November 1 2017
22:15

It is good to be the queen of my time
To be where I want to be, when I want to be
It is good to be the queen of my time
When I can be at 5 places at one time
Listening to Tom Petty does not make my heart break
Although Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers are playing
It is good to be the queen of my time
When I can write, do, sing what I want
When I can decide on what to do at any time
What does 5 places mean at this time?
Well, they are the tasks that I need to finish in time
I feel a bit pressured, challenged, out of time
nevertheless, I do not have a choice but to just be in time
Now listening to the lead part just after the bridge
Waiting for the chorus to repeat
but here comes the outro and not the chorus in between
I do not even know the title of the songs playing
I just feel connected, happy, sad, happy, again
There is something melancholic in the sounds they are making
Maybe, it is the Halloween that is soon to be ending.

I just cannot stop
The accumulation has to stop
The beauty of the sounds
The security it provides
Cannot be achieved by the digital copies I am bound
Is it just me, or the CD just provides better quality
This is yet to be done
I do not mind publishing this even if it is not yet over
Accumulate-Rip-Trasfer-Save
The action is on repeat
The process is monotonous
Ha! As long as the action repeats sound accuracy
What do I know about sounds?
What do I know about music?
I could not even recognize the bass lines or chords of most songs
Ha! I just know that sounds are better when the CD plays
It is the sense of security it provides
Better than online music streaming
My ears are beaming of confidence and certainty.
Again, this is yet to be completed
I will publish it anyway...
to be continued... the song is on repeat
The artist is the same, the emotion is the same
The beauty of the sounds is on repeat.
Stop.
Play.
Fast Forward.
Rewind.
Stop.
Repeat.
Play.
... and I will repeat, one more time. go.
The lines are poorly written
The rhymes lack decency and coherence
I don't mind.
I will publish this.
Let's finish this sometimes.

October 25 2017
23:32

I am excited for what is to come
I cannot wait for the weaknesses I will overcome
I am looking forward to challenges
I am ever so grateful of the strengths that will root from my weaknesses

I cannot wait to travel alone
I cannot wait to move far away from home
I listen to the old songs I like
I look forward to how travelling and leaving alone feels like

Away from everything that is going to harm me
Away from everyone that has an effect on me
Away from the chaos, noise and wildness
The organized wilderness I reminisced

I picture myself playing the guitar
I look forward to flowers and butterflies I will encounter
In the garden, I will have tons of photos taken
I love this feeling and I'm never mistaken.

I love the risks, the challenges my soon-to-be experiences will give
I bet, I'll have tons of things to ponder
I love how things will try to shake me
I love how I will resist each shake and stand up loud and proud

I love it that I look forward to Friday just to watch a movie
I look forward to watching Underworld: The Blood Wars
The next line is not gonna rhyme with "wars"
I do not care, let's start a war, then.

I think of the future
I think of how positive and negative I can be
I cherish the optimism I find in my pessimism
I'm forever mesmerized by whatever is yet to come.

October 25 2017
20:40

Little by little
I can now accept
I should not win a hurdle
I should just take a step

Little by little
I can now accept
The mistakes I make
They should not be baked

Little by little
I can now accept
I cannot change the things I already made
But I can make the present better for my sake

Little by little
I can now accept
I can change the course of my life for the best
I just have to look back and learn from my past

Little by little
I can now accept
1 + 0 has 1 as the sum
I am unique, oh, how perfectly imperfect I am!

Little by little
I can now accept
How better I am today
There is no way that I could be worse than yesterday

October 20 2017

When I see you
All I could think about is you
When I see you
I hope that what I imagine for us becomes true
I hold you dear in my heart
I pray to God that you will see me in your heart
I pray everyday that someday you will think of me
I pray that you will find me, and stay with me eventually
I do not display my affection
But I want you to know of my affection
Tell me what I can do to make you notice me
Give me a hint that someday you will like me, too
I joke about how I feel about you
Your pictures motivate me to go and find you
This is not yet love but somewhere between admiration and affection
No. This is not lust or love
Again, what I feel about you is between admiration and affection
If in the future you will like someone
In gender, in beliefs, I hope it is not a girl like me
It would definitely be acceptable if you will like someone like you
At least I know that in you, there is fluidity
And what I hear from everyone is true.

October 20 2017
22:50

It never went
You just didn't stay
It's not my habit to hold on to anyone's kite
Especially when you don't hold on with all your might
I choose to show what I want to be
I choose to hide the feelings as it should be
Now, do not message me and make me reply
Just so that you will have the last goodbye
Talk to me when you are sober
I will accept if you will message me after forever
It is up to you to go or stay
Just so that you will have the last goodbye
You do not make any sense
I do not have time to process
I do not mind being left behind
I just stay for those who do not leave me behind
This is for everyone who has ever left me behind
Songs are meant to show or hide
Songs are meant to either say "hi" or "goodbye"
Songs I listen to may not mean anything
Do not go saying that it is what I want you to be doing
I do not speak in verbatim
I hide my words in poems
Think what you want
Say what you want
I will hide my words just the same
Interpret this however you like
It will still be a pantomime.

October 19 2017
22:49

She does not belong to anyone
Silence is what she will become
People come and go
People live and die
Mortality becomes reality
Aged mortal is what we will all become
Crave of freedom imprisons her
She glows in the chaos more than ever
A candle keeps burning in her mind
The songs do not make sense anymore
Off they go to nonsense
She writes to entice her appetite
The crave of peace in silence dies
She manages her silence
She works to keep calm and guard her existence
She writes of herself and no one else
She competes with herself and no one else
She blabbers writing until the candle dies
The wind says goodbye
The winter bliss says, "Hi."
The cold October passes by
Here comes the promise of a better November
December can be found at the end of the river
Just right after the eleventh plate number
This writing makes no sense
She thinks, that, maybe, in reality, she is really dense
She thinks nothing but her existence
She would rather be sole than double
She craves her mind, body and soul
Hoping for the 3-in-1 to be a certainty
She is on the verge of shouting
She envisions herself suffocating
The words do not come out right
Even Tori Amos cannot say things right
She checked her clock at 10:52
This happened just out of the blue
The coincidence now frightens her
She makes the words of Brandon Boyd void
She is talking nonsense
Just trying to make every line of the stanza rhyme
Alternate, or consecutive rhyming
It does not matter as long as the lines rhyme
"Nice to Know You" now plays
She craves to change the settings to replays
She forgets that she listens to somebody else's playlist
She thinks that the playlist embodies her being
She finally decides to stop her writing.
Goodnight.
Be plain in sight.
She will not be delighted.
She will be enlightened.
She accepts it before it happens.
Stay or go.
Live or die.
Hot or cold.
Remember everything.
Remember why.