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 Nov 2013 soul in torment
Sir B
Hot chocolate
on a cold night
full moon in the night sky
and friends all around
Had fun at a football game this weekend. I am in marching band.. we are too awesome.
 Nov 2013 soul in torment
Sir B
A sense of urgency
A feel to write something
different

This feeling
That everyone
Will be against me
Because of their persuasive
Argument...

It's this feeling of paranoia
When I talked to you
and you told me
That I was been crahzy and stoopid
But..

This feeling is oppressive
and I can't seem to think
And question myself
"When is it going happen?"
*"When?"
This my paranoia, the feeling that everyone will be against me..
 Nov 2013 soul in torment
Sir B
Raindrops dripping from the cold skies
Rain falling around us
Just a light drizzle
and us standing under the rain
just, standing
and looking at each other
removing all imperfections
and just staring at each others eyes
and rejoicing everything,

Rain drips down your,
hair, soaking wet
I am soaking too
but we look at each others eyes
Light Blue and Dark Brown
and just kiss
standing under the rain
under the cloudy skies
and kiss
with our hands intertwined
and still soaking

*We enjoy the moment
Just some poetry inspired by friends and the weather outside, I would love to know of someone who would stand outside in the rain with me.. I love the rain, especially the light drizzles. I do know of someone, but unlikely they would like to stand out in the rain.. with me. Anyway, light drizzles are amazingg.

Anddd, I cannot stand with not writing poetry. I have to. I am having nightmares and crazy bursts of emotions. This is one of my few ways to control it. If you have a problem with me... i seriously think you should get used to it.
 Nov 2013 soul in torment
Sir B
They have left us scared
They want us under their
societal pressure
They dont want us together
They are disliking our thoughts

Society doesn't want us
to be powerful
so they can remain unopposed
thus making their unfairness proven.

They want you to conform to them
So you are better kept in control
But no one wants to be similar to another!
Society, has ruined a lot.
I am certainly ****** about stuff. Also, feel free to give me ideas about themes, I will do my best.
Your eyes embody a dream
Which I wished must have been real.
But nothing is more real than a dream

Dreamed with a whiter shades of pale.
There, I feel your whispers, your touch,
Your gasps. As if it is our last. Blasts

Of light invading our thoughts, lifting
Our souls beneath the pit of our beings.
For this moment, let us forget who we are,

Who we were, where reason and love
Collide; because this is a world we've built
So we can hide.  Be calm, just drip.
For Ms. Jinky Tubalinal, my girl, my woman, and my friend.

University of the Philippines--Diliman
Quezon City, Philippines
November 18, 2013
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