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"boba" poems
Tahimik at tila nawalan na ng ganang huminga ang mundo Nakasarado ang mga labing to pero alam kong punong puno ng mga sigaw ng mga hagulgol ng mga mura na pinipilit na hindi makawala Dahil alam ko na kahit ang boses ay maubos hanggang sa tuluyan nang mapaos Hindi mo pa rin pakikinggan Dinadaan nalang ang mga sakit na naipon sa pagsulat sa basang pahinang pinipilit mang pagtagpiin ay tuluyan nang napupunit Gawa ng mga luhang kumakawala sa mga matang bulag Marahang pinapahid dahil sa namamagang pisngi Katulad ng pag-iibigan natin Sa pahinang ito Tuluyan nang nawasak at paunti unti nang naglalaho Nabura na ang tinta at naging malabo na ang mga salitang Mahal na mahal kita Ipipikit nalang ang mga mata para tumigil na Kasabay ang paghaplos sa nanlalamig na espasyo Sa bandang kaliwa ng ating kama Dito dating nakahimlay ang isang nilalang na nagbigay halaga sa kalawakan Ang nagparamdam ng tunay na kahulugan ng buhay at pagmamahal Pinapaniwalang ang pag-iibigan ay tunay at magtatagal Pero mahal Bakit ang mga halik ay napalitan ng mga mura Ang mga yakap ay napalitan ng mga sampal At ang mga matamis na ngiti ay napalitan na ng matalim na mata Nasaan na ang pinangakong walang hanggan? Alam ko kung gaano kasakit ang mawalan Alam ko kung paano mawasak ang mundo ng isang iniwan Pero alam mo ba kung ano yung pinakamasakit? Magkatabi tayo at magkadikit ang mga balikat Walang matitirang espasyo sa gitna dahil sa liit ng higaan Pero hindi ko maramdaman na nariyan ka Mali.. Alam kong andiyan ka pero alam ko rin na ang pagmamahal mo ay naglaho na Sabi nila masakit makita ang mahal **** may kasamang iba o hanggang kaibigan lang ang tingin niya o wala na siyang ibang nabanggit kundi ang isang taong ayaw sa kanya Putang ina Hindi nila alam na mas masakit ang nararamdaman ng isang tangang katulad ko Na pinipilit pinapaniwala ang sariling mahal mo pa ako Mas masakit yun Mahal hindi mo ba nakikita ang mga mapuputlang labi na minsan mo nang nahagkan? Hindi mo ba naririnig ang mga hikbi na pinipilit kong itago pero hinihila pa rin palabas ng pighati? Hindi mo ba nararamdaman kung gaano kita kamahal, kung gaano ako kahangal? Gusto ko lang naman pakinggan mo ako Gusto kong malaman mo na ayoko na Na kahit ayoko na ay ayoko pa Ayoko pang bumitaw Dahil natatakot akong maligaw Sa paniniwalang ang iyong palad ang gabay sa mundo kong minsan nang naging bughaw Ayoko pang mawalay sayo Ayoko pang ako’y iwan mo Tawagin mo na akong tanga, gaga, boba Pero Mahal kita Pero Ayoko na Ayoko na sana Sana pigilan mo ako sa pagtangka kong pagbitaw Pigilan mo sa pagsulat muli sa mga basang pahina dahil huli na to Halikan ang mga nakasaradong labi nang mapalitan ang mga mura ng mahal Mahal kita Oo na hanggang sa huli Kahit matagal nang sinasabi ng mga mata, labi at puso ko At nakasulat sa huling basang pahina na ito Na Ayoko pa, mahal ayoko na.
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
Huling Basang Pahina
Tahimik at tila nawalan na ng ganang huminga ang mundo Nakasarado ang mga labing to pero alam kong punong puno ng mga sigaw ng mga hagulgol ng mga mura na pinipilit na hindi makawala Dahil alam ko na kahit ang boses ay maubos hanggang sa tuluyan nang mapaos Hindi mo pa rin pakikinggan Dinadaan nalang ang mga sakit na naipon sa pagsulat sa basang pahinang pinipilit mang pagtagpiin ay tuluyan nang napupunit Gawa ng mga luhang kumakawala sa mga matang bulag Marahang pinapahid dahil sa namamagang pisngi Katulad ng pag-iibigan natin Sa pahinang ito Tuluyan nang nawasak at paunti unti nang naglalaho Nabura na ang tinta at naging malabo na ang mga salitang Mahal na mahal kita Ipipikit nalang ang mga mata para tumigil na Kasabay ang paghaplos sa nanlalamig na espasyo Sa bandang kaliwa ng ating kama Dito dating nakahimlay ang isang nilalang na nagbigay halaga sa kalawakan Ang nagparamdam ng tunay na kahulugan ng buhay at pagmamahal Pinapaniwalang ang pag-iibigan ay tunay at magtatagal Pero mahal Bakit ang mga halik ay napalitan ng mga mura Ang mga yakap ay napalitan ng mga sampal At ang mga matamis na ngiti ay napalitan na ng matalim na mata Nasaan na ang pinangakong walang hanggan? Alam ko kung gaano kasakit ang mawalan Alam ko kung paano mawasak ang mundo ng isang iniwan Pero alam mo ba kung ano yung pinakamasakit? Magkatabi tayo at magkadikit ang mga balikat Walang matitirang espasyo sa gitna dahil sa liit ng higaan Pero hindi ko maramdaman na nariyan ka Mali.. Alam kong andiyan ka pero alam ko rin na ang pagmamahal mo ay naglaho na Sabi nila masakit makita ang mahal **** may kasamang iba o hanggang kaibigan lang ang tingin niya o wala na siyang ibang nabanggit kundi ang isang taong ayaw sa kanya Putang ina Hindi nila alam na mas masakit ang nararamdaman ng isang tangang katulad ko Na pinipilit pinapaniwala ang sariling mahal mo pa ako Mas masakit yun Mahal hindi mo ba nakikita ang mga mapuputlang labi na minsan mo nang nahagkan? Hindi mo ba naririnig ang mga hikbi na pinipilit kong itago pero hinihila pa rin palabas ng pighati? Hindi mo ba nararamdaman kung gaano kita kamahal, kung gaano ako kahangal? Gusto ko lang naman pakinggan mo ako Gusto kong malaman mo na ayoko na Na kahit ayoko na ay ayoko pa Ayoko pang bumitaw Dahil natatakot akong maligaw Sa paniniwalang ang iyong palad ang gabay sa mundo kong minsan nang naging bughaw Ayoko pang mawalay sayo Ayoko pang ako’y iwan mo Tawagin mo na akong tanga, gaga, boba Pero Mahal kita Pero Ayoko na Ayoko na sana Sana pigilan mo ako sa pagtangka kong pagbitaw Pigilan mo sa pagsulat muli sa mga basang pahina dahil huli na to Halikan ang mga nakasaradong labi nang mapalitan ang mga mura ng mahal Mahal kita Oo na hanggang sa huli Kahit matagal nang sinasabi ng mga mata, labi at puso ko At nakasulat sa huling basang pahina na ito Na Ayoko pa, mahal ayoko na.
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The Christmas rush has started, and the countdown has begun Advent doors are opened, but look what you have done You've ridiculed the Bounty bar, and your spoiling all the fun Why buy a Celebration, if your not happy after one ? What's behind the cardboard doors, what did you all expect A gold ring perhaps, or the keys for a corvette? Why bother with an advent, when you have no respect There's no need for chocolate genocide, or coconut neglect You shouldn't be so outraged, with your Christmas Celebrations I don't understand the malice, or the advent hesitations If you don't want a bounty, buy heroes or sensations It's hardly a matter for Interpol, or the united nations Celebrations are your choice, there's no cause for your regret The outcome is quite obvious, why are you so upset Are the pictures not a clue, to what your gonna get ? No rarity of Bounty hunters, so don't mess with Boba Fett Are Maltesers that much lighter, in a Galaxy far away Maybe you will find Mars, in between the Milky Way A Twix or Galaxy Caramel, they we're for a different day But you've dissed your celebrations, and no longer want to play Some YouTube clips have surfaced, and I have read the blogs I think it's just pathetic, seeing chocolate thrown down bogs Your creating your own misery, as well as yule time logs You won't be very happy, when your toilet blocks and clogs On day two you still complained, and you wanted to resist Is that because the chocolate, was not on your Christmas list Would you be pleased with mistletoe, if you never did get kissed Christmas spirit has been lost, with your Snickers in a twist Some people are just morons, that's the message that they've sent Their expectations are to high, and cruel jokes are never meant Why is Bounty not as good, to start of an event A Snickers in your calendar, doesn't mean a ruined advent
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC
Advent hesitations with your Christmas Celebrations
The Christmas rush has started, and the countdown has begun Advent doors are opened, but look what you have done You've ridiculed the Bounty bar, and your spoiling all the fun Why buy a Celebration, if your not happy after one ? What's behind the cardboard doors, what did you all expect A gold ring perhaps, or the keys for a corvette? Why bother with an advent, when you have no respect There's no need for chocolate genocide, or coconut neglect You shouldn't be so outraged, with your Christmas Celebrations I don't understand the malice, or the advent hesitations If you don't want a bounty, buy heroes or sensations It's hardly a matter for Interpol, or the united nations Celebrations are your choice, there's no cause for your regret The outcome is quite obvious, why are you so upset Are the pictures not a clue, to what your gonna get ? No rarity of Bounty hunters, so don't mess with Boba Fett Are Maltesers that much lighter, in a Galaxy far away Maybe you will find Mars, in between the Milky Way A Twix or Galaxy Caramel, they we're for a different day But you've dissed your celebrations, and no longer want to play Some YouTube clips have surfaced, and I have read the blogs I think it's just pathetic, seeing chocolate thrown down bogs Your creating your own misery, as well as yule time logs You won't be very happy, when your toilet blocks and clogs On day two you still complained, and you wanted to resist Is that because the chocolate, was not on your Christmas list Would you be pleased with mistletoe, if you never did get kissed Christmas spirit has been lost, with your Snickers in a twist Some people are just morons, that's the message that they've sent Their expectations are to high, and cruel jokes are never meant Why is Bounty not as good, to start of an event A Snickers in your calendar, doesn't mean a ruined advent
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Many creationists view the duckbilled platypus as an enigma that evolution cannot explain. Super-Platypus attempts to escape from aliens. Am I one of yours? Little Platypus? In August of that year the Submarine Support Depot platypus debate began. Out of a large cloth travel bag, Diana pulled the furry platypus hand puppet platypus-in-a-can. Boba Fett told Darth Vader, "As you wish," he was really saying, "I love you." I took a quiz once that told me I was a platypus in a past life.
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Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 1:17 AM UTC
Plato and a Platypus Walk Into a Bar...
If you're a bird than I'm a stone You are time & I had to toll If you are lonely, I am alone You rock but I don't roll You are coffee, but I'm not creamer You're a realist, **** that, I'm a dreamer You are Han Solo, & I'm Boba Fett Sometimes I think it'd be better if we never met I hate you I hate you I hate you
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Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 6:22 AM UTC
Pathetically Predictable
I. Cotton candy streaks painting an indigo sky Behind streetlights, sitting on a red sidewalk curb, Next to paper bags of thrifted clothes With your best friend Outside a coffee shop Her laugh on the ride home Your favorite song on the radio And she remembers the way back to your house Without having to ask for your address II. Eyes closed and Your heart beating a little bit too fast while You hope no one notices the way your hands are shaking As you clench your fingertips down rosewood frets to 9 gauge strings And pray you hit the right note The drums behind you to the tap of your foot Where you can feel the bass from beneath the floor And the voices singing along And you think to yourself that maybe its not magic But its the closest thing by far III. Walking what feels like way too far to go to a grocery store Because there’s nothing to do after school With your friends And your backpacks are too heavy and The road stains your socks because your shoes hurt too much believe me when I say a gas station sign can look like the gates to heaven Safeway chicken tenders and boba over bio homework Sitting on a metal table and waiting for the world to pass by Or at least until you can drive
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Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 7:29 PM UTC
the three best feelings in the universe
When I was younger Nanu Told me bhoot kahanies of Treacherous masked nishi That crept on four long legs Wreaking havoc among Peaceful village homes I sleep with lights on always Lest the silent boba crept in In 2001, I discovered bhoot Wear the mask of friends With benign, serpentine voices That sat inside mosques to put Innocent men in prison and tell Small children to fear the sky I sleep with the TV on always Lest the silent boba crept in Bhooth walk between us Tell us to fear each other Until we cast off our names Convinced that these are Weapons waiting to be Utilized against us.
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 4:44 AM UTC
Ghost Stories
windows up walls down in the backseat of her toyota staring at the green fluorescent car clock 9:37 he looks over his shoulder in the passenger seat, the boy who could breathe without inhaling a mere party trick. i had always wondered what it felt like to be a teen stupid as is seems i was sheltered once, hidden from night rides obscured from midnight hikes asleep instead of the early morning mcdonald trips my friends were more persistent on making me to eat with them than making me exhale dancing fumes with them. i only know the double chin grins on our snapchat stories the rude jokes, the black ripped jeans, and snapbacks the lime green socks that matched the stair railings and pink sliders never looked better. the “6:30” movies (5:30, shhh, my mom can’t know) and the crinkling of empty water bottles in the backseat i felt alive tonight, even through the tough, sushi stores and reclining movie theaters never felt more like home. and boba stores that stay open late with neon open signs welcome us 9:37 the “oH mY gOsH iTs a DoG” screams the photoshoots with random men wearing fake Coach hats the posing by wooden desks the lights that lounge effortlessly above encaptures our spirits and brighten them i don’t drink, but they smoke but tonight, beer can’t buzz us more than boba and childish giggles escape from my wide smile. so this is what the lullabies were about this is what katy perry sang about this is what i had been waiting for to experience moments of pure awe and affection for those around me to see them smile in slow motion when they understand a joke or react to something our collective experiences are understood no words need to be ushered to empathize as we dress like the night, we transform into it the stars flicker for us the moon gives us her blessing and the sleeping sun gives us our space 9:37 was meant for us the clock stops and time stretches its arms to infinity and beyond i could live in the frozen frame of this evening bomber jackets, jean jackets, and tattooed planets the inside jokes, the enjoyed hoax, our future hopes they live inside the car clock that reads, in green, 9:37
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 4:26 AM UTC
9:37
windows up walls down in the backseat of her toyota staring at the green fluorescent car clock 9:37 he looks over his shoulder in the passenger seat, the boy who could breathe without inhaling a mere party trick. i had always wondered what it felt like to be a teen stupid as is seems i was sheltered once, hidden from night rides obscured from midnight hikes asleep instead of the early morning mcdonald trips my friends were more persistent on making me to eat with them than making me exhale dancing fumes with them. i only know the double chin grins on our snapchat stories the rude jokes, the black ripped jeans, and snapbacks the lime green socks that matched the stair railings and pink sliders never looked better. the “6:30” movies (5:30, shhh, my mom can’t know) and the crinkling of empty water bottles in the backseat i felt alive tonight, even through the tough, sushi stores and reclining movie theaters never felt more like home. and boba stores that stay open late with neon open signs welcome us 9:37 the “oH mY gOsH iTs a DoG” screams the photoshoots with random men wearing fake Coach hats the posing by wooden desks the lights that lounge effortlessly above encaptures our spirits and brighten them i don’t drink, but they smoke but tonight, beer can’t buzz us more than boba and childish giggles escape from my wide smile. so this is what the lullabies were about this is what katy perry sang about this is what i had been waiting for to experience moments of pure awe and affection for those around me to see them smile in slow motion when they understand a joke or react to something our collective experiences are understood no words need to be ushered to empathize as we dress like the night, we transform into it the stars flicker for us the moon gives us her blessing and the sleeping sun gives us our space 9:37 was meant for us the clock stops and time stretches its arms to infinity and beyond i could live in the frozen frame of this evening bomber jackets, jean jackets, and tattooed planets the inside jokes, the enjoyed hoax, our future hopes they live inside the car clock that reads, in green, 9:37
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the ghost of our past is all around the city i miss you as i pass the park i miss you as i walk the streets i miss you as i order my drink, my green apple boba if i’m unsure of what to get i’ll always know my green apple boba
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Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 11:33 PM UTC
green apple boba
We were on top of your rooftop, still five inches between us, looking up the sky and fighting the urge to hold hands. I thought of all the things I kept within me. I didn't even like you, at least that's what I thought. I didn't like the way my name slips through your tongue or how calming your voice sounds over the phone. I didn't like our late night conversations about how vast this universe is and how the both of us are mere particles in this world filled with billions, silently in anguish. I didn't even like our afternoons spent biking around the park, enjoying the breeze and color of fall, our favorite season of all. I didn't like the way you smile at me whenever I'm being serious, when I'm in this corner contemplating myself, you'll flash that sarcastic smile of yours that makes me want to punch you. I didn't like the way your palm touches the back of my neck whenever we would kiss, I didn't like the way you say "I love you", soothing and calming, I hated myself for never saying it back. "I love you" you would say "I know" I'd reply The truth is that I don't just like you or love you, it's a very shallow way of labeling what I truly feel for you. My darling, I live for you. I live for these moments, I live for your smile, your sweetness, and warmness. Even words aren't enough to describe the euphoria that you give me. You've kept me alive, you're the reason of my every breath, You're my rock. And I live for you even when you drive me insane, especially then. I wouldn't have it any other way. And as my favorite book says "“You can be Han Solo, ‘And I’ll be Boba Fett. I’ll cross the sky for you.” Now we're back on your rooftop, hand in hand, no inches in between.
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Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
no inches in between
We were on top of your rooftop, still five inches between us, looking up the sky and fighting the urge to hold hands. I thought of all the things I kept within me. I didn't even like you, at least that's what I thought. I didn't like the way my name slips through your tongue or how calming your voice sounds over the phone. I didn't like our late night conversations about how vast this universe is and how the both of us are mere particles in this world filled with billions, silently in anguish. I didn't even like our afternoons spent biking around the park, enjoying the breeze and color of fall, our favorite season of all. I didn't like the way you smile at me whenever I'm being serious, when I'm in this corner contemplating myself, you'll flash that sarcastic smile of yours that makes me want to punch you. I didn't like the way your palm touches the back of my neck whenever we would kiss, I didn't like the way you say "I love you", soothing and calming, I hated myself for never saying it back. "I love you" you would say "I know" I'd reply The truth is that I don't just like you or love you, it's a very shallow way of labeling what I truly feel for you. My darling, I live for you. I live for these moments, I live for your smile, your sweetness, and warmness. Even words aren't enough to describe the euphoria that you give me. You've kept me alive, you're the reason of my every breath, You're my rock. And I live for you even when you drive me insane, especially then. I wouldn't have it any other way. And as my favorite book says "“You can be Han Solo, ‘And I’ll be Boba Fett. I’ll cross the sky for you.” Now we're back on your rooftop, hand in hand, no inches in between.
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Nunca vou pronunciar essas três palavras Isso não significa que não existam Mas quando as tento dizer em voz alta Nada sai dos meus lábios além do ar. Nunca vou dizer estas três palavras Decidi fazer disso uma regra Como Maria Madalena Não sou uma boba amante. Nunca vou pronunciar essas três palavras Mas isso não significa que não seja verdade. Não vou ficar calada, nunca tenha medo, mas por enquanto, você não sabe " nada de nada".
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Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
I'll Never Tell You Those Three Words (translated by Everardo Norões)
I found out that Taylor Swift wrote off country music today. At times I wonder, who do we think we are? Owner of our own hearts? Sinkers of ships? Destroyers of dreams? Children of destiny? My name's Monica and I don't own my heart. I borrowed someone else's though and he's quite kind to mine in return. I don't sink ships unless I have to and I'd never give up country music no matter who I thought I changed into. I laugh too loud and I spend too much money of coffee, energy drinks, and boba smoothies. Honestly, I could use a real makeover. I try my best not to destroy dreams but I find myself clinging to the thought of fate and destiny as much as the next cheesy romantic. I cry too loud, too much and too often. God has a special place in his heart for people like me. I crave attention but only sometimes and it's usually accompanied by a dull ache in my chest. I'll get back to you when I come to a conclusion on what that is. I don't say "no" to a cold one at the end of a long day. Sometimes -and this one is embarrassing- I yell back at the guests when they yell at me. (I may be in customer service, but that doesn't make me a verbal punching bag.) I've got issues and attitude and an inability to stop putting myself down. Who do we think we are? Everyday I change my mind. But not about country. Taylor, what were you thinking?
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
Change your mind, Taylor
I got mocha boba for once I’ve taken the first step Thank you for that Goodbye green apple.
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Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 11:00 PM UTC
Mocha Boba
Boba bubbles in our milk tea Kids in the bathroom getting high All fashions out in the open With no dress code to abide Movies, songs, clothes and parties "Buy things!" Shout messages to our eyes Discovering the American ways From barbecues to facists' ides Discovering our stance in this world Making laughter and love on the sly We'll celebrate our youth as it passes by Birds of different plumes in an azure sky Last games with our friends Before the fall goodbyes We've got social media on lockdown Just until our working times We campaign for people and our earth Each day we hear more lies Letting our voices ring out Under the endless sky In the summer heat we stroll Every now and then ducking inside Most of the prep work is already done But some college calls still lie to the side Each day each nation's dystopia grows And the resistance comes up on the rise For change, youth, and play are all rising high In the bright, hot summer sky
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Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
Azure Sky
Peel me like an orange, layer by layer. Slurp me like iced tea with boba's gentle tap, Sniff my skin like roses in the morning dew. Consume me like ripe mangoes and olives, a blissful thrill, Heal me like a whispered promise, a gentle, loving pill.
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Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 10:44 AM UTC
Inclined
inhale, exhale. close your eyes, and count the beats of your heart imagine. imagine that you're far away on a secluded island imagine that you're floating on air imagine that you're sleeping on a cloud imagine you're on a calm beach, waves slow to fall inhale, exhale. close you eyes, and count the beats of your heart dream. dream that you're laying down in a nice flower field with a special someone ;) dream that you and your friends are biking fast down the city on a warm summer's night dream that you're having some boba with your friends on a nice strawberry-sky afternoon on a rooftop inhale, exhale. close you eyes, and count the beats of your heart breathe. breathe and just keep breathing
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 8:57 PM UTC
breathe
I think of your smile I think of your jokes I think of your soft brown hair I think of your sparkling eyes I think of the way you wear your jacket I think of the time when you first came over to talk to me I think of the time we first sat beside each other I think of the time we shared boba I think of the time you brought me home I think of the time you kept trying to talk to me I think of the time you try to come near me I think of the time I've waited around for you after work I think of the time we messaged each other I think of the movie we watched together I think of the pizza we ate I think of the time we talked about sports I think of the time when I met your parents I think of the time you first held my hand I think of the time you picked me up when I fell I think of the way you laugh I think of the way you kissed me I think of us I think of what we could've been I think of you when I listen to music I think of you when I watch tv shows and movies I think of the hugs you'd give me at my front door I think of the way you looked at me when I left I think of our conversations I think of the trips we've planned I think of the time when we were vulnerable I think of the way you made my heart flutter I think of the way you made my blood rush I think of the way sparks flew when we touched I think of you when I'm about to leave the house I think of you when I look up at the stars I think of you when I play the piano I think of you when I exercise I think of you when I wake up I think of you when I cook pasta like how I did for you I think of you while putting on my make-up I think of you when I'm about to pray I think of you before I go to bed I think of you even if I don't want to I think I'm not over you.
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Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 12:00 PM UTC
on my mind
I think of your smile I think of your jokes I think of your soft brown hair I think of your sparkling eyes I think of the way you wear your jacket I think of the time when you first came over to talk to me I think of the time we first sat beside each other I think of the time we shared boba I think of the time you brought me home I think of the time you kept trying to talk to me I think of the time you try to come near me I think of the time I've waited around for you after work I think of the time we messaged each other I think of the movie we watched together I think of the pizza we ate I think of the time we talked about sports I think of the time when I met your parents I think of the time you first held my hand I think of the time you picked me up when I fell I think of the way you laugh I think of the way you kissed me I think of us I think of what we could've been I think of you when I listen to music I think of you when I watch tv shows and movies I think of the hugs you'd give me at my front door I think of the way you looked at me when I left I think of our conversations I think of the trips we've planned I think of the time when we were vulnerable I think of the way you made my heart flutter I think of the way you made my blood rush I think of the way sparks flew when we touched I think of you when I'm about to leave the house I think of you when I look up at the stars I think of you when I play the piano I think of you when I exercise I think of you when I wake up I think of you when I cook pasta like how I did for you I think of you while putting on my make-up I think of you when I'm about to pray I think of you before I go to bed I think of you even if I don't want to I think I'm not over you.
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kursi panjang atau sofa panjang? lebih ke kursi panjang deh, tidak empuk soalnya tapi masih nyaman sembari ditemani kamu dan boba dari pagi sampai petang masih betah saja berbicara tetapi kamu teringat kewajiban sudah lewat ashar, hampir magrib lalu segera kamu pamit, takut ketinggalan lalu punggungmu adalah hal yang kulihat terakhir kali terimakasih, dan maaf ya dari aku yang melamun dan menimbun banyak pertanyaan
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Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC
bingung
wanna go have an unhealthy amount of boba and cake
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Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 9:47 PM UTC
when quarantine is over
Maple syrup, two pancakes and grossly made hashbrowns... you forever have a place in this life as a friend, and a place in my heart. for without you, I wouldnt be as strong as I am nor be as wise. I wouldnt be spending 50 bucks a month for confidence nor going out for our dates? coffee breaks from the world Chai milk tea, boba of some sort, and you... you changed me for the better, y/n this might have been made on the fly and im tired as hell i wanted you to understand that, this big ol heart of mine, cares more than you can dream and loves you more than you can imagine...
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Jun 12, 2022
Jun 12, 2022 at 8:33 AM UTC
Sleep deprived, platonic love, and a poet
Stuck here memorizing lines. Lies That i will tell the guy in the chair Every moment watching me Judging me Waiting for a slip up or a pickup or a step down like a hellhound When did seeing become so different So what we see does it actually matter when all of these people tell a million lies just to flatter the guy in the chair He's still watching me I'm too young for this It's not worth the boba But lonesome people don't change their favorite color to green like the rest of us I like pink And to think without a second thought i can think Whos illusion do i have to see through?
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Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 11:49 PM UTC
The Guy In The Chair