Ayokong ituloy 'to
Tila mabilis ang lahat
Pero aaminin ko
Ang sayang tignan ng mga
Ngiti mo
Ngiting nakapagpapaligaya
Ngiting babaunin hanggang pag-uwi
Ngiti **** kay sarap balik-balikan
Sa utak kong magulo
Ngiti **** ang sarap isako
Sa puso kong naghihilom
Ayokong ituloy 'to
Dahil gusto ko
Kapag nakahanap ako ng taong
Muling gugustuhin
'Yung sigurado na
'Yung siya na
Ayokong ituloy 'to
Tila mabilis ang lahat
Gusto ko sigurado
Uulit-ulitin ko sa makulit kong ulo
Uulit-ulitin ko sa pasaway kong puso
Wala 'to
H'wag mo lang pansinin
Dahil ayokong magustuhan pa kita lalo.
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 11:22 AM UTC
People always argue as to which of the two is more important:
Words or Actions
They say the pen is mightier than the sword,
And in a different context
They declare that Actions speak louder than words.
But instead of defending which is better, I say we must change our view and see that the two is ever better - together.
Like the sun and the sky, they both serve different purposes, but together they form the perfect weather.
Like the lead and eraser, they come from different places, but as they set aside differences, they become together a useful tool known as a pencil.
Just as coffee always taste better with creamer, And chairs work best with tables, so do Words and Actions when paired together.
Because without each of the other, words mean nothing and actions won't clear anything.
So instead of fighting over which "speak" better, I suggest we value them equally, because
"Actions accompanied with Words speak louder together"
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
I have started to realize how important it is to find happiness within yourself, and not from other people.
The worst thing you can do is place expectations upon someone that isn't yourself.
Because believe me, you will receive nothing but disappointment.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
That moment when your brain betrays your heart
It happens in slow motion
and all you can do is watch
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:46 AM UTC
I know I said that I really don't care what people think about me
But really I do
And I hate that I do
And I'm working on it
I'm working on trying to not feel so afraid
To be who I am
I'm trying to find my sense of confidence
I'm trying to be confident
And I'm struggling
But I'll find it someday
I'll find my sense of confidence
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
She was tired from the teachers trying to control her thoughts
She was tired from the friends who could never vocalize the things she didn't know she did
She was tired because people never thought she could get tired
She was tired from waking up every morning with a hope that today would be better
And falling asleep that night telling herself
"Someday, it has to get better."
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
The way the moonlight
Leaked onto her bed
Allowed her to forget
All the pain inside her head
And let her believe
She was sleeping on the milky way instead
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
He looked into my eyes, deeply, and seldomly blinking. His body was trembling, as if the very earth herself quaked within his veins. He was breathing heavily; the intake shallow, the output, shallower still. His skin was damp from the nerves, of course, not the heat. For it had barely begun. He reached for my hand and held it tightly and a part of me, for but a moment, enjoyed the fact that he needed me. He clung to me with his face pressed against my chest occasionally emitting a quiet moan. Eventually, I felt his wet warmth soak into my shirt. It hurt me, but I didn't make him move. I stayed still and held him until the panic attack was over, until the wet tears dried. This is how I defined my love; how I make love. Acceptance, compassion, guidance, and a friend.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC