irony

seriously if you're going to dish out a verbal attack on other people then you might want to consider the fact that sometimes you'll have to take the same intensity that you spat out. someone else will get just as mad as you were when you said crap, and they'll direct it right back at you. and I tire of it. don't unleash a fit of unbridled rage or bad opinion about someone else unless you can take it yourself. because not everyone is generous enough to shut up while you talk down the things that are important to them.

ma cherie'

the words took me in and wrapped me in excitement when they danced into my ears. spoken from a deep voice like the true lover. He was beautiful when he loved. smiles were sincere and full, eyes watched open and waiting for me. He could have any face and it'd be beautiful with that look in it.
It was who he wanted to be, the lover, the fighter, the saviour. dreaming of becoming that person for me. His voice fell with realization of who he was with time. Could he believe in it anymore? Dreams were what made me run after him. I loved who he was and who he could be. don't turn me away.

the wanderer

in the rain she came with a lantern, glowing and filling the empty space between you and the stifling darkness. velvet towels became your swaddling clothes and warmth erupted from the ice within, the frozen hidden secrets. the protected shivering you inside yourself cracked and melted into the rain. She pulled you up and as you stood there, even in the lantern's light there was only a mask to be seen. hiding. Only answering few questions, she started on her way back again, flowing robes barely gracing the cobblestone walkway. She shed a tear and it fell with the rain and she was gone. You have been searching rainy streets in the dark of night ever since. But she only came when you were lost. yet nobody could ever find her to save her.

move me

I am moss on a rock, gathering as the stream swirls by. unmoved as dark waters pour over me, back into itself, swishing and gurgling, pulling, pushing, moving, and sunlight glitters, dancing in front of me. lethargically I sit on my rock. the wind tussles my hairs, but it's useless, I've been used. I don't have anymore fireworks in my pocket. so I'll be waiting.....

ello

I hereby dedicate this blog to mariah XD

I might come on time and again to blog something on my mind but most of the time I don't like doing stuff like this. I like conversation so I can better explain stuff to people and I get feedback. I am horrible about journals period. I'll chronicle an event I never want to lose but I can't talk out my feelings well in typing. I get lost. and lose where I meant to go. and I feel less like I'm getting it out because it's not coming out of my mouth but my fingertips.