about each other’s name and interest so I can make the most out of it.

ii. At 1 am, I let my blanket cover me so the souls that are trying to wake people up from their sleep won’t see me.They might capture me with their claws and  think that I am one of them for the reason that I am also lost and can’t find the reason why I can’t let myself stop from worrying and feel bad about everything. I am haunted.

iii. But mostly during 1 am, I think of ways on how to survive when the sun rises. I don’t know what will tomorrow can offer or what are the possible things that may happen. Tomorrow can never be guess by anyone, no one can ever tell what may happen. Everything will come in a snap of a finger and the only way to face it is by being armored with such faith and strong belief.

iv. At I am, I  try to reconcile my faith to the creator because I’ve been long gone from its grace. I try to think of ways that will not loosen up my interest but I’ve been doing this for a very long time and nothing becomes successful. Admitting my actions and mistakes may put me into shame from the creator’s vain. I am the creation that anyone could not appreciate.

v. And when clock is ticking its last minute before 2 am- I dream and wonder about my purposes and ambitious plans in life. " Will I be able to finish what I’ve started? Will I be continuing writing? Will I be better someday? Will I be knowing more things about life? Will I get to know my talents and interest before its too late? Will I be brave enough to conquer myself?"  

vi. I still have a long way to go. A way with so much rocks and humps that could make me clumsy and fall down. I know that I’ll be more on battling with myself, not with anyone. I just hope that when this specific hour comes everything is different.

(Source: impactings, via springingforth)

It makes me calm, makes me feel better. I hope its always there and I’ll aways watch it from afar.

At Dawn…

i. You think of the ways on how to live by for tomorrow; same phases, same scenarios every day. You tried to look at the different sides of your life but end up being in the dumpster of your unprogressive nasty acts. You always prayed to him to let you stop counting the goods in your hands instead let you see the epitome of his creation.

ii. Your eyes speak for a thousand words that were never told. You used to stare at the familiar places every day creating the most astonishing and raging words that could describe the essence of the sights that you see.

iiii. Your mind tells a story about your struggles and prospers in life. With your mouth that never tells a lies, you got all your life to tell the tales of your journey but you’re too afraid to sing, to utter the great unspoken words.

iv. We will all come to the end of our lives, we will all come together. We cannot prevent ourselves from walking at the final point of our venture in this world and in the end we’ll be enjoying the open grave that is intentionally made for us.

It’s clear, I can see the face
that I chosen to be with
he opened his arms and lured me

I sold myself with lies and feared
that reality will come
crawling opening my senses

I drowned myself in the sea
of my sold humanity and
haunt myself

Just to find that grief and
sorrow come upon clasping me
feasting my soul

whispering, “Thy soul will
be summoned to him. The
end has come for you.”

I walk myself towards the
direction of the grave that he
offered me

He sings lullaby to my ears
and tuck me in with the blanket
of his comfort and kiss me
slowly taking the last air in my being

Feels like living in a paradise.

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