(Source: lovequotesrus)
I find myself rather hateful and full of spite lately. Other times, the things that I used to enjoy now seem so tasteless and bland.
Ain’t that some shit.
I wrest these covers from my face;
as remnants of slumber
clear from my eyes:
say farewells to abstractions.
Expunge from my mind
visions filled
with love and hope
and dreams of better morrows.
Reality seldom leaves
space for such grand notions.
No, leave
such fantasy for aether;
there exists no place
to indulge in naivety.
Though finding myself foolish
enough to deny the actual,
I take it on faith to know of love
and dreams of hope.
I’d rather a dreaming fool,
than wake to a bitter truth.
Wanted to take another break from my architecture stuff. So I wrote another poem. It’s not auto-biographical, I assure you.
I am completely sure it was necessary to clear that up. Haha.
Blanket the sky in a serenity. Deep
longing for a lover’s embrace.
Sleep
with eyes open, I travel the skies
scanning galaxies and nebulae
but nothing of your radiant smile.
Taken for a ride on this shooting star,
but this earthbound boy crying
to be grounded in your arms.
Shifting course
downwards downwards
downwards
we crash.
Awaken. Too. Sluggish.
My.
Movements. Grasping
at
empty spaces.
Sheets occupying the
spaces.
between my fingers.
Nights spent anticipating
but
all I know are spaces
you place
between
us.
(Source: jamfisher, via justanothercomicgeek)
Can we step away from the game for a bit, and realize that this isn’t some silly plaything. We play not with tiny pieces on a chessboard; we play with people. Our decisions aren’t made by the roll of a die, and we certainly aren’t constrained by squares on a board. Because ultimately, you have to realize that falling in love isn’t all about the moves you make, or the strategy you’ve taken. It’s not about seeing who has the biggest club to beat this straight of hearts, and it sure as hell isn’t about winning some fucking prize at the end.
You see, I still want to believe that love is something beautiful and it’s something to enjoy. Because when people are together, for the sake of being together, that’s just the fucking tops. It really doesn’t get much better than that.
So I hate to see us all acting like kids, trying to read intentions and counting score against each other. Because when you’re bankrupt in a game like this, you’re not losing out on paper money. You’re just laying in bed, crying, wondering what the fuck happened.
Just wanted to wish everyone (or whoever even bothers to read this thing) a Merry Christmas from the Philippines. Right now, I might be chilling with the family, but I’m still thinking about the ones I’ve still got back home. Hope all your holiday wishes come true. Miss you all. :)
Cheers.
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