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Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Acceptance (that im inactive)

Holy Macaroni! Two months of being a busy bee at school and self stuffs I guess (reasons why i tend not to be active in my blog anymore) Well i think all of my blog are were not active anymore. If only I find time like this then why not to spill out my ideas and reflections.

So what happen to my 2 months inactive blog days. School is just so usual for me to say it's still a shit. Academics are stressing me out. Final research papers, final revisions etc. They all sucks, obligations and responsibilities really matter for me but hell yeah, they all are shit.

Going back to the idea what I really want for this blog, I think that would hang for a while. I can't get into further poem making because first thing first, im done. My dedication for almost half of my poems that are posted here are done. The guy behind every poem I make was gone. All of a sudden I feel numb about my feelings for him. Then all of a sudden I could still feel the ache y ex left at my heart, all the memories we've been through for past years. I couldn't hardly forget.

But i really need to move forward, not just to move on, so after posting this stuff i would start the thing called acceptance.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Just tangled


"Melodies"
I keep telling on repeat you were the melody sung by many other girls. They want you either but they can no longer hold. They say you were the type of guy who wasn't interested of any of commitments. I was dull like any other typical mood would pop up if unanswered. I want you right now but I can't claim you to be mine. It's a sinful and selfish way to uncover and tell people I loved you so long time ago. I want this feeling but it keeps on hurting. Pain are now scars, past wounds that just healed when you smile at me. Oh, that smile, I still remember. It was a melody.

"Anchors"
Anchors are your favorite symbol. You keeps on telling me you want one necklace hanging on your soft and strong collarbones. I was eager to buy something anchor so I could surprise you, hopefully. Astonished, one day you finally have one. At first I was intrigued because it fits you well. It adds up your strong personality to your appeal which I keep on telling myself, it was the reason to stay at your side. But then I asked, "Where does that anchor came from?"

You never answered, and I guess I already found a clue from that hanged up question of mine.
"Oh, from a special girl?"




Tuesday, December 30, 2014

So I tried

I tried something new, right before this year ends. I hope it would be better, and smooth and fine. I'm so excited for next year's challenges and shits. Literally, I'm excited because, who knows it'll going to be my last year.

I'll be posting poems instead of rants, and hopefully, they would be translated into English. I'm going to practice my verbal skills in English. Help me Lord. So I think that would be my new year's resolution. I would like to enhance my skills in communicating and writing my thoughts and ideas.

I won't post new years resolution (my whole resolutions) because, that would be a big bullshit. I won't plan, instead I would make. Okay, what else will I say..

About tumblr thing, I don't fucking know why I can no longer open two of my accounts there, either way the tumblr browser or website itself. I'm so doomed.
Tiny Hand