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having a special interest in cats is great, I'll see ur stimboard (for example) and then I'll be happy the rest of the day! :D
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Title this
Anguish
I never want to write poems again. I quit 5 years back, pero it just seem very appropriate to the moment. Swerte mo naman, may poem ako para sa'yo. I just write for people I really care for. -_-
Wrote this for 10 minutes, gan'un katindi yung feels ko at natapos ko to agad.
Creating a thin line of white,
to a life of red and black,
to which pursuits are not enough
for all laments to retract.
I thought for once I could be a soldier,
that maybe it was time not to flee,
the urges of life, the downfall of things,
the love I know of, the past to set free.
Futile poems I thought I’d never write again,
but I guess I just have too much to feel,
containing feelings never once there,
till i found myself crying, just too much to bear.
Years to count, literary was not in favor,
features to speak of, but tonight I call forth,
the cupids who set an arrow off aimlessly,
who made myself bound to a love unworthy.
Cheers to poems who make things sound deep,
of more maybes, of a lot of maybes.
But I am a fool for trusting in intuitions,
because I conclude that lies lie in eyes that once died.
Before Sam could even finish describing his symptoms to his girlfriend, Quinn was already on her way to the nearest drug store in New York. She'd only been in New York a handful of times (one, to be exact) and hardly knew her way around. Relying on the taxi driver was her best option. To her, it sounded like he had the flu which she knew he wouldn't be too happy about, considering he had to work and also he would get zero kisses on the mouth. Once she arrived, she made her way to the medicine aisle, grabbing Tylenol for his headache, Alka Seltzer for this fever and Doritos just because it was him. She also grabbed a box of tea bags to make for him when she got back to the room.
After paying for anything, Quinn stood outside, realizing the taxi would not in fact wait for her. Groaning, she moved to the edge of the street, doing her best to hail a taxi. She'd only seen it being done in movies before but it was worth a try, right? Waving her hand frantically she finally got one, letting him know the directions to the hotel they were staying. Once the blonde arrived, she thanked & payed him yet again, making the trip up the stairs to their room. She was greeted by Flash and now Leia as she set the bag down, almost forgetting the reason she made the trip in the first place. "Sam?" she finally called out once she finally gave both puppies enough attention for their liking, grabbing the bag and walking back to the bedroom. "My poor baby. Are you feeling better?" she cooed, climbing up next to him and placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
