Its Unbelievable: Live Love, Love Life

Those naive eyes, fresh to be draggled, so soon to feel the agony. They were created to see beautiful things God created, for them to fill up and cleanse the mistakes of others for a beginning. But instead, they are struggling to walk and live another day to place they thought would be wonderful. The mistake a child know nothing, a child didnt know it exist. They are to learn right words to a right path, for us to guide them and let them experience happiness, not agony. Its unbelievable.

I pity those who treat children as a drug, for you to live the satisfaction, treat them dumb people cause all they know, what adults do is right. Treat them like you, for what? Revenge? Seek justice? Cause its the only way to fight the past you thought would vanish. Its continuous, no one can stop but you yourself. I pity ou cause you suffered the same thing, questioning yourself why? questioning him why? questioning the one who crueled you, why?

Our mess is ours, not theirs, they came to the world for us to change not to let them feel the same thing. Its not fair cause they're innocent, its not fair cause they have the right to live life, to love life, to deem in theirselves that they have future, a bright one. Isnt it more believable if we see them smile, their eyes showering a warmth blessing to the world.

Under Someone's Spell (Preview)

That guy standing distance away from me drinking martinee... what about him? He's actually responsible for what i've become now. How and Why?

11 years ago, i was his apple of the eye. College may be complicated for relationships, but it was different. He was my prince charming, my knight in shining armor, my Peter Parker. We were so in love that i will sacrifice even my life for the sake of our love to live perpetually. Though it was ups and downs, i thought we'd never make it but our 4 year relationship lasted up umtil we graduated. So whats next? I do?

Both our parents were against for an early marriage, all parents do. So Jake and I ran away but actually, we never got married. Instead, he left me without a warning. What now? Suicidal?

I was crazy in love, desperate wife to be but now, im deceived. I did everything to kill myself but nothing happened. I went to parties wasted my time with guys who arent half the man Jake was. But i was looking for a part timer, substitute, an eraser and amnesia potions. No one saved me, no one could, no one but Jake. But where is he?

For 3 years i struggled, i was in agony, in pain not even pain killers could do. But not until my mom called pleading for me to come home. I have no friends, no allies, im alone in this place where Jake stuck me. I dont even know where i am. And where does this lead me?

Here i am standing straight smiling by myself for now i've found a way to set myself again. Maybe i was already wrong from the first place, Jake has nothing to do with what i am now. I did this, i, myself am happy.

Its the DOOR!

I know i'm malnourished but it is the door not me! I had been sweating trying to unlock the door but guess what, sweat's a mess! I couldnt concentrate much because of the dripping sweat and my hands sweating too. Oh please... im losing strength and i'm dehydrated! My fingers' hurt and my foot! (from kicking the door)

I thought of hitching my thumb for help but i, the same time, should choose the right samaritan. There was one who i think would be a big help, he has a muscular body like Via. So i, you know, "Kuya-- but surprisingly, was i a mess that he would smile and chuckle at me?

Wha... oh okay. Maybe that guy isnt in the right condition.

I went to yje owners room and i knocked and knocked, then knocked, still knocking... ( i need to go to C.R.!) knocking...

I went back to my unlocked apartment,o tried my best but still it hates me. So i sat down, waiting for a good samaritan. Luckily, -thank God!- i was still sitting, calm, waiting for the right time to ask. My neighbor then was in his territory and i immediatley approached him. And at last!! The door was open!!! Yehey!!!! I, of couse, thank him.

But what was disappointing is that it was so easy for him, no sweat. Was that so hard for me? Or the door thinks the guy's cute. Argh!! I imagined myself trying to unlock the door, with the kicking and sweating... huhu! God im pathetic!

Its the DOOR!!!! not me

I Talk None Sense!

I hate talking in public and the attention is in me. Its freaking me out! I hate eyes that sparks at me, i just shrink.
What i hate the most, im always oout of words and the ones that come out are from Jupiter, we're in Earth dude!
Then i'll be like, what the hell ami i talking about?

Do, re, me...

Everyday, a new melody is heard, not on the radio but inside my head. And it doesnt have a permanent note which is confusing. So i need to get my bestpend and paper then run my bizarrness. Writing lyrics that i, myself, have no idea whether it's about me, you or anyone in this world. The melody is still playing and no particular or best word fits. It takes a minute for me to finalize it. Then tadaa!!! Its done! Weird?
Thats my world so deal with it!

P.S. I dont even have a guitar which sucks.

But the only way to stick the melody

is finding the right word.

The Journamble (Cover)

Blind Item

I'm searching for the one:
A beautiful eyes like an amber
Nose that can smell no matter how fetor
Tongue, no limit for 24/7
An ears that has no door.

I'm searchng for the one:
Sprots for fun
Math where i suck
History as adventure
Music we could sing along.

Are you the one
Who wears his personality?
Who walks for patience?
Who memorizes humor?
Who believes in acceptance?

Are you the one
With the inside and outside?
Has composure on their list
And if you're smiling right now
10 years later, would it matter?