"Writer's Block"



Bakit ako magsusulat?

Porke ba malungkot na naman ako?
E pag masaya naman,
ni di ko nga makuhang isulat yun...

Bakit ko kailangan paalala sarili ko
ng mga di magagandang pangyayari?

Paglaon din naman e tatawanan ko lang sarili ko
sa pag"mo-moment" na ginawa ko...

Sa pakakataong ito...


Hindi ako magsusulat.

"Episode 2"

Red...
Blood.

A quick spell of fear. Shock.
A sudden change of perspective.

Pain.

Then rage seeps in,
filling every blood in your veins.

Breathe. Think.

You open your eyes and suddenly
the whole world is changed.

Everything seemed... darker.

*Sigh*

A shrug. This feeling. So different
yet...
so familiar.

And through it all,

You smile.

Pig-headed rodent

When you want something so badly,
never mind the consequences.
The people around you.
The pain along the way.
For you know
that the moment you give up,
all of it would mean nothing



...coz it'd be just the same
as dying.

65-proof

It's a common knowledge that
when you drink alcoholic beverages,
things tend to get...
a little blurry.

But somewhere along
the "drinking sessions",
you'd be surprised how some things
would actually be clearer than ever.

Needle in a haystack

No, I am not one of life's heavily oppressed.
I have a family.
a few people whom I can call friends,
and I'm financially stable (sort of).
A sound life, so to speak.

But why do I still feel like I am slowly being pushed into a dark abyss?
Why am I still being consumed with a great feeling of discontent?
Like I somehow... don't belong.
What's wrong?
What's lacking?

As the search goes on,
I fear that that by the time I find it,
it'll already be too late.
For me, for the people around me.
And that thing, whatever it is, would have already lost its worth.
Its purpose.
Along with mine.

Can anyone even help me?
To what extent?
And what in exchange,
when at the moment I feel I have little worth?

With all these looming questions,
I still somehow try to take a positive view of things.
Focus on the brighter side, as some would say.
But
every time I do, I just end up being fazed by the light.
And so I'd cover my eyes and settle back
in the comforts of the dark where my eyes are slowly,
but surely,
starting to get used to.

For you who's reading this,
I do not expect you to understand
nor to sympathize with me.
Do not even dare to judge,
as many have done in the past,
for this time
I really don't care no more.

This is just me, the author.

Baring. Exposing myself.
Blurting out all the hurt,
the confusion,
the despair.

No need to mask these emotions through flowery words,
poetic, rhyming lines,
or any of those shit.
I'm simply laying everything out in the open,
trying to find some answers amidst all these questions
in this deluge of a mind,or life in general.

"Stolen Wish"


I just wish
I can give you
everything you want,
everything you need,
like you do for me.

But at the moment,
all I can give
is my best.
And I hope
you'll still love me for that,
like I do you.

"I only have eyes for you"


You are the best thing that happened to me
though there you are,
still with overflowing potential.

It feels like I've known you my whole life
but it seems
I'm missing those that are truly essential.

You come as an ambitious person
yet the path you traverse
is full of uncertainty.
Why?... I have yet to clearly see.

It is still a long, long journey
and trials abound.
But you will never be alone.
Just look in the mirror,
you'll always see me 'round.

Whatever happens,
what destiny may hold for you,
let it be known
that one thing holds true:


I only have eyes for you.