December 2010
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Yearender Post.
WARNING: Very looong (which translates to annoying) post ahead.
The New Year is always a good place to start.
2010 has been a year of loafing and idling around. And tumblr-ing as lot. XD. I can say that, yes, tumblr (and it’s people) did help me share moments of joy, helped me go through moments of sadness, grief(?), or just plain old boredom. Much has happened since then, and I just want...
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Yearender Post.
WARNING: Very looong (which translates to annoying) post ahead.
The New Year is always a good place to start.
2010 has been a year of loafing and idling around. And tumblr-ing as lot. XD. I can say that, yes, tumblr (and it’s people) did help me share moments of joy, helped me go through moments of sadness, grief(?), or just plain old boredom. Much has happened since then, and I just want...
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Come on and wade, way out into the water with me…
We’re drowning on...
– Gaelic Storm, “Scalliwag”
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Rogues Wield Knives.
Rogues wield knives
Of stainless steel
Or something more…
Lucid;
To plunge through skin
And bring you truth;
That blood is blood,
If blood be spilled. (Live, victim.
Cry, and you lose…
Twice.)
And,
Rogues steal;
Rogues kill.
Rogues spit on your melanc—
Holies;
Rogues laugh at your demons—
Trations,
Rogues’ dear crescent never pity;
Rogues mock...
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Rogues Wield Knives.
Rogues wield knives
Of stainless steel
Or something more…
Lucid;
To plunge through skin
And bring you truth;
That blood is blood,
If blood be spilled. (Live, victim.
Cry, and you lose…
Twice.)
And,
Rogues steal;
Rogues kill.
Rogues spit on your melanc—
Holies;
Rogues laugh at your demons—
Trations,
Rogues’ dear crescent never pity;
Rogues mock...
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Chess.
Half of a starlit schism mucks
Visions ascending in spiral stair—
Cases and traps out a hand that tucks
Blankets to lull you away; Despair
Runs from the halls like a knight-less steed,
‘Way from the Peace that had fallen pace
With it resulting distress indeed,
War is the surface and yet un-traced.
Washes the hands from Her blood ordeal,
White is the color of cherries left,...
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Chess.
Half of a starlit schism mucks
Visions ascending in spiral stair—
Cases and traps out a hand that tucks
Blankets to lull you away; Despair
Runs from the halls like a knight-less steed,
‘Way from the Peace that had fallen pace
With it resulting distress indeed,
War is the surface and yet un-traced.
Washes the hands from Her blood ordeal,
White is the color of cherries left,...
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I Know Death Is A She
verandahmaureen:
I know Death is a she
—only a woman would try to be
multiple
places
at
once.
I know Death is a she
because
—only a woman would want
to be known for different appearances,
for different ways.
I know Death is a she
—only a woman would want to delay when wanted,
take time more often than not.
I know Death is a she
—only a woman could spot what she absolutely must...
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Poem #15.
See these lips spill acid green
Pour upon your hallowed heart. Conscience breaks me…
Conscience breaks me,
It bathes my skin
And tears it apart.
See these hands spill tempest breeze,
Wreck upon your shattered soul Conscience breaks me…
Conscience breaks me,
It wraps my body;
Devours it whole.
See these eyes spill liquid hate,
Purging a la consummate. Conscience breaks...
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Poem #15
See these lips spill acid green
Pour upon your hallowed heart. Conscience breaks me…
Conscience breaks me,
It bathes my skin
And tears it apart.
See these hands spill tempest breeze,
Wreck upon your shattered soul Conscience breaks me…
Conscience breaks me,
It wraps my body;
Devours it whole.
See these eyes spill liquid hate,
Purging a la consummate. Conscience breaks...
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This fire is burning and it’s out of control, it’s not a problem you...
– Guns n’ Roses, “Garden of Eden”
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Poem #14.
Hath driven by thine hands,
These stars that witnessed sea;
That flickers last for wavers true,
The willingness of me? I weaken,
A tear unshed to wake up for
Your blush that plants the bravery
And courage in this heart.
I bore no grudge,
No grudge at all;
None save the glass
That ever-falls
In tipsy-telling trickles;
I let them go,
I let them go.
Thus spare this life, my rescuer,...
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Poem #14.
Hath driven by thine hands,
These stars that witnessed sea;
That flickers last for wavers true,
The willingness of me? I weaken,
A tear unshed to wake up for
Your blush that plants the bravery
And courage in this heart.
I bore no grudge,
No grudge at all;
None save the glass
That ever-falls
In tipsy-telling trickles;
I let them go,
I let them go.
Thus spare this life, my rescuer,...
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O eto may title.
Sumakit ang ulo ko sa Like button na yan amp.
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A,
Hey,
Maybe
I wouldn’t
Deserve a
Super-fancy
Christmas card
Or maybe even a
Most expensive box
Of the finest chocolates
But I know I’ll settle for just
Half-A-Christmas tree
And
A
Kiss
From You.
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A,
Hey,
Maybe
I wouldn’t
Deserve a
Super-fancy
Christmas card
Or maybe even a
Most expensive box
Of the finest chocolates
But I know I’ll settle for just
Half-A-Christmas tree
And
A
Kiss
From You.
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