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dlx Jun 2016
This feeling isn't even real
If it's real,
Where's the side of making it's real?
Where's the reality?
Where's justice?
When I gave you my heart, will was rewarded with the heart as well?
If it's not, what I'll be repaid with?
It's so confusing,
Knowing you more than you know yourself
While you don't know me, even my name, or at least heard of it
If in the end I have to be with someone else, not you
This feeling in my deep deepest heart
It won't disappear
It will continue to grow
Slowly
I can't just **** 'em
I just can't
And I just don't want to.

And it won't gonna change
It lasts forever, in my deepest heart.
Because you are my first ever,
Love.

- dlx
Aaron LaLux Jun 2016
Lights of Padang


Rooftop restaurant terrace,
overlooking all of Padang,
it’s 3am I’m in the highest building around,
from here the lights of this madness are only ambiance,

it’s been a week,
it’s been a year,
it’s been a lifetime,
we’re still here,

quit smoking for the eclipse,
well whatever what’s one more cigarette,
what’s my word worth anyways,
when I only give it to myself,

please ignore the narcissism,
it’s apparently hereditary,
and I’m one of America’s ******* sons,
a Son of a Gun on the run,
with a full clip,
on a long trip,
this is all such miserable fun,

it’s been a week,
it’s been a year,
it’s been a lifetime,
we’re still here,

and still I write these words faithfully to you,
the only reason I’m still living,
my only inspiration,
as hollow as it may be,
the wrapping is bathed in such glory,
yet like Achilles tendon,
a spot was missed,
and that spot is the loneliness I sow,

so tell me a story,
tell me your highest hopes and your greatest fears,
tell me why you lead the life you live,
and tell me why you think you’re here,

it’s been a week,
it’s been a year,
it’s been a lifetime,
we’re still here,

with you I am,
as much as I am with myself,
with really isn’t much I suppose,
though nor is anything or one else,

for if truth is to be told,
as rare as that may be,
nothing ever last,
and none of this is free,
so hopefully once you’ve lost it all,
you’ll still at least have your dignity,
and please remember that even if you’ve lost that,
well at least you’ll still have me,

it’s been a week,
it’s been a year,
it’s been a lifetime,
we’re still here,

here on this rooftop restaurant terrace,
overlooking all of Padang,
it’s 3am I’m in the highest building around,
from here the lights of this madness are only ambiance…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

The H Trilogy
Volume 1
7/7/16

A Writer's Life.... And I still love you... ∆
I miss you.
It's been a year now.
I wish you didn't have to leave.
I wish you lived.
I'm leaving, too.
But not to see you yet.
I'll just be in a place away from here.
Guide me.
Be my angel.
Never a day passed that I didn't miss you.
I miss you more today.
Everyday.
Always.
Let my love reach heaven.
I love you, Matthew.
I love you, brother.
I wrote this dated 23rd of February 2016. Exactly one year since my brother died. Two days before I left the Philippines. I wrote this down on a piece of McDonald's napkin. I bought two chicken meal, one was for me and the other for matt. I sat there eating, writing this, all alone. But I know, he was with me.
Aaron LaLux Jun 2016
Heartbreak Sweepstakes

Yeah I’ve got some issues,
but I’m not just going to sweep them under the rug,
this is a Mario cart race heartbreak sweepstakes,
who’s my lucky number 1?

And yeah I never meant to diss you,
but I did and that was dumb,
and no for that I can't blame my issues,
nor can I blame it on where I’m from,

some,
times,
I,
think I’ve got it all figured out,
other,
times,
I,
think I fct up like “What the fck?”,

see there’s two side to this coin they call love,
it’s a pretty penny a fickle nickel,
a dime that shines a gorgeous quarter,
it’s an abortion stork and Death with it’s sickle,

oh that's sick bro!

So what?!?

Yeah I’ve got some issues,
but I’m not just going to sweep them under the rug,
this is a Mario cart race heartbreak sweepstakes,
who’s my lucky number 1?

– ∆  Aaron LA Lux ∆ –

from The H Trilogy
available worldwide 7/716
Aaron LaLux Jun 2016
We walk upon the dock,
skinny dipping swimming in our Moonrise Kingdom,
in the sea we swim with saline skin,
as the Moon rise ascends with Mars patiently waiting,

where are we,
we are in a place many call paradise,
suppose that’s as good of a word for it as anything,
raw rock lobster ceviche no married time just maritime,

mirrored minds,
looking through the Looking Glass,
brewing brines,
the home brewed stew is cooking fast,
there are plenty of fish in the sea,
it’s just up to you to cast,
the only problem with magical moments,
is they are always gone to fast,

basking,
in her stare,
brackish
taste in the air,

Her eyes reflect the light of the Moonrise,
the shine reflects from moon to hair,
and we are both grateful for each other,
because we could be anywhere in the world but we are here,

her eyes reflect the light of the Moonrise,
she is as soft as white sand beaches,
but her shell,
her shell is as hard as stone crab no ceviche,

teach us,
teacher,

show me the Love,
class is always in session,
show me the Light,
show me the truth in your lessons,

blessing,
this world with her touch,
she commands where she goes,
she stands steady when she walks,

which is quite a contrast,
to this sea which sways below this dock,

we dive in,
alive when,
we swim,
within the waters with our bare skin,

bare skin,
under the light of our Moonrise Kingdom,
no where else to be but where we are,
so we’ll be here until Kingdom come…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

from Hollywood's Heartbeat
available worldwide 7/7/16
Dearest You,
How are you?  I've never written a love letter so here's a ****** one.

Dearest You,
you bought me so many gifts, I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to thank you and I haven't given you something in return. But I'm sure of something that I can give you in return; love, tears, and a shoulder you can rely on.

Dearest You,
What has gotten in to you that you picked me? Out of all the other girls that's begging on their knees, you still picked me. What drug did you take that  you see beauty in me.

Dearest You,
I'm sorry for being a stubborn girl. I'm sorry for being this lanky person you thought is the definition of demure. I grew up hanging out with boys, living under my uncles and guy cousins. I don't have a heart of a woman, but a heart of a boy. Bear with me, darling. I hope you get used to it.

Dearest You,
My parents were making fun of us, they said you're a keeper. Yes, don't worry, it's true. One question though: am I a keeper too?

Dearest You,
It's been 4 months, yet, you haven't given up on me. Congratulations!

Dearest You,
I've given you too much burden, I don't deserve you. Darling, why me? instead of that beautiful girl who keeps on looking at you?

Dearest You,
When are you going to stop making me fall deeply in love with you? You are such a beauty in my eyes, Northern lights in Norway, a pearl that's hidden underneath the ocean. My parents are right, you are something worth keeping; worth staying.

Dearest You,
I'm sorry for bothering you, I'm sorry for everything. I know I wasn't meant for you, I'm sorry for wasting your time and begging you to stay.

Dearest You,
Too many unsent letters, darling. Too many thoughts I want to say. I didn't have the chance to give it to you because you didn't choose to stay.
ᗺᗷ Nov 2013
More often than is naught I carry the face of the villain.
Snared in this prison waiting for my turn to burn while
your fate is not so different from mine. My clocks still
yield some ticks and tocks yet before I go there stands a
few things you need to know:

They told me that your love was fatal, though failed to
hear the laughter of irony from behind their heads. They
cried tales that you were toxic and I could not save my
lips from curling. They said that your presence in mine
would design the suffering for those around. I was told
that you would leave me up in smoke as if God still
plays with dice. Your middling cigarette spends just the
beginning of their lives packing yet I waged it my
whole life just to spend its remnants with you. Addictive
by nature so let me take my pick of a million other lips
to secure truth that it is you I am addicted to.

I want you to simmer my skin when the world is cold,
I want to cast you brighter than a hundred suns hold,
I want to steal breath from your chest and place it in mine,
I want to make your heart stop like an eight-sided sign,
I want you to move my pistons and ignite my core,
I want you to saturate me as I lay on your shore,
I want to find what it is to go out with a bang,
I want to be that picture that fits in no frame.

I want to get you out of my head but you are
my song on repeat,
my hole that’s too deep,
my nights with no sleep,
my words when I speak.

Yet alas I hail from a pack known as Montague while
you bear the brand of Capulet. They will never render
us free in this life so when my time finally comes to a
burning halt, and my life flashes before my eyes, just
know that you will be the only thing I see in the next.
I have a story to tell.
A story you already knew so well.
But this won’t begin
With your typical “Once upon a time”.
I have a story to tell
A story you want to hear on your bedtime.
This is a piece of letter
Of hearts and roses
From a simple girl
Who wrote on a piece of a timeworn paper
Her dreams and wishes;
Of burns and ashes.
And it goes like this…

“Tonight, I’m sipping wine. And I pray and I wish that you are fine. That you can surpass everything life throws at you. Because I know, you are good at catching things.

And putting myself at the edge of the hill, with nothing to hold but the thin air, and jumping off of the cliff would be worth the fall, if I see you there under, waiting. You were there. Not minding what it would cost you catching me.
        
Those to you, bruises and wounds are what but nothing. Because I know, you are a fighter, a catcher. And you are good at catching.

         And if in the end, we see ourselves barely breathing, consuming one another, wearing those painful marks of risking it all, why not spend the rest of our lives healing all those scratches, tattered fleshes, and broken bones.

         Then, we’ll look back. We’ll speak to one another without hushing any piece of word. We’ll voice with nothing but smiles and stares that we made it. That we exceed boundaries of almost, and that we finally brought all the pillars, all the columns, and all the walls down. We cut that paper thin and fine lines of hopelessly dreaming and living the reality, of what is real. Together, we explored and unlocked the unimaginable door ways to our infinities and galaxies, and universe and ultimate. We are our own universe. We have discovered the ultimate.

         These are the prize of trying and fighting and catching and winning. That fear is what but nothing.
And you are synonymous to everything.”


This is the story I want to tell.
A story you already knew so well.
And the only lesson, my friend
That this scene of standing, and holding,
And jumping, and catching, and living
Is not the movie’s ****** 30-minutes away down to the end,
But only the beginning of a well-written story of characters
Of perfect blends.
This is the plot of betting it all.
This is the story of The Greatest Fall.


WNG
070915
10:00pm
Unknown Dec 2015
I
Hope
You
Choke
On
Every
Lie
You
Ever
Told
Me
My love letter to you my darling
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