ambulance, anyone?
I think I think too much. I believe I think too much. I think too much. And it’s bugging me that my head is always filled with thoughts I shouldn’t be thinking of. Filled with the noise that I could barely manage. When will I walk the street that my mind is at peace, serene? When I close my eyes the noise grow louder and the images more vivid. When I try to distract myself, it’s like my thoughts plague me more, pushing their way to the surface and saying to my face that I can’t escape them. It's crazy and it's driving me crazy. I want to run away. Literally.
Behind bars.
Come join me in my secret garden Where my roses bloom so red Where the tweet of the birds is my music As I dance, washing the noise in my head. Come join me in my secret garden Dance with me under the rain Forget the world around us Numb ourselves from all the pain. Come join me in my secret garden Just lie with me on the grass We’ll tell each other stories And see through each other’s glass. Come join me in my secret garden Where I cry myself to sleep Where the only thing that matters Is I have the liberty to weep. Come join me in my secret garden The haven where i pour my heart out Pay attention to my silly musings Look at me like you've got no doubt. Come join me in my secret garden We’ll drown out all our fears We’ll cuddle, laugh, and play Don’t mind all those frontiers. Come join me in my secret garden And tell me who you are As we lie under the night sky Let me hear the music from your guitar. Come join me in my secret garden But please make sure you are the key That you are who you say you are And that you would see me as me.
Guni-guni
Magt-twenty one na pala ko. Ayoko pa. Pwede ba wag muna?
march 6
She should be deaf She should cover her ears Try her best not to listen Or she would hurt them. She should be mute Should keep her mouth shut Never utter a word Or she would hurt them She should be blind She should cover her eyes Stick with the dark Or she would hurt them. She should be numb Spare everyone from the hurt Pretend she doesn’t feel anything Or she’ll cause them pain.
Second hand
The clock is ticking. Fast. I'm turning 21 in less than a month and I dread that day.
Drops
The rain pours. Memories flood me. Now it's not just the sky that cries. |