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NPt
25/F She dances her life away.. and drifts into words
It's diff for everybody.. but to me the exposure and my influences got me comfortable with the **** body. As dancer or mover I have high regard for the body, specially my own body. I learned to connect and be aware of own body, every part, every cell of it. Always drawn to the lines and shapes that the body creates how it tells a story and express emotion. When I got into figure sketching community, I was able to be sketch human figure and all the more I got expose to the **** body. All the more I appreciate it and take it as it with no malice or awkwardness. Taking it as it is, as raw and natural it is. Then the real beauty of it rise.
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Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 9:24 AM UTC
How does one come to be comfortable **** body?
Do you remember It is the same feeling of being trapped Do you remember Everything is coming back The heat, the smell of it Every single senses from it It is haunting me Yet I can't say a word to describe it It is dark, gloomy and sad What is it? How come I can't play the game? All I wanted is to escape! Why am I still here? I know I have kept running I never stopped But I can't see the light I have been running But all along my eyes are blind folded There's no way I can see the light There's no way Not even if I open my eyes I will always be trapped With the same senses and darkness Not letting any light in It is the game I always play It is a maze of my own I created my own trap And it is all in my head!
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Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 4:14 AM UTC
Stuck
If I start the words Will it let me catch the emotions If you see a post Probably seeking for attention Then I'll be fine by a validation Still I am lost And I can't hear my words Drifted somewhere Myself is not here Allow me to rush I need it now I close my eyes To escape from the same walls I open them Because today I just need to be okay
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May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 10:19 AM UTC
Quarantine
Your absence is too loud Too loud that it distracts me The distraction is consuming me Consuming my energy Please **** the silence Speak, say something I have been waiting Every bits of time, I check What is beyond this box? I stare at it  just in case I catch you By the time I have come back Oh yes, you've seen it?! My stories are waiting And so are my questions Should I live with your mysteries? Or should I pour in the emotions? In case you don't know Your silence is already killing me Don't let me wait for too long This heart can only survive for a time
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 4:44 AM UTC
Chat Box
I don't really work at 5pm I don't work I just stare I don't work I just watch I watch the sun from a far I stare at it until it finally goes down It is perfect from afar! Lovely to look at. So distant, yet I still fall in love Can't even feel its warmth I don't really work at 5pm Cause all I do is think of you..
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Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC
I don't really work at 5pm
I am facing the world It mirrors myself While outside it is pouring Then I breathe this question In circles, went three-sixty Stated my name One two --twenty-five years Now counting my existence Still a long way to go It takes courage to move forward Tiny steps wont hurt Darling, trust me you are doing.. just fine
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Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
WHAT HAVE I DONE SO FAR
May every waiting reveal its worth That all goodbyes equates to healing Every time we sink in pain Our souls are being shaped Which was never realized by yesterday Every waiting will sure come to an end One day you'll say I'm ready to cross the waiting line Finally, I get to see whatever is the prize Now dare to conquer tomorrow Surely every wound closes Together memories haunt you Nevertheless a new you is born Witness how it will form a trace Yet today, at least try to rise In the end, waiting and healing will become one *Nawa'y ang lahat ng pag-aantay ay may saysay Lahat ng pagpapaalam ay may tumbas na paghilom Pagkatao ang nahuhubog sa tuwing sa sakit nalulunod Kailan man 'di ito nababatid ng kahapon Matatapos din ang lahat ng pag-aantay Isang araw sasabihin **** Handa ka nang humakbang Tuklasin ang kung anong supresa ang naka antabay Ano pa't hamakin mo ang bukas Magsasara rin ang lahat ng sugat Patuloy na magmumulto ang mga alaala Ngunit ang bagong ikaw ang siguradong magpapakilala Masdan mo ang maidudulot nitong mga marka Ngunit ngayon bumangon ka Sa huli, ang pag-aantay at ang paghilom ay magiging isa*
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC
Meeting Point (Tagpuan)
*After all, I just wanna be loved Yes.. Loved - in a special way Never been there.. I always wonder.. how that feels Maybe, it is so beautiful Like the sky Like the brightness of the sun Oh everything that I adore I'll get there... Anytime soon, But dear, please don't hurry just trust, that you'll get there..*
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Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC
Note to 24 y/o self
It is Monday Sips my coffee How do I start the day When I am missing you like a Sunday morning How do we get from point A to point B? Darling, I am waiting But don't let me wait that long Not for another Sunday morning
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Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
Like a Sunday Morning
Tonight I end up drowning in tears Calming my short breaths Not making a single sound Sobbing in mute, keeping it discrete Thought I was fine Saying "been there, done that" Another cycle will sure pass Just like old times, we'll get it through Was I too used to you? Long before I have accepted you And how that demands to be tough Yet tonight, I realize I am not! Each day, your senses are going wild Your mind is out there flowing Blame it on the dopamine Now all eyes is on you Go ahead and speak more For I only hear your soul I witness your brilliant version Which people would never fathom Though you are loud At the moment you are thriving Trying to win versus own emotions Never did it get easier for you Try, keep trying Dad! Don't you dare to QUIT ever again Tonight please sleep tight Well, at least try to..
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Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 8:00 PM UTC
Bipolar Hits