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highwind
17/M/Philippines
it was too early to let go, but was the sky—a hodgepodge of red, orange, and blue— weeping for our permanent parting? we were drowned in a swathe of starlight black as if the moonlight cloaked us with invisible fabric? we were there, i knew, but even my loudest shouts was no match for your indifference. our eyes, untrammeled even by the tempestuous winds, gazing like rapiers through skin, only vacillated by my innermost deluge. in the nightfall, i see you outshining the sun, but what am i then, a rock, a moon in the morning sky? your gaze, resolute and unfaltering, like a soldier facing a barrage of mercenaries. i reach for you in my haze of thoughts, only to be impeded by my wistful diffidence. the mere thought of you electrify me— a robot begging for every inch of shock. you are my ardor through which my soul is replete, a sharp pang as i wake up from my nocturnal reverie. i am a monolith weathered by the voyage of time, and in my days, crumble into specks of dust. i'll get to you soon, however far it may be— the earth, the sun—just as you breathe me in, and only then will i truly leave.
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Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
longing
there, it pierced my skin. blood gushes out like fireworks in the night sky. the pain gave me the life i've been longing. years of existential dolor, culminating to this. the sharp, searing pain. demons in my brain—expunged at that moment. sordid as you may call me, i have never felt more alive. how much more is the blackout that follows this? i want more of this. the frissons of excitement that i feel in every drop. i faint to the exhileration, but not before i smear the tears of red on my face, the floor, my body. i am now an effigy. a mannequin, go burn me now and i'll cherish every single moment of my flesh searing as i languish in pain, but with a boisterous laugh! i wanted pain. life never gave me pleasure—the rapture of being alive. all it gave me were the torment of misadventures. i longed pain for so long, i'll savor every drop. more. i yearn for more. my visual blackouts are nearing, and the darkness— it's waiting for me like a long lost brother, unseen. i am ready to devote myself to a new life. stop. i don't want this. nothing waits for me but an eternal darkness. the void of which i'll spend the whole eternity. it's too late. i hear the door open. my mom winces in shock. she lets out a piercing shout as painful as a bulldozer crushing me into splinters. didn't you want this? you've had a vehement yearning for liberation for so long. stop you have no place in this world. you are a nonentity in this world. no i'm not your life is nothing but an illusion. mom, i'm sorry the darkness envelops my vision into jet black. i can no longer think. what have i done my brain is shutting down. mom, i'm sorry goodbye. 27/09/2018
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
mental diaries of a neurotic
there, it pierced my skin. blood gushes out like fireworks in the night sky. the pain gave me the life i've been longing. years of existential dolor, culminating to this. the sharp, searing pain. demons in my brain—expunged at that moment. sordid as you may call me, i have never felt more alive. how much more is the blackout that follows this? i want more of this. the frissons of excitement that i feel in every drop. i faint to the exhileration, but not before i smear the tears of red on my face, the floor, my body. i am now an effigy. a mannequin, go burn me now and i'll cherish every single moment of my flesh searing as i languish in pain, but with a boisterous laugh! i wanted pain. life never gave me pleasure—the rapture of being alive. all it gave me were the torment of misadventures. i longed pain for so long, i'll savor every drop. more. i yearn for more. my visual blackouts are nearing, and the darkness— it's waiting for me like a long lost brother, unseen. i am ready to devote myself to a new life. stop. i don't want this. nothing waits for me but an eternal darkness. the void of which i'll spend the whole eternity. it's too late. i hear the door open. my mom winces in shock. she lets out a piercing shout as painful as a bulldozer crushing me into splinters. didn't you want this? you've had a vehement yearning for liberation for so long. stop you have no place in this world. you are a nonentity in this world. no i'm not your life is nothing but an illusion. mom, i'm sorry the darkness envelops my vision into jet black. i can no longer think. what have i done my brain is shutting down. mom, i'm sorry goodbye. 27/09/2018
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we were in mutual coordinate in natural synchrony of our own microcosms. we were bathed in showers of the starlit cloak that greets us before the morn. we were slowly revolving around our own mutual center of gravity. we were slowly spiraling as we near each other's force of attraction. we saw each other spiraling toward an event horizon, of which escapes are to no avail. we were hurtling towards each other, bracing no impact, but with arms wide open. we danced 'til the night has passed, and slowly have i realized the truth of it all. we danced a moonlight dance, but it was i, alone in my mind's delusional figment!
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 5:05 AM UTC
moonlight dance
mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the weakest of them all? see my splintered fragments fall? those pieces of me—big and small. mirror, can you help me see that wicked boy in front of me? help me, mirror, i can't see the charm of the world around me. mirror, he's now out to **** if i won't love myself, who will? years of numbness, i can't feel the knife that's there to pierce my skin. ---------------------------------------------------- my mind is now starting to spin. searing pain, but i can't feel. if i won't love myself, who will? mirror, he's now out to **** reflections of his memory— as twisted as it could be. that wicked boy in front of me, mirror, can you help me see? into the ground, i slowly fall. see those red drops as they fall? i am the weakest of them all, mirror, mirror on the wall.
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
mirror, mirror?
a vast orange fissure opens in the face of the earth. the sky—a mirage of blue and orange—portends darkness. the canyon, in its grandeur, is nothing more than a tessellation of orange and black from shadows of unknown. a measly being stands alone, right by a hungry cliff. clueless, you are accompanied by aimless tumbleweeds. they seem to be running away from something. shouldn't you run away from whatever it is, too? the wind sweeps the barren landscape, devoid of life. the sun kisses vivid orange rocks and dirt one last time. you shout to the seemingly-endless expanse of orange, but you only hear the burning souls shouting in return. the darkness slowly envelops your field of vision. whatever is chasing you is now inching by, bit by bit. the dusk is fast approaching, but you have nowhere to hide                              ...and so you run, but the cliff is a dead end.
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 4:10 AM UTC
grand canyon
as clear as ice, in night or day reflecting faintly, a soulful reverie reminding its presence subtly dewdrops dripping rhythmically standing in the way, an invisible wall trying to reach the distant horizon of which, birds appear and disappear like speckles of black in orange canvas eyes—blank and expressionless mournfully staring in quietude of the distant mountains and hills and clouds floating idly in monotone silence, a hand reaches out only to be impeded by a cold caress
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC
window
the landscape—bleak and barren a fur coat of white sprawls the horizon snowflakes silently resting glinting fulgently with the winter sun rays of warmth in winter air the sun caresses like mother's love azure skies like paint on canvas— as untainted as a daughter's heart
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
winter
we are nothing but corporeal beings tangible, earthly, and most of all, perishable we are passengers riding in our own trains in a seemingly perpetual motion but we are doomed by our expiry which could already be looming in the distance it might already be standing by the door ready to bury us beneath our tombstones we get reminded by our impermanence only when death himself shows at our doors when we are already beneath our tombstones emblazoned with our own epitaphs we fade into dust, and become one with oblivion but all is not lost, you can still see me looming there in the blooming flower fields, in the open skies out in the ocean, the wilderness i fly with the birds, flow with the breeze and swim with the fishes beneath the sea in all your searching, you won't find me but i am here, now one with the earth
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
memento mori
i dwell in the past, yet i live in the future time flies so fast, yet it feels like forever
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
foresight
we were each other's sunlight shining brightly upon each other as we give each other a touch of earthly warmth we were two celestial bodies bound together by each other's gravity revolving about a mutual coordinate moving in universal synchrony but it looks like all our hydrogen has ran out and we collapsed into a white dwarf—dim light no life, no soul, cold to the touch we are running out of light and you gave up on emitting yours yet i force myself to keep on shining like i'm milking stone, it's hopeless
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
stonemilker