My ears are irritated by the ticks of the clock.
As the big hand struck twelve,
And the little hand rose to three.
My grey thoughts begun to lock.
Colorful Ideas are slowly shelved,
And I am accompanied by me.

Tasks are halfway done,
So are my half-closed baggy eyes.
I wonder why I took up the task,
Just for a coffee sprinkled in cinnamon.
It should not come to a surprise
That I do what you ask.

I stared blankly at the work,
Let it be writing, editing, or mixing.
each passing time I become more efficient.
like a robot connected to a network,
programed to tick without out stopping.
But my ears continue to listen.

I still hear the ticks,
And I'm slowly getting tired.
Tasks are still halfway done.
I should be done a quarter to six.
My body should be able to rest, if acquired.
Still, all of these are really fun.

Blooms

Badabeem badaboom.
How the flowers bloom.
Every aspect is given a thought.
Every petal is being sought.

Amazing how the world works,
By the pattern of the given quirks.
It seems to flow at every turn,
By the stem that has so much to yearn.

By early morning each petal has glittering dew.
Will bring sparkles to you unending view.
As the early sun rises to the blue sky,
It softly touches the soft flower by.

I would love you to express yourself,
And not be bounded by yourself.
For every thought kept will implode,
Until all kept thought will explode.

Cry if you must.
Laugh if you will.
Your feelings will last.
It will be a thrill.

I want you to weep.
I want you to be glee.
I want you to fell every color of every spectrum.
I want you to be you.

Bakit bucket, bakit.

Ito ay nilalagay ng tubig ng damdamin.
Dugo, luha't pawis.
Ito ay aking pinuno ng aking bucket.
Na minsa'y nakakainis
Kung bakit ang bucket ko ay puno
dahil sa iyo.

Mawawala ako ng bait.
Dahil sa aking pag-iisip ng sakit.
Ang aking katawan ay duming-dumi.
Sa paglalakbay ko.
Sa paghahanap ko.
Ng mga sagot ng aking bakit.

Pero pero lang
Ang pagkain ng nilalamon
Kapag ako'y lumuha
Pero sa aking pagkakain.
ako'y pumapayat.

Lahat ng ito'y nangyayari.
Dahil ako'y di makapagsabi.
Sana'y lahat ng aking listahan sa bucket
ay masagot bago ko sipain.
Pero tubig ang laman ng bakit,
At dumi and aking katawin.

Kinailangan ko lang hugasan sarili ko
Gamit ng bucket na punong-puno
Ng dugo, luha't pawis.
Para maharap ko ang kinabukasan.
Na alam ko'y handa ang aking katawan.

Bakit bucket, bakit.

As I believe in You.

In.



Out.



In.



Out.



Live another day.

My thoughts are filled with butterflies
That came through my stomach up to my head.
Your presence alone birth these creatures,
And I don't know what to think.

To think that you made me feel this way,
Even though you never uttered a word.
It warms me up and brightens me day,
to feel your presence and see your curly hair.

The butterflies in my head
Flew away in the midst of a thought.
A thought of what words to say to you.
To you who I have feelings for.

I am sorry,
I can't express my words.
My lips doesn't move.
I always feel I should say it in a hurry,
My eyes are getting blurred.
I... I.. haven't improved.

Your rage is justified.
I can only look and listen.
My reasons are invalid.
Our thoughts has been misaligned.
Your compassion was suddenly hidden.
I am in presence where my logic forbid.

We walk through the dark streets home.
I only heard your voice passing through.
My heart aches with each passing phrase.
Together... we.. roam.
Every command I would do.
My bowed down head's been raised.

I said nothing at the gate.
I only stared at your fierce eyes.
I walked backed home quietly.
No words has been said.
A piece of me dies.
I... am.. sorry.

You.
















Me.

You've taught me the meaning of loneliness,
Is the mere absence
of


You

Normal isn't normal.
According to my daily journal.
For each unique day is abnormal
For being anomalously usual.

Boring isn't boring
It will get you thinking,
To get you to do something exciting,
and exciting is nowhere near boring.

Normal is boring.
For each usual day got me nothing.
Only to get me thinking till evening,
Then I write on my journal a short shift of something.

Boring is normal.
For everything can be sequential.
Meaning any complexcity can be simple.
But it might not be understood by any mortal.

Therefore, Normal is boring,
And Boring is normal.
But Boring isn't boring.
And Normal isn't normal.

In other words, Normal and Boring are enticing,
By Normal being abnormal,
and Boring being exciting.
I will now write this on my daily journal.

If you're happy and you know it clap your hands.
Clapping along the symphonies of masterful wishes.
Organizing thoughts of benefits while basking in hugs and kisses.

Smile like an idiot while walking on the street.
Affect everyone who sees you along the way.
They'll thank you later for brightening their day.

Have you ever heard of the silly walk?
People seem to argue that its about its standard form,
But you naturally the walk and people swarm.

Things are silly and thoughts are random.
The goal of things are to make you smile.
The thought is to make you look at my eyes.

A curly-haired girl smiled at me.
Not knowing that my heart skipped a beat.
She wandered the corridors so care-free.
While I waited on the other side for a greet.

I stared at her eyes and it glittered.
Time stood still and the space around her blurred.
It took a moment for me to realize.
That she's looking at my eyes that stared.

I didn't felt butterflies but fireworks in my stomach.
My face turned red and sweat started to drip.
She waved her hand , I waved back
And with a smiled face I said, "Hi".

I dislike the rising sun.
𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦.
𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓾𝓹 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷.
𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆.


It forces me to go about my day,
𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸.
𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆.

While my mind is still on yesterday.
𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦.
𝓐𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓭𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓽.
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒕.

I feel envious of everyone.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺.
𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏.


Who feels better in each passing day.
𝘐'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘤𝘢.
𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽.
𝑰𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍.

The sun rose and lit my surroundings.
𝘜𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 "𝘛𝘈𝘏𝘖" 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘱.
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆.

I see nothing but dull and grey.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥.
𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀, 𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉.

Waiting for sunset, to begin again my agony.
𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦.
𝓝𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷.
𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒂𝒍𝒔.

My favorite thing about Yakult
Is that is spices up your tea
It gives my body a jolt
And energy for others to see

My mem'ry about having Yakult
Mixed blindly to the drink.
Is when my brother brought me milk tea shop,
From a place where gambling is in the brink.

A funny thing about my drink,
Is the connections I have with fellows.
They drink what they want,
And I drink what I want.

So the moral of this piece is,
people will like you if you drink
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"If music be the food of love play on"
The essence of a failed courtship linger
Where the music of the background is louder
No hope, no rest, no chance to because its gone.

A chance to open a door.
A chance to close the other door.
Look back and see,
Why does the music feels so glee.

Because at the last moment of acceptance
is the lost you gain from courting.
Back up now and think.
The music is enticing.

Because music is not the food of love,
but an accent of your actions.
Thy actions are drowned by notes
of the disinterested maiden.

So feel the glee,
and be ready to flee.
******* be crazy,
to crash a large party.

In the end, it will pass
you'll soon find new to court,
where the music doesn't drown your actions,
but makes melody with you and your future wife.

The worst part of my day.
Is confronting the nightmare.
He's keeping my monsters at bay.
Fixed to me with a fierce glare.

He looks... with disappointment.
He looks... with anger.
He looks... with dread.
He looks... with dispair.

Our eyes always meet.
Every action always copied.
Same spot we always greet.
I always took the lead.

What a horrible creature is he.
Yet in him people find beauty.
The intent inside I always see.
What a pitiful creature is he.

Every day, I see him.
Every hour, I feel his sadness.
Every minute, I face his actions.
For I am him.

Looking through a mirror.

Why not?

For what its worth,
I'm glad you came into my life.