January 21 2018
2:47AM

She will demo
I will follow
Those two words rhyme together
Now, tell her, which one is better.
Is it to demo, or to follow?
She says, it is the latter.
She will never surrender.
These are the words she spoke of today
Tomorrow, she will have a nice day
Wait, tomorrow is happening now...
She could not sleep, she is wasting away
The cold, it is the cold that bothers her throughout the day
She cannot breathe, she cannot sleep
She downed tons of water, still, the cold bothers
What can she do?
She will wash her hands often
She will not make her defense against common colds soften
Her hands are very cold for the last few days
She thinks that is it because of the coffee she downs everyday
No. Maybe, because she is just plain tired and restless.

My heart flutters
I easily cry over just about anything recently
I empathize a lot
Truly, everything is nothing but a plot
I watched a movie, I cried
I watched a movie trailer, I cried
Is it the loneliness I feel of being alone?
Maybe, it is the beach shown in the movie
Maybe, I just want somebody
I want to travel, be somewhere else
I want to see the world
Like in the movie, Lucy... she just takes everything
Do you have any idea how much you make me smile?
Do you have any idea how much I want to close the miles?
I cannot help but smile when I see your pictures
I cannot help but wonder what if I am the one behind your smiles

December 18 2017
16:43

As the moment dies
She cries
She begins with sadness
Gets rotten with madness
She suffers in pain
She remembers how her childhood loves marry another
She cherishes the will to survive
She only remembers why he could not be the one for her
She only remembers why he should not be loved
She only remembers why all her loves should die
It pinches her heart
The happiness of the other woman is her demise
She asks herself, "How many of this event will I still be able to witness?"
She replies to herself, "Many more, my dear, so long as you keep on saying YES to goodbyes...
saying NO to potential YES to happiness
No worries, there will be more goodbyes
Why worry of the goodbyes, when most of them have not even said, "Hi".

Now, remember, demise, death, madness
Words of exaggeration that she must express
But just to let you know
She continues to survive, thrive and dwell in nothing but gladness
Ah, there will be another time for goodbyes
There will be another time for a "Hi"
Let's watch this begin, again.
Repeat.
Undo.
Repeat.
Let's do it all over, again.

November 22 2017
19:09

Always out of nowhere
I'll receive a message from you somewhere
online or offline
It doesn't matter
You always appear out of nowhere
What was your drama last night?
Maybe you just want to get through the night
Maybe you just want to use me so you could have a fight
That maybe through me, you will find, again, the light
In this fight, I always give in and give up
But my heart for you has long been stopped
What can I do but to shut you up
Out of sight, out of mind
I will never make you see the light
I am here to hear your thoughts and play your game
But there is no way that you will ever win your game, again
I am tired of being used and abused for my kindness
I'd rather be made of stone, and be loveless
I don't want to be with your company that is hopeless
I want to talk to you, I want to be your friend
I don't know what you want from me, but I don't wanna fail with you, in the end
The light is dark, I will fight with light
The light is dark, but I will survive the fight
There you are again, you read my message at 09:02 AM
You were gonna wait for my call
Well, guess what, you did not heed my call
I don't wanna play your game, again
I don't wanna be insane, again
Out of sight, out of mind
says the other Incubus song tonight
Promises, Promises
I'll let myself be the boss of everyone but myself
I will not call, I will not message
Oh, please, message me first so I could have the last laughter
It will be fun to converse with you
See through you, know your concerns and challenges
Guess what, I won't be a part of the cake you will slice
Every time you show up
It feels like a dream, not a good dream I want to have though
It's a dream I don't want to have
Every time your name pops up
I feel like it's a different time
I look everywhere, look at my watch and people everywhere
I cannot believe what an abusive person you are

November 12 2017
19:55

I saw you at the bank
We were one seat apart
For one second our eyes met
What my eyes tried to communicate is blank

I want to say, "Hi"
I see you in my peripheral vision
You were glancing at me, once, twice, thrice
Was it just an illusion?
Was it because of this admiration?

The more I look at you
The more I see your handsomeness
The angst, the earrings, the tattoos, the overall attitude...
They melt me ~ I am without a word

I picture us together
You holding my hand to forever
I see this affection staying forever
Do you even think of me, ever?

I'll be off for 3 weeks
Not seeing you will not make my admiration weak
I look forward to seeing you right at your gate
There you are sitting...
A cup of coffee on one hand, a cigarette on the other

November 04 2017
21:04

I'm hesitant of the things I'll do in my destination
There is something joyful in this transportation
I do not want this bus ride to end...
and, yet, I feel like this trip will help me transcend.
I'm excited to get off this bus
I'm eager to finish all my deliverable down to the last.
I look forward to seeing my destination
Yet I crave to come back home using this same means of transportation.

November 1 2017
22:23

He listens to the songs that are once mine
He listens to the songs as if they are his
He remembers her as the songs play
He listens to the songs just how they are here to stay
The songs are not meant to be his
The songs are somebody else's and in between
The songs are not made for his benefit
The songs are meant to express the writer's feelings
Two weeks has almost passed
He remembers how they talked in the past
He listens to the same songs
The songs he came to like because of her
He listens to the same songs without even thinking of her
He now does not associate the songs to anyone, especially, her
He now offers the same songs to the new person he knows
She is everything... his dreams, his love, his all
He now thinks of this new person every time the same songs play
This new person, she came to like the songs he makes her listen to everyday
The same songs make him think of his former love, and his present

But never will he associate the same songs to the girl that was sandwiched between his former love and his present

Everything crumbles, he falls, he stumbles
He forgets, recovers, loves again
Ah! That is life talking to him, again and again

He ends the day... listening to the songs he came to like because of the girl that was sandwiched between his former love and the present

Never will he think of this girl. Never will he fall, stumble and crumble because of this girl.

He finally recovers.
and the girl sandwiched between his former love and the present is glad that he recovers.