❚ shit talks

The truth is, I don‘t even know where to start to. I had made a lot of drafts and its piling up my unpublished posts yet I can‘t figure out much what to write.

It has been awhile since I left my blog undisturbed. Every time I paid a visit, I am enticed to scribble at least a paragraph  but when I reached the second, I lose my zeal. Maybe, I don‘t exactly understand the purpose of blogging. I was always hoping that I could bring out stories in a different perspective of me being not much into it. At least now, I understand what it means to be me in my writing.

That‘s it. 

But I guess that is what this blog all about, do shit tales in solitude. For the record, no one I know in real life knows this blog, I suppose I can say all I want(I reiterate all). And even though this grousing doesn't make any sense, I‘ll stay coherent with my posts. 

Nasisira lang yata ulo ko. :)

❚ in crypt of you

The emanation of beclouded sky luminesce upon me with nothing to offer.

This silky sheet, old and in shreds, still gloat the rimy moment when you and I were under.

Your scent evanesce as you left me in parcels.

And even the piquancy of our faint lips has turned bland and bitter.

I wake up stark-naked and a mirror.

With no one around but me, with the silence from dead breadth of loneness I stand in front.

 I have only done this scarcely ever, ogling at my pith callously. Inch by inch, the deeper I see my oblivion. This cryptic emptiness.

As I lay my mind to ruminate the night when our souls entwined, right when our chests succumbed out from its strings, I feel a dark bolt's chastise. I feel dire remorse calling out endlessly.

That I had to see you go. That had I not confine with puerile cowardice, this rainy morning would have been shared between us all.

I could have spent more time, I could have listened more with your incessant rumblings, I could have just smiled when I see you mad, I could have answered all your calls, I could have held you even closer. I wish I could.

The body before me is the body I have not seen since. The hole is much profound that however I clothe myself, it exudes blindly. I can only be hypocritical and no one to fill it but you. I am in crypt of you.
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❚ still

I am meagerly drained. 

I am drained from head down to toes, from trunk to my lateral extremities, from superficial skin to deep peritoneum and from communal liberty to solitary confinement. One of the crude prisoners of an institution of the many, I forced myself in cataclysm from a crime unbailable. The shackling decretum where our feet mount is not immutable, we are all students working on our parole. A time comes untrammeled, it will all pay what we suffered for.


School compels me down to the bowels of my pit. Aggrieved and busy I am.
I am going to watch Transformers 3 on IMAX, still.


Iridescent - Linkin Park (Transformers 3)