As I'm sitting in the back
memories of the past haunt me
I close my eyes against the pain
trying to block out the noise

The thoughts reverberte in silence
as I fight to hold back the tears
I'm just the girl sitting in the back
so nobody actually cares

I watch the world around me
content to just observe
I see the horrible reality
The truth begins to unfold

The way humans interact
is truly disgusting indeed
because they rely on looks and beauty
instead of what you need

I watch this all unfold
in the back of class
I wipe the tears from my face
silently, beginning to laugh

I may be insane
but I don't really care
I'm broken beyond repair
So nothing really matters

I'm just the girl in the back of the class
as everyone's laugh echoes
I sit in silence, Watching
listening, to the voices

I may have written;
A thousand flowery words.
All of them fell short,
Paltry, meager rendition;
Of such beauty that is you.

Eyes fixated on the skies
Watching a star
Dancing to a tune
Such an enthralling dance
Oh she's coquetting with the moon
Illuminating the heavens
Lighting up the skies
Like a diamond delicately strewn
So ethereal
She jumps and twirls
Like a dainty ballerina
So out of this world
But she's got to hurry up
The sun is on its way
There will be no let up
End this amorous array
To discouple this heavenly tryst
Just like yesterday
When she tried to persist
And the days before that
But baby you can't twist
These legislations
Go get all miffed
Just like yesterday
When you tried to desist
And the days before that
You catchin' my drift?
Eyes heavy with slumber
Vision covered in mist
I sleep to the sight of a blazing sky
To the sight of a passionate rift
Dreaming about this celestial pair
They danced and hugged and kissed

-S.Layaan.

Here's to the writers—

You have the power to paint words
Into beautiful art—
To be able to touch a soul—
To touch one's heart

You can make the stormy sky blue—
Stop the waves from crashing to the shore
You can make all the withered flowers bloom—
Turn winter into summer, a glimpse of gold

You can make someone's dark day colorful—
Gather hope to put in between your words
Make them feel that they are understood—
That they aren't alone in this cruel world

You can mend someone's broken heart—
Put love in between your lines
Let them know that they are enough—
That being hurt is just a part of life

Yes—
We can make a whole new perspective—
We can create a world of our own
And no, we don't speak only for ourselves—
But also for all the lost souls

—Thalia Bautista; Just keep writing

I can't really think anymore.
My words won't ever be enough anyways,
so this is really just for my own sanity.
I understand, even when others don't.
I understand, even when it is not always right to think a certain way.
But I just wish I wouldn't have to be so miserable because of the fact that I'm an understanding, compassionate person.
I just wish that people could have the strength to think past their values, their beliefs.
I just wish that everyone could be united through goodness, not by their thoughts on what goodness is.
I just wish that people who talk too much, listen for once.
I just wish that people who are uprightly moral and enduring and strong
have the ability to see those traits in people who aren't the same as them,
in people who will always be different.
I just wish that I could love whoever I want by who they are on the inside and how they treat me,
not by how other people perceive them,
not by what other people think of them,
not for how they see it as for my own good.
I just wish that people could escape from the words that hurt too much,
rather than taking their anger out on the little ones,
who lack everything in the world.
I just wish I could stop crying
because of other people who cry and think their tears are for me and my own good
but who really cry because I can't reach to where they expect me to be,
who really cry because I can't believe in
what they believe to be the truth.
I just wish
I wasn't so sincere, and humble, and cowardly, after all.

Different colored eggs are scattered in the grass
Children are running down the path
To see what the bunny has left
It won't be long but just wait for the mess
Easter isn't about candy and fun
He died and rose for us, that's the real story of where it has begun...