When she was a child
is when she found her love.
She explored the stories,
and they fit her like a glove.
It was amazing,
how they kept her so entranced.
It was beautiful,
how her imagination danced.
But then came the characters
that had no fatal flaw.
Everywhere she looked,
her dull reality she saw.
Unhappy with this,
she read more and more.
She ignored those to close to her
and it struck them to the core.
She was too busy
in her grave of books.
Hiding herself away
in her secret nooks.
All there was
were printed words,
that flew around
like cartoon birds.
In the end she kept adding
to her collection.
Hoping one day,
Society would reach their perfection.

w.j.w.k

lightening fast
thoughts
Heart fell head over heels

I
I hit my
I hit my head again and I
and I can’t get up
I can’t get up off the floor
off the floor that creaks and
that creaks and is cold
cold and I don’t
and I don’t remember my name
I don’t remember my name or yours.
and you were
and you were important to me
to me you were important
I think
I think but I hit my head
hit my head and I’m bleeding
I’m bleeding from my ears
bleeding from my ears because you
you lied to me
I think
I remember
you lied to me
lied to me
and I remember your name
your name is God

It's a sad, sad life.
  
Going through days without worry,
                                       without fear,  
                                            of being judged by someone in the sky you've never met.

It's heartbreaking and pathetic.

Following morals that feel right,
                                       felt in your heart,
                                           instead going by ancient word in a "holy" book.

I am stupid, I am ignorant.

I believe differently than you, and I shall be outcast,
                                                      condemened to eternal hell,
                                                         because you disagree with me.

Is this what your "God" really wants?

“Kaibigan” ang tawag ko sayo.
“Kaibigan” ang turing ko sayo.
Ngunit ang puso ko ay litong-lito.

Iniibig ka paminsan.
Iniibag ka.

I've been thinking I should
Leave
Even though you all ask me to stay.
But
Notice how I said "ask"
Instead of "want."
You don't want me to and
Even if you did it'd be fiction:
A lie.

Longing for the dark,
Longing for the cold air on my skin,
Wishing for the night to engulf me,
Fill me with it's emptiness.
Not because I'm sad,
Not because I'm depressed,
Not because I want the end,
But to remind me that this is real.
I don't need what I have already,
I want some of what I'm missing now.
I want a reminder of who I used to be,
Of how much better I am now.

So night, show me the dark.
So I can appreciate the light.