thebuchiseries
This is all about the side of me that inhales stuffs and poops poetry. Or if its that what you call it. I am not a poet of some sort but I am a definitely a soul(ist). Connect. / / thebuchiseries.tumblr.com / http://instagram.com/chichilane/ / http://ask.fm/thebuchieseries
Dear self I write for you. Are you pleased?
Dear followers I write for you. Are you pleased?
Dear haters I tried so much for you. Are you pleased?
Dear critics I always think of you. Are you pleased?
Dear self you gain followers again. Are you pleased?
Dear followers can't you find a single fault? Are you pleased?
Dear haters I just check my spelling word for word. Are you pleased?
Dear critics I read everything you said. I am careful now. Are you pleased?
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
PAG-IBIG, NAPA-KOMPLIKADO MO
NAGBUBUHOL-BUHOL ANG UTAK KO
MAPAGKUNWARI PA MINSA’Y SUSULPOT
WARI’Y NAGPAPANGGAP NA SUOT
MAPANGAHAS KA, AT WALANG PINIPILI
MATAPOS UMASA, PUSO’Y NASAWI
O MAPAGPANGGAP NA PAG-IBIG!
KAILAN KA MAKAKATIKIM NG GALIT?
TIWALA’Y NILAAN
PAGKATAPOS AY IIWAN
SUKDULANG HAPDI
KATUMBAS AY PIGHATI
HINDI MO BA NALALAMAN
KUNG GAANO KASAKIT MASAKTAN?
HINDI MO MANLANG BA TUTULUNGANG
MAG-HILOM ANG PUSONG NASAKTAN?
TATAWANAN MO NALANG BA
ANG PUSONG NAPILAYAN?
HABANG SA IYONG HIGAAN
IKA’Y SARAP NA SARAP SA PAG-HIMLAY?
O MAY AWA PA BANG NARARAMDAMAN?
SA PUSONG MINSA’Y MINAHAL
KAHIT HIBIK LAMANG NG BALIKAT
AY HUWAG SANANG IPAGKAIT
SA PUSONG MINSA’Y INIBIG
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
Hope has finally ended
And pain into it’s bed once again
It’s more beautiful when the skies finally set its dim
To be reminded that pain was once more real
If ever the valley would sing lullabys
Let it sing once again
Though pain is once and will be lost
It’ll be not as painful as it is before
Sometimes it is bright to see
That even the stars would loose its light
Even birds will loose their flight
And even oceans will never to be sight
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
We people
We are capable of loving because we are made by love
So we speak love, do love
And live like love completely
We never really needed a pen to write it,
We can actually speak it..
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC
Tonight i realized that there’s beauty and power in every song because there’s an inspiration, no matter what its message is, there is a complete phenomenon on how the songs speak and communicate with our souls. Maybe it is also composed with emotions, not just that, but love and longingness..
Every song has a heart, how it is poured out in a song..it sets its emotion in every note, every heart beat, every hum . It is what we feel. The reason why we are being connected to it whenever we open ourselves. That’s why we cry hearing a song, changed lives occur, realizations taking place.
As I sang love songs, I realized that these love songs also is a way on how God communicates with us. It tells us how he feels for us, the same way the song is made for someone. God also has feelings. He also expresses his love, not only in act of kindness by providing us all we need but even in a song, he speaks real loud. If only we have ears to hear it, we could.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
Maybe she’s not the ugliest but she’s known as the dorkiest girl in school. The girl that still lacks confidence. The one who wears long sleeves during summer. The one who belongs with the audiences during pageant nights. She is just silent and reserved. She’ll never be her crush’s type of girl. She never hoped or even believed that she had the chance. She knew that it was nothing to fight for, her faith has slowly fainted. She surrendered and accept the defeat. For no matter how hard she screamed and how closer she gets, she knew that she will never be noticed. She was just an ordinary girl who also had a dreams of her own and a life so much to fulfill but is shut up with opportunities because the lack of self worth.
She failed to understand herself and even try to accept it until she reached to the point in her mind that the only thing that she could be accepted is through being somebody else..sigh *
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
Love covers all fault
It touches a wicked soul
Pure love captures the heart
Trials endure through endless love
For you are the one that leaves a mark
into my wounded pierce of heart
Letters are sweet whisper
The confessions of sincere lover
You are the tickle sensation
You leap my heart’s inspiration
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
When was the last time i felt emotional and teary eyed?
The last time i felt like a real human?
When was the last moment i tried to captivate my dearest thoughts?
That moment I felt irrational..
When was the last time I seek for wisdom, coffee, book and warmth?
The last time I tickle my guitar and sing with all I am.
The last time I treasured the serene sound of the air
And sat on the most tip edge of the boat..
The moment I watched the perfect blue skies..
Still myself in the middle of the sea..
The last time I burst in anger of my own faults..
And laugh at my own self’s stupidity..
The last time i fell in love with someone..
Felt compassion for the lost to the point that
I no longer seek my own good but the good of those people I love..
I guess I’ve become mechanic for some time,
And forgotten that I am still living a human life..
I walk and talk when said, i have done this and done that myself,
All is required to be done by sched..
Yhis is whats filling my head instead..
"Am I still human?" I asked myself,
As I rise and take a peek of myself in front of the mirror..
I saw my full body reflection..
Still having my heart locked up inside my body’s rib..
And my skin still stitched with me, protecting my innermost being..
I bit my lip as i ***** myself,
A big grin started overlapping my face..
With all conviction I said,
”I will be a human today! for I am a soul in this living body!!!”
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
i miss..
his cute sleep poses..
coming in and out of the window..
the way he meows whenever he asks for food..
sneaking and sleeping inside my brothers bedroom..
his fluffy stretched belly..
how he interlaced my feet on the way to kitchen..
welcome meows when i got home..
carrying him like a babe thou he’s too heavy..
overdosing him with cat food..
our exchange meow languages..
the way he smells like cockroach like most of the time..
but i still kissed him..
bites & scratches..
how he loves the way i scratch and massage his body..
lie down everywhere, end up cleaning the floor coz..
he’s like a thick rag and a mop at the same time..
hope he’ll be home soon..
or i’ll overdose him with cat food and he’ll die of my kisses..
hope our neighbors didn’t have the intentions ..
to cook him coz we’ll have him for dinner
as soon as he got home (joking).. ^_^
i miss you cat, you made me cry ..-___-..
please come home :’
p.s. lea is waiting for you, she’s now skinny thanks to u :<
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
Stop pretending that anything was that easy
So easy that is not even close to easy at all..
Sometimes it keeps me wondering
How long it takes me to finish something
When other people were just saying like
"Oh, it just took me a while."
You know how bad it makes me feel?
Wondering if I'm just slow
Or those people got super powers??
And I ain't got any?! wt..
But let me say this..
People of this human world!!!
You have to be honest sometimes
That you have gone through a lot of things also
Till you end up to where you are now..
It's not gonna pull you down
Or will erase you from your hall of fame or something..
Instead it will inspire others so that they can also do the same things..
That it can be possible
And can be acquired!
Let's say, Yes, you are more talented than most of these people
But isn't it more good to help each other out?
Than just being there alone in the spotlight?
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC