How did you even get here?

From the thoughtful firefly…

Solitude was never my enemy. In fact, he’s my whore. And I give birth to the most beautiful bastards.

The thoughtful firefly says

I don’t want a person to love me just because he’s scared I might slit my own throat. My issues don’t make me weak; My scars don’t make me a hero – But do these make me less of a person than you? Apparently not.

— The very line reminded me of my ICT class when I was in my fourth year of high school. Yeah, high school. A shit-full of drama; a drama full of shit. Anyway, I’ll be posting some random shizz here like bloggers do. Maybe I’ll be writing a lot of stuff next year, hopefully, when I’m already taking my courses in UP Diliman.. Shit, I still need to graduate. Oh, thoughts! How you wander so…

I will not spare you with my thoughtswhen oftentimes it is all I could give– a proof that I still existtaking each at a timecareful enough to not let it overwhelm me As I need to be heardyou have the right to understandtake it in amounts you needWatch me how I keep the scraps in my pocketsOr simply throw them away I have found value in the meek spaces of one’s mindA second of a life given to a…

Some people try to find their own niche or if they don’t,

they try to carve their own.

Tell me, do you like it?

Is it too small, or just too big that it feels hollow?

I have nothing against Dreams but they take more than just a breath.

Dreams are not for the weak heart, for dreams takes your time

And they would tighten your noose year after year.

I never dreamed less because I was told,

that I…

Show me how I’m worth when people are reduced to cents when you barely have anything

At least scars are wounds that healed A cut doesn’t close when you scratch it deeper

What can I do When I can only be the…

in the witching hour

How many times do we have to wash it off?

The stench of their eyes,

The callousness of their words –

Stripping away what you’ve worked for,

Changing your timbre into silence.

How many times do we have to wash it off?

Perfume can’t cover the disgust

Clothes can’t protect from the shame

Let it be the queen or the town whore

Once they bite you and spit your putrid blood,

The only problem you see is…

It’s been a while since I posted. Hopefully, I’ll start writing a lot again.

I live my life through a back-up plan

Turning what ifs into what to do Keeping in mind to stay positive Until your weary eyes in the morning turn hollow One routine after the next Scrub away those scabs of anxiety Put lotion to reinforce that second skin To cover up the stench of who you truly are. Ride the jeep to…