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I shake my head whenI shake my head when
... people trust me so much.
It is not that I do not like it.. but I really hate making promises I can't keep.
...people expect so much from me.
It is not that I do not like the challenge but I like doing things my way.
... people thought I know everything
when in fact I just happen to have read more than they do
... people thought I am responsible.
because fucking up things in the past taught me better.
... people believe all what I say.
just because they couldn't think of any better ideas.
... people thought I am kind.
they never knew how tiring it is to be mad all the time.
I shake my head because I am a contradiction.
Life has taught me that there is order in confusion.
Misplaced ConfessionThe Misplaced Confession
The sun's departing rays touched Victoria's face as she ran at the bare hallway. It's almost five pm. The school fair just ended this week and most of students are too tired to attend club meetings.
Victoria's club was dismissed early. She was about to meet her best friend Bernadette outside the campus when she saw a weird letter in her locker.
It's not the usual scented ones she receives; she hoped it's not one of those hate mails that have anthrax.
Ever since she won those trophies and recognition in junior high, she became the school's hero when it comes to sports. People clamor to her when she plays tennis, badminton, basketball, track & field and even swimming. She really didn't mind the attention and popularity. Every now and then she receives letters of admiration from her fellow classmates. Victoria's school mate and cousin Nelly even jokingly admits that she wanted
- Moment -If I were to hold your hand
Please don't let go
No matter how frail
No matter how weak
Hold it so.
If there is nothing to see
Let me still look
Because beyond those eyes
A calm, peaceful place
Like that of a brook.
With you I cherished
The silence of this place
Your warmth, your voice
And the smile contours
Of your face.
- Sana -Ang paglubog ng araw
Diwa ko'y naglalakbay
Guhit ng palad sa aking mga kamay
Kapalaran ang kulay.
Kung ika'y nalulungkot
Sa iyong pag iisa
Alalahanin mo ang tumawa
At tayo'y magsaya.
Kumirot man ang puso mo
Huwag kang lalayo
Pag-ibig ko sa'yo.
Ang iyong mga titig
Nagdadala ng ligalig
Sana siya ay kalimutan
At ako ang iyong hagkan.
Sa ating mundo
May tila isang anghel
Dati rati'y nahahagkan
Ngayo'y pangarap na lang
At bakit aking natatanaw
Ang aking luha sa karagatan
Baliw na nangungulila
Sa labi mo at salita.
Tanggapin mo ang alay ko
Mula sa aking puso
Hihintayin ko dito
Na magbalik ang iyong anino.
Sa aking paglisan
Ako'y iyong kalimutan
Di ako karapat dapat
Sa puso mong matapat.
Alam kong labis kang nasaktan
Puso mo sana ay pagbuksan.
Ayokong ika'y magdusa
Sana'y makahanap ng iba.
-Last November-Last November
How could you say ever after?
When your love changes just like the weather
How could your devotion be so untrue
When you took my arms and kissed my blues
Then comes tomorrow you said
I wanted to run after you
But chasing the wind I cannot do
Such distance so far like the sky
You have gone where I cannot fly
I was left here
To cry and cry.
You promised me that we will always be together
Back from the days when the sun was warmer
When people thought we are inseparable
How I wish I knew what comes after
In the cold autumn
- Here comes the World -Here comes the world
And I am in pain
The pleasures of dont
Though I entered in vain.
What comes after
That I didnt care
But woe is me
I am wrong and scared.
I see and talk about
But understood like a clown
It runs wild to my heart
And it pulls me down.
Forgive me for what I am
As I curse to the sky
For all the sick lies
I have yet to cry.
Feed me with life
In this cradle of tears
Walk not on my agony
Hear now my fears.
Here comes the world
I have yet a lot to see
My wishes is known
I beg to set it free.
Time to dieThe time has come
I can't wait any longer
My mind is ready
Ending your life is a must
Tormenting me is all you do
Observe as I kill you
Don't be afraid
It won't hurt much
Every life comes to an end after all
Eyeless JackHello, my name is Eyeless Jack. I believe I missed your name.
Oh, you don't want me to hurt you? Well, isn't that a shame.
You see dear, I'm a cannibal, and you'll be my next feast.
But don't worry, I won't eat all of you. Just your kidneys at the least.
I'll cut you open with my scalpel and expose the sumptuous organs.
If you're lucky, I'll only take one, and you might see the light of day again.
Hush now. Stop your crying. Screaming only makes it hurt more.
Continue like this and I promise you you'll be found dead on the floor.
But should you live, make sure that you remember the blue mask with no eyes,
For those who think they can forget are the morsels who always die.
The First Cut.A drop of blood works its way down,
my wrist like a tear drop.
Similar to when my father gave me both
the first time he came home drunk.
But I loved it.
Now, the blade tangos with the skin on my chest,
the two dancers becoming more intimate,
day by day, slowly moving into newer locations.
They leave behind their trail of work, but I am
their only audience.
But one day, he goes too far,
he pushes her too far and suddenly
They stop dancing.
He lets go.
The stage falls down and stops breathing.
HerobrineHerobrine, here, not to be confused with Steve.
If you're a hater of Minecraft, then you might as well just leave.
My white eyes will bore into you and pierce your very soul.
Crossing my path will lead you to a fate truly foul.
If you're a masochist I'll give you what you need.
I'll chop you up with my diamond sword so you're cut up and bleed.
I'll sneak in through your console if you dare to cross my path.
I'll whack you with my pickaxe until you beg for death.
Maybe I will kill you or make you my digital slave.
Maybe you should have known not to be so naive.
When you're found, your soulless body will be all that's left of you.
You're trapped in Minecraft now and we're not finished till I say we're through.
treasure seekerRule I.
what breathes and moves through the deep, belongs to the deep
you walk and darkness follows
bleeding like rain
of dusty shadows
from the highest ceilings
from their weeping slots
of bone and broken
you walk fast
and yet nothing else
moves in the dark
but that ghastly
of your hopeful
my treasure dreamer
everything is dead
deep under ground
even an echo
even a sigh
did you forget?
do not turn back, treasure seeker
do not turn around
my greedy soul
it's too late
far too late
there is a demon
with eyes like
pits of ember
and he won't let you go
how he laughs
like a fierce hellfire down down
in the deeps
through the underground
where nothing lives
not an echo
and he won't leave you alone
I Speak the LightI speak the Light
To write in gilded ink
Seraphs in my quill
The wings from page to page
They sing the words I write
The shadows turn to ash
Their wings melt away
Whisked into darkness
Pointed ears to horns
And silver locks to fire
These, my child,
Are the ones we smite.
Flight, robbed by rusted shears
I speak the Light
Masky and HoodieWhat up guys? I'm Masky. I work for Slenderman.
So does Hoodie. We're his proxies. Try to escape us if you can.
You may think we're just humans but we can still bring you loss.
Slender sickness isn't a trait that solely belongs to our boss.
We'll lead you into Slender's woods where you'll find all his pages.
Try and run while you can but you cannot escape us.
Just surrender to your fate cause there's no way to escape.
You can run but can't hide. No right choices can you make.
You see, if our boss doesn't kill you, we will.
You might as well just swallow your future like a pill.
Either way you look at this, we know you're gonna die.
Wandering into Slender's words means you'll never make it out alive.
Last SymphonyIt started with a horrifying note
Then it became so fast
The black china broke into pieces
Like the love we swore together
There was a pause.
The echoes are so sad
This is like your sobs
Like the sound of the lamenting violin
Your tame face and voice
Climbing up the stairs
Inside this old mansion
The agonizing voices
I become deaf
Hearing the sounds of shattered glasses
It feels so heavy
As I pound my hands
On the outdated piano
There lies the crucifix
Your pale face I touched
The clock strikes
You remain there… lifeless.
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