Sorry, I need to rant. I am fuming mad right now.
SHUT UP. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up, please? I went with the better group, used my iniatiative … and now, YOU’RE JUDGING ME??? I wouldn’t want to be, no offense, part of a group with lazy members. Don’t use me for your advantage. You people take me for granted. You don’t even talk to me when I need something. Whilst its you who need help, you...
She tugged her jacket closer towards her heaving chest as the rain splashed and dripped; pitter-pattering all over her. She shivered at the droplets and her chin quivers at its touch. It was too much for her to handle. She walks down the cold, mud-splashed road, with blinking streetlights looming above. She abruptly stops and now she hears the rain like a roaring lion. Alone, she thought. I...
She sits on the cold windowsill, her fingers curled around a cup of hot coffee. She stays blank as she watch the birds fly off towards fallen branches, their fragile feathers dripping wet with the rain. Her breaths become heavy and her chest starts heaving up an down. She creates a mark on the glass as she sigh and her eyes droop to a sad curve. How did everything turn out to be so wrong? She...
I’m currently watching the London 2012 Olympics. I don’t even know what I’m watching, I think it’s football. Yeah so, was rooting for Honduras (I don’t know why, exactly. Maybe it’s because they’ve been to the 2008 Olympic Games) but …. Morocco scored. Okay. Fine.
I used to be strong I used to be tough I used to believe in the magic of t r u e l o v e I used to fight for the the emotions I feel Until it vanished The moment you d i s a p p e a r e d What was it in you that struck...
One point for McDonalds
Went for a bit of snacking with some of my friends at McDonald’s. It was really unnecessary to go with the new store, and we could have gone to the old one (lines are now shorter) but the city is buzzed about it so, why not? Hot fudge and cheeseburger. My normal order. But I’m slowly liking the Oreo McFlurry and Chicken Burger combination, though the Oreo McFlurry is waaay more...
What’s better? Me with a photography blog or a personal/poem/text post blog? Thank You! Your answers are greatly appreciated.
High school has changed me into a person who I thought I would never be.
I live under a pile of burnt ashes Secluded among the corners of the universe And not to be seen I live among the unearthly creatures Masked with my own weakness And now I appear vulnerable I creep along the tunnels of unknown Crawling over damp, hidden floors And still … I stay inevitable
Why Paris? Why not the London Countryside? Why Paris? Why not the Italian greenlands? Why Paris? Why not the Mediterranean? Why Paris? And not Greece? Why Paris, from all the beautiful places?
I do not know why I am still awake. It’s already 12:15 AM and I need to be up early tomorrow for school. My eyes aren’t tired yet, but I need rest. My English notebook is in front of me. Homework is done, of course. But I’ve still got the Biology Jingle (about parts and functions of plant cells), the Filipino and English bulletin boards, Geometry summative quiz, my 2...
airplanes-in-the-nightsky replied to your post: Important Hey, does that mean youre converting to a 100% text blog? Why not have 2 blogs? Message me if youre gonna reply i’m lost Nope. I’ll be like a 50% vintage photography blog (or any type of photoblog) and be a 50% personal / literature blog. It’s hard to be a blog ‘blog’ since you’ll need ideas freshly...
McDonald's Store and It's Comfort Room
The new McDonald’s store that had its grand (extra grand, If allowed to say) opening last week would have been a nice place to hang out, except for the fact that people went crazy and squished themselves into the store. They had installed (grammar check) a desserts booth outside, which is pretty new to me since I’ve never seen a desserts booth (yeah, I aint cool). Three days after...
If you’re a photography blog following this blog, you can unfollow me now. If you’re a fandom blog following this blog, you can unfollow me now. It’s either I’m crazy or either I don’t care about my follower count anymore and that, all I care for is for me to state my true opinions on journalism, currents events (not too political, of course) and just anything that...
Because she'd rather die than be without him...
Hands rose up in defeat, heart veins entangling with drying blood ropes; her chest heaved up and down as she breathed. Tears streamed down her once perfect face as she struggled with the metal chain enclosing around her ankles. She was being tortured, and yet she doesn’t fight. She’s emotionally attached to those memories now long gone. Her broken heart is crying, and yet, tiny rays of hope...
He climbs up the wall And falls back down He takes off his mask And kisses me from upside down He wears a costume With red and blue design He delivers out pizzas From time to time Spiderman, Spiderman Come at me I’ve been talking about you Recently And now I don’t Know what to say anymore I’ve scrambled up words Because you’re there by the door Oh, what am I talking about? I can’t close...
She’ll always look, in the mirror to see If her reflection will suit, the society She tucks in her belly, And slaps her arm They wiggle as she, Tear herself apart
Coffee mugs and sleepless nights
Another busy weekend. I need to focus more on studying and finishing up all my requirements. School has been hectic for me and now I sleep at 1 o’clock. It should be changed though. I get really sleepy and tired, but I still try to avert my attention away from it and just listen to class discussions. I now drink coffee, not everyday of course, just the occasional. Algebra, Research,...
You know the bad thing about being known? It’s when, after a while, you become forgotten.
Tomorrow will again be a day of coffee mugs and books. Exam week is coming up and I want to prepare myself. Quizzes, school paper eliminations, assignments, reports … high school is killing me. I should be so worried about my grades but … All I’m doing right now is eating a chicken burger, editing my theme, and staring at the computer. BECAUSE YOLO. #boom
She was a wisp of white hair A silk of scarlet scarf She was my lover and my pair And my follower into the dark
Take me away from reality. And drag me into fantasy.
In Between Shadows (A Poem)
*Topic suggested by l-o-v-e-d-a-i-s-i-e-s. The title is slightly irrelevant. My writing was affected due to my mom’s arrival. And there’s no way she’ll catch me writing something about love. I welcome critics. She crumples up her hair and crunches them in her fist She is crumbling down from bit to bit Tears are streaming down her face as she sits on the ground The ground where she used...
Finishing up something requested by a follower. It’s not exactly what she asked for but I am trying my best. It’s really hard to write an emotional poem when all that’s inside my mind is the Ozone Layer song. It’s really annoying. What a wonderful space suit for the precious Earth … *poker face*
The indescribable must be named. The world shall hear stories of my adventures and they shall sigh upon hearing the greatness of me. Mountains shall bow before me, lending peak after peak of their glorious cones. And the water below shall slosh against my palm, creating paths embossed in between the folds of my hand. I am great. But I am dead.
I am currently fangirling over two people younger than me. Why? Because they are popular kids and they, holy crap, talked to me.
Poem suggestions? I’m up for anything, though I can not assure you that what I’ll be writing will be of quality. I am down. Just failed a Geometry quiz for the fact that we needed to include solutions. No solution equals to zero. Yeah … Crappy. Still, I feel like writing. I’m preparing myself for the second elimination for the school paper and every now and then...
The Soldier Boy (A Poem)
I once met a boy, Who was young and fresh, Yet not full of joy One day I watched him with a smile in his face As he reached up for a toy wrapped up in a plastic case The toy was a gun Long, sleek and It seems like a capsule for enjoyment and fun He smiled and laughed and grabbed his gift Ran around the field with a swift drift He played with it...