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What is it with humans that make them the center of creation? What makes them so special? Why are poor abstracts cursed to serve them? I knew not the answer, but I came close to knowing. From the first human I carried, to the recent one now, they never ceased to vilely amaze me. Such volatile beings, with a variety of character. Each unique and special in their own little ways. I ask them why I should. The inquiry allures them, and they respond with either complete desperation or nonchalant static. It is that particular question that leaves their minds wandering to the luminous fields and the dark crevices of their memories. They would look

I havent been writing at all in a while Now lacking and rusty in style Ages ago I should have known To back it all up on my phone It was a cold night in october When all that I made went asunder I signed out of my account And now I recount Where are my notes, I wonder Memories since four years ago Six hundred and seventy five notes Compilations of journals Poems and rambles Disappeared without a quote I couldnt believe it, thats not right busy unbelieving. I cannot tonight theyll come back tomorrow And there will be no sorrow No mourning or grieving in sight Alas came the anxious day Couldnt keep feelings at bay I checked and waited Bu

Looking at messages, the bar blinking blue Maybe a little patience would do Maybe you're out. Maybe you're through Maybe it's too late. Maybe I lost you Every time it creeps to twenty four Something comes around to fuck us up some more Rarely is it your fault. Always mine My hands are imprisoned. My brain's done a crime Curled up in the dark, the cold, under covers I contemplate if I should hug my mother I need warmth. But then I remember We arent quite on good terms either I sigh in front of the dimmed screen As my breath shakes every in between Palpitating tissues resound in my chest As the world around me loves a little less For what m

Sa dami ng kinikimkim mo,  di ko na alam ang totoo Kung maniniwala pa ba ako sa mga sinasabi mo Na "ok lang" "maliit na bagay" "kaya natin to" Tinatanong ka kung ok ba tayo, tugon ay automatic na "oo" Isaang linggong daraan Ikay sasabog sa munting katwiran Lalabas lahat ng poot na dati pang naipon Hindi ka pala ok. Wala akong matugon

Its been a long time coming Im sure life was a blast But theres too many demons now Too many shadows from the past Reaching,  breaching, creeping for me Crawling,  clawing,  falling out to me I swear its time to come undone When the message from the vessel says that all your time is up Im impressed. Im depressed. I wamt to suck it up amd own it But how can i when all i do in life is just blow it I can never see straight Im easily distracted Nevermore im forevermore relieving you of this girl tragic What can i say its easy peasy to see the break of day As a release from sabotage internal and when i make my way To the land of peace and pover