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I Wear a Way out Everyday

Maroon sneakers I’ll pass forever Heavy textbooks acted so clever Wait for the green Pretend breathing Check your pulse —tick, tock, Constellation no more For the galaxy is Merely a shelter But not a home Tick, tock, Time is out Got ticket and passport Money and socks Do not grin— while sobbing Kick the grass and leap

Loving Like an Existentialist by Savannah Brown

There are many theories as to how we came to be I’m not sure which one I believe. Did we appear as dually flickering lights above the hazy skyline— fluttering, distant, choking on a stifling fog First, solitary decades of life as a lukewarm utterance whispering, “Oh what is this emptiness?” Hybrid gesturing suggesting half isn’t missing, but whole. But someday, when beacons collide, not coincidence but prophecy, wrenching claims of meant to be The sparks erupt, in ultraviolet chaos—volcanic, raging, a mighty wallop of color and sound, a shattering cry of belonging splitting time itself. I don’t think so. I don’t think I was born to love anyone except myself, but even that, some days, I’m not sure is true. I don’t think our initials are carved into anything immortal. Let alone battered into the very cosmos The air didn’t—lock into place upon out arrival, awaiting the moment our silhouettes would one day fill the empty space I...

Dear, Patrick [a fan-poetriction: The Perks of Being a Wallflower]

Have I ever told you how I constantly feel this tingling feeling, almost like tiny bit volts of being electricized whenever our skin touched? I know it's weird, especially when it comes from me. But I mean it. Take today as an example; I jumped onto you. At the cafeteria. In front of people for the first time. And it could've been more sweet than we could've imagined, but, no. Though some part of me might do really want to wrap my arms around yours in a hope that I could've hushed your pain away, God, I want to take all these bruises by myself. I do. Because instead of cuddling you, like you had always done, I punched you in the face. Because you punched me first and goddamn it I totally deserve it. I wish you would've just ended me today rather than knowing I have to live another day facing the fact that the word 'sorry' would never be enough to aid you. I will be forever doomed and you will be forever aching for what I've done. Wish I wasn...

Tidal Blue

Shall we jump instead of falling? For I've been sick of stumbling A bed of water is waiting for us below Shall we jump and swim in its flow? Behold affection in their azure suds Didn't I use to feel it from your stream of bloods? Hark to the swash that sings us calming lullaby Let's drift off to the strain of its melody You can pretend closing your eyelids And I'll pretend to be a fool as my bids Slowly but surely being turned down And my hopes in your eyes, they drown Twilight red sky—is how I’m supposed to be But instead my heart becomes the blue sea Between the devil and the deep For my thoughts of you are in a heap Soundless dreams sink into foam Should've known when to sail home But my ship has anchored in this cavernous sea Coming home is none but a mindless fantasy written with my twinnie, Dida Hilman. Check out her book for more poems, they're awesome! I designed the cover loh* apasihlismatisana * http://nulisbuku.com/books...

Is There a Word?

Is there a word for unwillingly falling down from a five metered giant slide where it is supposed to be a new fun adventure you could've asked because someone down there might have caught you this time but instead you pushed him away and it could not be more painful mentally and physically? Is there a word for that?

Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye "When Love Arrives"

Eternal favorite poem.

06:38

I was going to say, I woke up from weird dreams I encountered, before I questioned myself whether had I been sleeping or not. For I cannot remember the last memory I had before I fell asleep last night so it feels like I was falling, the next thing you know is you find yourself wondering in a complete different place. I had many weird dreams in one occasion; I think that is just how my brain works when I have something important to do in the morning. I dreamed about this morning. It's not like today is a big day or something. Well, today certainly is important but I worry too much about almost everything so I might just being exaggerated. I wish I would just fall back to sleep instead of writing this to nobody. So that people will stop asking me questions because my sore throat won't let me produce any single voice but hoarse breath sounds. And it is hella painful. Well it's not even my point but whatever. This is not a sad story. I'm just happened to be a lazy po...

I Know You're Smoking

I usually write unpleasant things Mostly about me; Or you There's no difference anyway Though I'm not even sure Of why did I rush to get a pencil to write you this piece Or why did you lie just now About your neighbor who yelled at you Then I happened to laugh about it The same awkward laughter you gave When I boldly said "I hate cigarette." Because I hadn't anticipated That you were having that thing between your fingers Thus I can describe the word 'foolishness' better than oxford For I used to think I know you better than anyone else For not saying "I'm going to protect you, Because I know You're still that beautiful little boy With a pair of eyes that reminds me To the color of my grandfather's favorite shirt. That I'm going to protect you, Cause I know you're smoking another cig just now."

hosh ii

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Anime Review: Chihayafuru (not a pro review so go away)

((May contain spoiler so go away)) (( disclaimer: I don't own the pictures)) (((I'm just a fan okay so shut it))) I feel bad being this rude not to write more detailed information about this anime (too bad this is not goodreads hiksu). I mean you can always find them in Wikipedia right. But I will do give brief (the super subjective ones) information due to my respect towards the authors. orz  Title : Chihayafuru  ( ちはやふる). It has no literal meaning so you have to watch it til the very end to understand it hahaa. Author + Illustrator [manga] : Yuki Suetsugu. You can check out the rest writers and directors of the anime on Wiki-san. Genre : Drama, romance, and sports (karuta)---says the Wiki-san (which I don't quite agree). As for me, Chihayafuru has sports (kaaaruta bakkari lol), slight drama especially on the karuta match (I mean a sport anime without drama is like watching a regular match right), and friendship genre. Chihaya makes this anime becomes ...

If You Happened to Try

I like songs that people hardly know So when I heard you do, I went home smiling I love eating but mostly I sleep during the day So when you asked me, "Aren't you afraid to get fat?" I laught on how ridiculous it sounds For as long as I have you here I wouldn't mind looking like a panda bear So when you told me, "You're interesting, do you know it?" I could not help but giggle nervously at the remark So that you could see how bad I am with compliments For they will float you up to high places but I would prefer to shut my eyes Because when you questioned, "Are you okay?" As I watched you walking out of my door I would stand still as I know I would still like those lame songs would eat midnight snacks would dream big when the moon rises would still have these panda eyes would be thanking you for trying.

Twenty

I used to wonder what does the dark rag of stars above look like until I caught myself staring at the sky again It was not like anything new but the clouds are clearer from here beneath my feet Now I wonder what does it look like underneath these clouds Trees Tides I have seen them all but I had never understood the fear of falling until now.

In Which I Do Not Love Mr. Sherlock Holmes

No, You can never love Mr. Sherlock Holmes. You can never love his eloquent deductive, nor his random fiddle no matter how stunning the harmony is. For his beauty is merely meant to be relished For your only windows are those scented papers Filled with aimless mysterious footprints or sometimes, right, few drops of blood Can only peek through the old pages Make sure the suspect doesn't notice you because darling, he is about to pull the trigger. How wondrous this feeling can be. Before you, I was just a beginner Sir, My eyes were wide opened when I stood on my tiptoe My mind freezes upon the tingling suspense I did not anticipate So when you told me that you love me, I knew I will have to make a room for myself For your 'Mind Palace' is an exquisite place to be looked at but certainly not to be lived in I had to make sure that my trembling body are worthwhile enough to stay or else, to be erased. And when you pulled me deeper in your arm...

Caution (for myself)

This site will be genuinely useless for you and the human race, so you know what to do next. I am an exceptionally ordinary procrastinator with the urge to explode  9¾  times per day. I will not surprise if this site turned out to be another abandoned web junk for I've had them enough in my pocket way before you'll ever find a way to acknowledge me. I am a confused kid who dares herself to heal. I am currently working as part time muggle. When I hit the make-new-blog button, all I was thinking about is how I love the feeling of getting new stuff. Like my brand new 3 inches thick novel or my new pair of shoes, I like the feeling this new born site gave me. Now please excuse me for I have four classes I should attend tomorrow (technically today but I haven't fallen asleep so today hasn't ended yet) and I haven't even rested my shoulders from today's activity (technically yesterday oh whatever). I am currently listening to an extraordinary wonderful song called...