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An Exercise In Poetry
This day has been equal amounts of amazing and shitty. So I've been writing poetry. Or trying to write what is supposed to pass as poetry, anyway. The great thing about writing poems is called poetic license which is basically a license to mutilate the English language in whatever way you want to and calling the resulting magnum opus a poem.
In an ( Read more... ) -
Enough
Haha. Enough now. It's too much. This must be what taking drugs feels like. While it's happening, you're all high and happy but when it's over it's like the world's collapsed around you.
So. Enough. I let you go.
When a finger gets gangrene you cut it off before the rot spreads. You're certainly bigger (and more important) than a finger. But I cut ( Read more... ) -
In So Much Trouble
I'm counting on the fact that absolutely no one reads this journal anyway and I just need an outlet for this mass of hormonal confusion that I am feeling right now so here goes...
*deep breath*
Um. Okay. Is it possible to be in love with two people at the same time? Especially if you're already in a relationship with someone. I don't want to hurt ( Read more... ) -
Insomniacs R' Us
When I was in elementary school, I loved sunrises. Fortunately back then, I was still blessed with the ability to wake up at an ungodly hour and steal up to the balcony to watch the sunrise. I guess as I grew older and started to stay up later and later at night, my biological clock got totally whacked out ( Read more... ) -
Under My Pillow Part 2
The continuation of the switch knife saga. Anyways, where was I? Oh yes ( Read more... ) -
Under My Pillow
I have no idea why I'm writing about this only now. It's been a pretty long time already and most of the 'disturbing factor' has pretty much faded away. But when I'm alone in my room and the orange light from the lamppost outside filters in through the windows, I think about it and it makes me feel even just a teensy bit better. What exactly am I ( Read more... ) -
The Story of Indigo
We were walking to the jeepney stop yesterday afternoon when Ara told me how indigo came to color the dusk sky ( Read more... )