I wish I could put into words how I feel.
The tears have dried up.
The anger is set aside.
I lay and look at your side of the bed,
Empty and untouched.
Thinking of the last words you said.
I wonder sometimes,
If I ever cross your mind.
If you might regret somethings,
Or if it made you smile.
But I hope in your life and the miles you come by,
You find the one you've been looking for.
That endless stretch of road,
That pure love that will wrap its arms around you and never let you go.
For your love was my stepping stone.
Lifting me high,
High as the clouds in the sky.
Where I could almost see heaven,
But I couldn't feel your heart beat for  me like it use too.
I still can't find the words to explain how much I love you.
For my love towards you,
Is more than words could ever describe.

have you ever had that feeling where you just need to let your mind explore.
that powere you have deep down.
that feeling of what you really want to follow threw.
have you ever just want to run just to get the runners high.
i have ran thew the woods with the rain pouring threw the tree canapy.
all you have feeling is how to channel all your emotions so you wont be dead.
have you ever wanted that magical feeling where only the rain gives the perfext sun light with the mist spraying on you body.
i have ran miles threw the woods but i have beengiven wisdom as time pases me.
i feel like i can truly spready my wings and just ruffel them up.
i hav people follow in my own impression.
are you crazy or insane.
my angel wwings have gotten bigger and stronger cause i have just ran freely threw the woods.
nothing can get in my path cause your making a risky mistake.
dont tr to stop me or get to close to me cause you not mak it out alive.
when i run threw the woods i take my paint brush and paint how i see this world.
thers no time for fear when u can just be freely alive and not dye.
ill be bye your syde when you need nurturing around you.
ill keep you safe with my dark angel wings witch can hold off dangers of what so sciety has to offer.
i cant be traped or mind dead cause i havent been ****** up in this silly games.
i have the entire world of woods and tropical forsests to roam around freely with no frear so set me free.
if your want a place to run free with naturses beauty?
then follow your mind letting it free.
so follow what your heart says to be free to let your angel wing spread open up entirely finding new hope for you to be  free.

sometimes you just realize
forever means nothing
and good-byes determine everything
and words are empty
hearts are too
and love is a distraction
and happiness is irrational
and all hope is lost
and
nothing
is
eternal

madmen fools and nothing,
the mien — brazen, stupefied glance
and hungry for light, our words gutted
like our enemies in our ill-thought.

this road dredges, the aporetic line
sifting through new divisions, something
an equation forgets the dividend
and almost always a salient permutation
of men and women and the "takatak" boy
peddling cigarettes to claptrap ***
of metal envoys,

  reciprocating some chances of restive
dreadnaught, diffusion of sweat in
scalding heat of 12:41 afternoon sun
and smoking with bystanders
unaware of the doldrum and the ennui

   it was a fine day in Ortigas.

If i were to know the happenings of yesterday in their entirety
if i knew of everyone who feel in love, and each who fell out
if i knew of those who died, lived, and began again
if i were to know of each new leaf and each form of condensation
the path of every bird, the thought of every dog and the feelings of everyone and every living thing
if i knew the the feelings, the happenings of yesterday
maybe i would know more about today.

Perhaps this time,
It wasn't supposed to be.
Maybe this fleeting happiness
Will some how come to stay,
But I no longer clutch such false hopes.
For me,
I feel a void expanding in my chest;
It never slows,
Increasing as fast as the wind blows.
It's no wonder the feelings,
In which once ran free,
No longer come to me
In gusts like vibrations,
Washing over the sea.
So once again
I ponder the ways
I'll never be able to keep the tears at bay.
A part of me wishes
I'll one day be better,
But I already know
It'll be forever.
For now I just wait
Until I awake,
So then I'll be the one I should be,
Not who I've come to be...

Nations in turmoil, war drags us backwards. One ideology cannot live with another. Blood is shed in order to make a point, famine rages across the land as the helpless and hopeless die. In the throws of birth, the old age passes and the new one comes. From darkness comes enlightenment and a hope for a better tomorrow. As we crawl forward fighting for every inch of ground, time waits for no one as the old struggles give way to the new . In an age to come what will we find, the only thing that is certain is that all things are uncertain. The hope will be in our children, that the old relics of the past will fade and that they will inherit a better sense of self than we hold. In this knowledge may flourish and leave the hatred and malice of the last age behind, giving birth to a better tomorrow than the one before. This must be the outcome if we truly hope to survive.