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Take me away. Somewhere. Anywhere.

But here.

Ride your horse. Feed your ego.

Prince Charming.

I give complete surrender. I give.

All that's left.

Sweep me off, dear. In your arms.

Like you do with her.

I will close my eyes. Play pretend.

And touch fire.

Save me from distress. Like you ought to.

And I'll purse my lips.

Take me away. You have to,

Knight in shining armor.

This is what you do. I'll subdue,

zealous savior.

Free me. Sweep me off. Save me.

Like it is real.

Then capture my heart. Enslave it.

Then dispose it.

Fuck you, crusader. You shouldn't have come.

Egocentrism spells you.

You come, conquer, then leave.

Regardless,

fuck you, Dear.

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Let's play pretend
trying to compensate the gaps and striving hard against the cold realization that so long as this planet is elliptical and as long as oceans, seas, gulfs, straights and whatnot's come in between continents, everything that we pretended to believe in has zero if not negative probability...

groping for words. striving to come up with something that would spark comfort and interest.nothing. nothing comes out.just smile and laugh, you said.and i did.another unbearable pause.i received a tug on the hair. stared frictionlessly. this is so boring...what is?EVERYTHING.uhmm...i'm sorry i guess.everyone's always so sorry.

i think i'm going to leave now you're not talking anyways.i thought you were upsetand in silence, we hope we can cover everything up. nothing is wrong. nothing is wrong. nothing is wrong. this is good enough. this is good enough. this is good enough. this is good enough....

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Of revolving doors and stupid dogs

Us, being on either ends of the line is just a f*cked up sucky situation. Seeing only through glass panels of fast revolving doors. As much as we strive to move faster in hopes of meeting at some point, that never happens, because we're in the same dilemma as a dog trying to catch its tail.
Make up your mind.
But I simply am not assertive. Can't you just tell me what to do?
Come and fly here.


scared of admitting that that isn't possible.

another attempt...



I'll do anything if you'd just...
but I don't want you to do anything.



I wonder what it was about. Thoughts escape the lips and form sound. And I wish I could have caught it... taken it back.

I thought you tell me everything?
Yes but not this one.
What will it take so you'd tell?
Come here.


You should know that I want to. As crazy as it really is, I think it's a sane idea. But I really can't. We can't.

Not right now.

My head lingers over the thought. Will you, if I could? Would I (or you) be different? Then would we dare to play with chances?

We push it a bit harder. We force it so we can go on, but still denying that we ARE indeed trying too hard. The door continues to revolve; us--parted by glass panels. Will it be enough to see you on the other side?


I'm impatient.
How long do we choose to wait?



I will never...
I want to hear you say forever when you're 60! haha
I won't live that long.



We give it a rest. The heck with it...

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because forever is a trap...
and indulging in pain is always an excuse.

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i don't exactly know the purpose of having written this in this form, so to literary people, bare with me. I was at first planning to post each number as a separate entry but then again doing that would take too long to post, so heck. anywho, some entries are sort of supposed to be for my persef class. but then, i never had the time to post them one by one. the numbering doesn't have a purpose. the entries are in random--actually even the thoughts. =D10.sometimes i wonder if you really get it. or am i the one who isn't getting the whole set up? but i talk figuratively. you should learn my metaphors!i gave you the go. but that doesn't mean i want to hear about it. that doesn't mean we can talk about it. it doesn't mean i won't feel anything if you tell me about it. i gave you the go, but i was hoping you would resist it.you should have known me better. i don't say what i mean and i don't mean what i say. sometimes i wish i just said you can't. sometimes i want to drop the facade. but it scares me. 'cause i don't know what that would be like. how we would be like.because i don't want to be like the rest. not just like the rest of them.so will you be good?...define being good. like have rubbers if you do get down on it.only if. but you were not asked to do it...9.You make me sick in a weird way. Like how it feels when you're turned upside down for a long time and you start feeling nauseated. Or something like when you are made to run 10 kilometers non-stop at full speed right after having eaten a big mac with super size coke and fries. Or like when your guts were pulled and tugged on by a bunch of monkeys and all you want to do is puke your insides. I mentioned how you make me feel all sick whenever we talk. and I guess you must have taken it the wrong way, 'cause all you said in reply was that you're sorry. I think I forgot to correct how you've misunderstood what I said. I like how it feels. It's the best way to feel sick. And if it does make me sick, I wouldn't mind being sick at all. haha. there it creeps again. cheezy. I wonder how you get it out of me. how you, of all people can make me human. how you can make me say things i always choose to keep. how you can fish out the truth from me (even make me admit that i'm a liar, for goodness sake). and how you can make me feel. maybe 'cause we are much alike? because you're just as much of a coward as i am? because we're both masochists pretending to be unfeeling goth-ly people who wouldn't give a f*ck about hurting people? erisona.uh-huh. tossed the golden apple, eh?do you think there's any hope to this? or are we kidding ourselves? or am i kidding myself?8. love?love is overrated.love is passe.love is just love.don't try to make it sound complicated.7.evaluating or trying to classify something into either under good or bad is not achievable. It's almost parallel with trying to classify each of the colors (may it be with respect to light or tint), as only either black or white.so, the first paragraph is a lame attempt to try to justify myself. when it is a must to rate something, and you are given a set of criteria or something perfect--idealistic, even...you see that what you have does not measure up in comparison. When you are given a view of what perfect is like, what you thought was good enough simply doesn't seem as good anymore. And it's just messed up 'cause prior to seeing something better, it was good enough. it just sucks that what used to seem closest to perfect suddenly seems like crap, because i was given something in comparison.but then again, maybe i like it crappy? maybe that was what made it seem good enough. maybe it was what we liked about it--the imperfections, the ragged edges. maybe we weren't after perfection after all...and pop culture was wrong about trying to make us feel weird about the eccentricities of what we wanted. it is good enough. to hell with what they have to say.until it is over, until we get tired of it, until we choose to stop playing, until we forget about it all, until either of us quite, until we do something stupid, until then, i guess this is good enough. to hell with whoever says otherwise. ha ha!6.Person1: When I'm done with someone, I don't fool around with them anymore.Person2: I thought I was like that too.Person1: So maybe you still like the girl...Parson2: No, maybe I was just drunk.Person1: And drunk people always use their being drunk as an excuse.Person2: So maybe I am just using it as an excuse right now too......I hope not...5.Significant is a relative term. haha. So I choose to define significant as fucked up bothering to the point of being pointlessly irritating; to the point that it eats up your time and clogs your head with itself. I therefore rule out the strict correlation between significance and importance. To put it short, significant, in this entry, is a craze.The relationship is something simple. Yet bound with complicated factors. But made to seem simple. Like a black and white UML diagram, having very few attributes and only two methods. But with confusing arrows of aggregation, composition, association, etcetera, etcetera.The main rule/first method was: do not attach yourself.The second method: it's supposed to feel good.The irony is: we aren't good with rules. Humans as we are, we are not bound to strictly go by the rules. we err (to err is human, your ear divine. hahaha). We were only supposed to go by 2 rules, but we defied both as if we were anarchist wannabees.How come, we started the fire but ended up swallowed whole in our own darkness? Do you think we should have we should have touched the fire instead, and let ourselves burn ablaze? But then again, we chose to play in the darkness. So wth, right?4. The decision is only difficult to make when you refuse to decide on something so obvious. When you say no to something that everything and everyone is pointing to. It can be simple, but choosing that it be simple will make us lose all interest.3. DEAL WITH IT!Assert myself? You wish! I'm not one who would stick in black and white.2. Robert Frost had been proud enough about having chosen the road less traveled, having encountered a fork in the road. Proud enough to even write it as a poem. And he had been good enough to have it published, and now I guess pretty much everyone have read it. It had been simple for him though, because there were only two choices, and it is a given cliche that the uglier way is most probably the right way to go. I've chosen the rough roads that have earned me a lot of failures that went right smack into my face, or smooth ones that had been quite boring--uneventful.I think I have gone through my forks in the road (haven't we all?), but I don't think anyone have ever thought it was anything as special as Robert Frost's poem. Heck, I've encountered roads even more entangled than the esquinitas(or however you spell it) of divisoria...or sometimes, when it all boils down to the worst, encounter no road at all--just dirt and brawn. But as it goes, it's all necessary evil. Some things that we WILL have to go through, to hell with what ever reason the optimists will flood you with. It sucks though, 'cause not all of us encounter the same level of necessary evil. Some are lucky enough to get away with it.1.I do not dare speak before a crowd. Nor wish to be seen before curious eyes. For I belong to a different audience, one that is mute; one that would keep everything that has been witnessed in silence. When trust is lost even in the honesty of the keyboard...when thoughts are tarnished by speed and fluctuating passion, I resort to wrapping my fingers around one that would listen. Here, I let the pencil speak my mind. And no one else will have to know about it, everything shall be captured in paper. And no one is supposed to know.

kp

Your chest
your chest
your chest
distracts me
They bounce
they bounce
and bounce
I never meant to stare.
I do not like them
--no
forgive me
they are beautiful
But they hinder
all else
there is to see
No
please,
I need not
touch them.
Yes,
they are beautiful
But I'd hold
your hands
any day
than
your flaunted knobs.
Your chest
your chest
your chest
distracts me
They bounce
they bounce
and bounce
I never meant to stare...

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You and I, along with everyone else who knows me the slightest bit will doubt it too. What are the odds? What are the chances?
"This" can be easily dismissed as just one of those 'lapses' that I get once in a while. One of those days when I feel more optimistic and actually make-believe in utopia. I mean seriously. This is not normal. This is just too weird. And I do not trust my self enough yet to really say that I'd settle and make this one work smoothly.
Perfect is boring. It does not work for me the way it would for most people. And yes, I do doubt perfection, because nothing can be that good... right? it just seems so wrong...so fake. Too supperficial.
This is like having faith on something that is not tangible. It doesn't really physically exist. But you make yourself hang on to it. But nothing can assure you of anything.
Just as you said, maybe it isn't how I see it. Maybe I'm idealizing something that would be the epitome of what I wanted...or something to that line. Or maybe I'm just talking weird right now. I dont know. I really dont. Who does? What the fuck? I'm retarded.
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I'm mean. I'm shallow. I'm judgemental.

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You and I, along with everyone else who knows me the slightest bit will doubt it too. What are the odds? What are the chances?
"This" can be easily dismissed as just one of those 'lapses' that I get once in a while. One of those days when I feel more optimistic and actually make-believe in utopia. I mean seriously. This is not normal. This is just too weird. And I do not trust my self enough yet to really say that I'd settle and make this one work smoothly.
Perfect is boring. It does not work for me the way it would for most people. And yes, I do doubt perfection, because nothing can be that good... right? it just seems so wrong...so fake. Too supperficial.
This is like having faith on something that is not tangible. It doesn't really physically exist. But you make yourself hang on to it. But nothing can assure you of anything.
Just as you said, maybe it isn't how I see it. Maybe I'm idealizing something that would be the epitome of what I wanted...or something to that line. Or maybe I'm just talking weird right now. I dont know. I really dont. Who does? What the fuck? I'm retarded.
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I'm mean. I'm shallow. I'm judgemental.

obscurity

Egocentrism, ethnocentrism, elitist culture, a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy, promiscuity, an obscured definition of sex...

you wonder how alll these contexts could possibly fit seemlessly and make sense...


...
..
.

sometimes, I wonder if Anna felt the same. If she could have talked about what she saw, would she have seen it in a similar way?

After having been kept from all the rest of the "world" and being made to believe that that was all there was to it...that this way of life was the only way to be...



I wonder, if we were the only ones left still trying to shut all else out, still playing make-believe...


egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
i am right, you're wrong. this is all i know. i know. i know. i know. you're wrong. i'm right. this is all i know. this is all i know. this is all i know. this is right. this is how it is, how it has always been and will always be. this is right. i'm right. you're wrong. i know. you're wrong.
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
because i'm critical. because i see. because there will always be something wrong. because you're not good enough. you're not good enough. you're not good enough. regardless. you're not good enough. i can do better, and you're not good enough. you never were, you'll never be. you're not good enough. this is not good enough. i crave. i cannot settle. there's something wrong.
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
you're not good enough. i need something better. you're not good enough. you never were, you'll never be. you're not good enough. sucks for you. you're not good enough. you're not good enough. i'll find something better. it's you're fault. you're not good enough. you're not good enough. i can do better. i cannot settle. you're below the ladder. you're not good enough. you're not good enough. you just aren't.
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
because i have grown uneasy. because i have forgotten. because i was taught differently. because i've been used to doing something else. because i also have hands, fingers, lips, tongue, and even more. because i was made to believe that we have a better way of doing things. because your way has become too awkward. because i cannot change over night. because i might not change at all.
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
because i am stubborn. because i'm used to this. because i've learned to like this. because this is better. this is easy. this is what i grew up to. this is what i know. this is what i beleive in. i do not want to conform. because i have everything you do and they do to...except for one thing. because i have hands, fingers, lips, tongue, teeth,and a lot more.
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
i crave. i want. for we were taught not to settle. because desire is not synonymous to wishful thinking. i can. i will. i crave. i want... i do not want mono before my words. and the more the mannier was a stupid inside joke... because one cannot be enough. i multiply or at the very least add..., not divide, not subtract.
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
it doesn't matter. it shouldn't. i don't need reasons. nor logic. it shouldn't matter. i don't need to know. just get on with it.
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
you're wrong. this is right. i know. i know this much. you're wrong. you're not good enough. i want. i crave. i can. it's mine. you're wrong. i know this much. this is right. this is all i know. i'm stubborn. i won't waiver. i know this much. i'll stay this way...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
maybe if we say it over and over, we can convince even ourselves. we can make believe all over again.
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...
egocentrism
ethnocentrism
elitist culture
a patriarchy-defined gender bias--matriarchy
promiscuity
an obscured definition of sex...

you like what you see

like Jose Rizal's story, we get attracted to the light and stupidly cannot resist approaching it. we come closer and closer and even closer, only to burn.

what is it like to burn?

to feel the feisty heat gorge your flesh and stench

drip
drop
make a ripple


now nothing matters


we bathe in flames and nothing will matter...

wings burning

we let go

and let ourselves free fall



into



eternal ether



nothing matters






might as well enjoy the fall



you wont feel it anymore




when you hit the bottom.







you only liked what you see;







but you never saw through.

de-falling and un-falling

I have made myself an image of you
i have drawn my ideals of perfection
and i have seen you in those images
but now i simply cant find you in them

i have made my tears fall for you
just as i have made believe i love you
now i just cant find any sense in
wiping tears that are not to come

i have always thought i love you
but now i start to see it clearer
i have only fallen in love with
the idea of falling deeply in love

i imagined my heart beating faster
each time I make myself think f you
but my heart had stopped beating
long before it pretended to love you

JOE

You have let me caught sight of you
a teasing image of burning desiree
nticingly calling me into my senses
of lucid fancies in the dark

Why have you let me touch fire
when you would not want me to play
the blazing game in the midst
of your figure's torrid flames?

I have warned you not to let me
fall this deep; crash this fatal
Now, what was once serene passion
had become igniting lust

I fancy breathing your breath
and wish to map your frame
with my very hands; my fingers
enveloped in eternal bliss

Let me set you abalze
Light me up my fiery desire
and pleasingly entwine me in
the rage of the dancing fire

take the fall

Thesis Statement: Falling in Love and falling for love may be the same on the surface but have tragic differences.

Amazing is the superfluous human language. Horrifying how a change in a single word can give a whole new meaning to a three-word-phrase. The worst part is, increasingly more and more people unknowingly fall into this mistake—not only in words but in the actions they take each day. Falling in love and falling for love, though seemingly similar on the surface, are tragically way different.

Falling in love means defying all reason, in claim that love is something beyond all rational thinking ever known to man. Meanwhile, falling for love means loving for reasons bound not to be understood by logic.

Falling in love is neither something you need nor want. You are not supposed to desire finding it. It is about patiently waiting while anticipating it in the calmest possible manner. You trust that it will certainly come along one day in some form that is yet unknown. It is about waiting for the asked mystery to divulge itself unto you.

Falling for love, on the other hand is something you do not need but badly want. You lustfully engorge into the idea of seeking it soon; aggressively anticipating its coming; and worse—pushing love to hurry its way. This comes when you have decided that you are sick and tired of waiting; when you have given up on the idea of hope and patience. You have come to admit that desperation has gotten the better of you. It is a quest to find something that you yourself made up; seeking something or someone that would fit the standards you have set in mind.

Falling for love falls not for someone who holds all dreams and hopes of forever and eternity; instead it falls hard in the sweet idea of falling in love. On the contrary, really falling in love falls lavishly onto the absolute surrender of something that may come in different forms.

Falling in love is a mystery—you are not supposed to think about it, neither are you expected to understand it—you just live it. Falling for love however, is a great question pondering upon your forehead. It is something that you should both solve and resolve before it consumes you.
Despite all differences though, these two are often mistaken. Why? It is because of one distinct common point that each person undeniably wish to hold. Both falling in love and falling for love provide happiness. Although the levels of happiness may differ (such that falling for love gives temporal bliss as opposed to falling in love’s real and lasting contentment), by the end of the day everything still boils down to one thing: everyone needs comfort after the long and tiring day called life. No one, I suppose, would want to be left alone.