Unguided Path.

I am crying for help with the same enthusiasm of how one would when thrown off a cliff. This is too difficult to bear. I need to escape this hell. I can go neither left nor right and I despise the forward road. The three of us were going through photos dated nearly a decade ago and that immediate marble choked my throat. Everything seems so perfect and the beauty was glamor in splendor undefined. So what if we had to eat food worth less than two dollars each day. So what if the clothes on our back were to be used till they're torn. The fact is, we were happy. We were happy not knowing a pampered life. Looking back now, I can cry forever more because such a perfect moment will have no pity to be relived. How low must I humbly bow to God to request another chance to be happy with my family? I am stuck in the past as they would say. My heart distracted and left behind the timeline of life. Mercy me. Foolishly, I believed that depression shall not persuade it's survivors. It's coming back to me again, strolling with light feet satisfied to know I am helpless. Death seems like an offer now which delights my Life. Nothing else worth not to be lived for. To whom should I turn to? My drug now shall be Cathay. A temporary effect of excitement before square one is taken place again.

A Sad Text.

Sometimes, decisions are made and words said to intensify moments which are set according to a former plan. I hurt myself in order to hurt others less, or none at all, if possibility avails. My dreams are of mine and a lesson taught for me, personally to believe that I shan't include others in this circle. Actions taken may bring about massive hatred and hurtful emotions but that's the best that can be conjured from this thoughtful cap. Shall not and will not be the last to speak of this. Infinity has a border, making a finite end to these nasty curvaceous shapes. All these dots will be linked and linked shall they be in the eye, turned. Now, be it, be it, be it, prayed for. Life led.

Doesn't That Reek Disability.

Franchise of an anonymous emotion expanding like houses of fast selling hot cakes. It all begins with the tongue. Perhaps this should be driven through a different course to avoid misinterpretation. Just as how one can imagine the form of a cinnamon roll, one can too get a sniff of it. Hands, hands, feet, feet. It moves as such that it comes to many different forms. Denial and back forms of unsent spaces shall bloom into a new choreography. Let moments be captured in a blast as one would say to lightnings and blondes. Ta.

So Says Hunter S. Thompson.

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.

A Thank You Bear.

Lies and betrayals presented forcefully,

A thank you bear I shall give in return,

It shall be considered as,
Cuddling thorns with fire.

Her name; Karma.

She will burn,

She will rip,

She will hurt.

Twice the pain forced upon.

For none I did but watch,

For all I watch in smiles.

Green & Tall.

Unfortunately, I am not the type of person who likes taking down numbers for the fun of it like others do unless I truly wish to get to know that person well. Even if I do truly wish to get to know a specific person well, there's always that debate in my mind on whether I am brave enough to ask for a way of contact.

Unfortunately, nobody settles for the average. That's what I realized after going to different clubs for many wasted nights. It isn't just at clubs, it applies everywhere. A person has to be either on the extreme end of being close to the center of attention or all the way to the exit of a room to be deemed likeable. Perhaps the word is not likeable, but helps seeds curiosity for others to grow in wonder (a.k.a. being mysterious).

Unfortunately, yin - yang is true. With such a great white of the yin being the goodness of love, there's always the dark side of yang clinging close by hovering with all it's vices. For each good thing that can be said about love, there will be the reverse to it as well. With much care and protection, comes jealousy and doubt. With much sacrificial actions, comes more expectation and disappointment. Need I go on?

Unfortunately, there are many evil people in this world. Funny I mentioned many, whereas it should really be 'all'. I just need the minimum of ten bullets to make the world (at least my world), a slightly better place. Bang to bitches and bastards who know not the definition of secrets. Bang to fuck-holes who force their gravity on others. I'll bang each one of you motherfuckers down to the point of hell for you don't deserve life. Who am I to judge but you should have had seconds thoughts to the consequence of your actions.

Drum Troopers

They smack rhythmic beats worthy of moving asses. However, nothing appears as it could be in front of eyes showing beauty, expressing reality. Twice fell, thrice lifted. It's a coaster, rolling carts through swoops and swirls, dips and ducks. Knowing it all, thinking it true, yet truth be thought, nothing is known. Do not imagine and picture pictures of colorful intimacy when imagination ceases to exist in realities of utter darkness. Black cunning clouds of doom fucks the inner cores of left-over humanity. A stage, staging a stage. Prove desires of wanting being only. A dangerous word it can be; only. Jesus said we should put more priority to the things that comes out rather than the things which goes in the mouth. For whatever goes in, comes out - what comes out, stays out till it returns back in. Butterfly effect rings a bell? Do not swing the tongue like a loose dagger for injuries would then be inevitable. Think it through, feel it thoroughly, before words be let slipped and a heart gets broken. Aside to the long-pressed lefty written rant, see through double finely cut delicacies. A take two in a one take shot. Pause on hold for a chin down thought. When the loner plays her part, she would feel the tortures of forceful reminiscence. It's sad but nature is beyond our control, and so is death. Play what's paused, two for one for sharing be caring. Skip that, moments to be cherished.