I just bought Pharsa on my new account and basically, I just thought that if they don't ban her in ranks and I get to use it. Get ready to be cooked! HAHAHAHA

Solar System Poem: Venus

You outshine them all, my dearly Venus,

My morningstar that's keeping me amused,

Just bide the heat in and twinkle like stars,

Clockwise tilt? I don't care about your scars.

Good Night Series #8:

"In just one ineffable moment, you'll have that sudden encounter of a person who you'll take a fancy to touch because you just know that is the physique you'd desire to touch for all eons."

~

Story:

One night of September...

One of the nights that I caught myself fantasizing about you. I just can't stop reminiscing that March morning.

One night of March...

I am still thinking why you still are not sleeping. I joined you watching your magical tv-series and it clicked me moments after that I need to go to sleep.

Next Morning...

I woke up with you beside me. Nineteen years of existence and I have never felt that such bliss.

I retracted, I was confused. I ran to the comfort room, calming myself.

I got back to bed. Your face facing my direction.

I really love five things on your anatomy:

Your ears, your lips, your arms, your back (like the whole XD) and the last one is too personal and just added to the collection, year after. (HAHA)

I leaned closer. I watched the whole spectacle you.

It was my first. I was shocked as well.

I kissed you on the lips and I ran to the comfort room again.

It is so soft I badly want to repeat.

Going back to September night. I slept tight.

My heart is happy. My mind is melancholy.

I threw up a gathering of verbenas that night.

Responsorial Poem:

You're just so good,

It is just so bad.

And I just hope you could...

Good Night Series No. 2

"Anything just to evade that course, it spurts out all-out so lame. It is an incredibly plain sailing for you. Effervescently frightened, I could drown in my sloppiness. Again."

~

Story:

One night, my family wasn't home and the loneliness triggers me to call my favorite person.

But, No! As much as I want to, I must not.

My mind and heart keep on playing a game about force—push and pull.

I just know that this is easy for you. I am not sure though, but based on my perception, I am the only one hurting. It is so painful and I hope you know.

In my subconscious mind, I am afraid I might land on miserable things I set up for myself, again. So, I will not call.

Minutes later, I called. I heard your voice. We talked and laughed.

You always poke fun at me. It is not that I get irritated because I don't like it. But more like; please annoy me more and then woo me.

Just like the old times. I would really love that.

You are so different when talking to me alone.

I always desire to hear something from you and I don't know what it is.

Just like our other calls, it always ends awkwardly.

My heart is happy. My mind is melancholy.

I threw up a gathering of begonias that night.

Responsorial Poem:

You're just so good,

It is just so bad.

And I just hope you could...

Good Night Series #6:

"You are perilous for me, but you're the solitary star I devotedly think the world of. If that is indeed unseemly, then not a soul could ever unravel what this affliction is like."

~

Story:

One night of July.

I just thought about something once again. I am rough to invest about anything but if it is about you, no second-guessing is needed.

I want to give you gifts with the symbolisms I know you will never receive or fathom.

You just don't understand how much you mean to me. Like, I think you are the only person I have loved in ways I never loved anyone else.

All these feelings have been said to you already, just encrypted, but I know you received it.

You spend most of your free time with me. I am flattered, but it just could not answer the questions inside my brain.

That is why I am in danger. Toxic thoughts plant in my mind, even though you are doing nothing.

I think that is the point. You are doing nothing and I am expecting something. How would I stop this feeling?

A confession won't do.

Pretend as friends hurts.

Escape away and try to move on, again?

Guess I am heartless without you. It is tried and tested.

I hope you get this;

You are the one I really want and if that is really so wrong, then nobody knows what this feeling is like.

My heart is happy. My mind is melancholy.

I threw up a gathering of yellow irides that night.

Responsorial Poem:

You're just so good,

It is just so bad.

And I just hope you could...

Good Night Series #5:

"Do never pursue a dead man. An avalanche of sentiments will shortly begin to roll and an Armageddon of tears will soon begin to fall. His heart is thus far jet black as it could get."

~

Story:

One night of June, I cannot put myself to sleep, again.

For more than a year we did not talk, I am too sure I miss you so much already.

It's not like it's been different to other months that had passed but, just to not think about you, I will play a game.

I was invited by a friend. I was astonished to see your name in the party too.

I can feel the Ragnarok striking in my body. I was shaken. I was just forced into place. Hence, we proceed.

We all enjoy that night as we must.

You talk to me first, so energetic like nothing had ever happened.

You talk to me so jolly that it is obvious that you missed me too.

That was all it took. My heartbeat thumps until now.

But, weeks and months after that...

You suddenly became cold, again. The casual you.

You provided that blue ambience, again. The casual you.

You showed how problematic you are in communication and relating to other people. The casual you.

I have thought of these as things that would want me to hate you.

But what else can I do?

You make the perfect you.

My heart is happy. My mind is melancholy.

I threw up a gathering of snowdrops that night.

Responsorial Poem:

You're just so good,

It is just so bad.

And I just hope you could...

Songs of Love and Sorrow

Good Night Series No. 4

"There's this mode parents grin at their kids when they fancy something they're never going to acquire. Maybe that's how the Universe grins before me 'bout you."

~

Story:

One night, I was in the bed already, thinking thoroughly about my life again.

Just to inform you, I have never been sure about anything in my life but you. You are the only thing I wanted so dearly.

Again, I accept it already. I get it.

Maybe I am just sentimental now or maybe I really love you that much.

Then I realized, to accept is different to surrender.

Then I remembered, you said it simply but to a common friend— that that was all platonic. That message never reached me.

It was then after two years, unpacking the baggages by a friend's initiative of checking on me. I knew and received the message.

I cried for days. Why didn't you just tell me directly? I bet you just don't care enough.

Again and again, I accept it already. I get it.

But what would I do, I hope I could just redo stuff and love again.

Maybe I am still hoping after all these years.

I can't ask you directly because I am hurt and I am afraid.

I can't tell you everything because you are just not confrontational.

Here I am, crying again to sleep.

My heart is happy. My mind is melancholy.

I threw up a gathering of blue roses that night.

Responsorial Poem:

You're just so good,

It is just so bad.

And I just hope you could...