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Classes are Now Suspended
"Classes are Now Suspended"
Today I wanted to kiss the person beside me inside the bus. It did not matter that I barely knew the person, and that he was a boy. I want to say "I love you" to the next person who greets me. I want to give hugs and kisses for free. I want to bathe in the rain, come home to dry myself, and pretend my jacket was you. The jacket that I wear almost everyday, I'll name it after you. I'll call my guitar by your second name, and play Wonderful Tonight tonight. I want to call my piano by your third name. My fondest dream is to play Chopin's Etude with you. I've kept three pictures of you: relaxed, happy and radiant. The rain reminds me of Seven Mile Fragrance, which is the only thing I have from you.
So I say to the rain: I love you. I love you. I love you.
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Re: (no subject)
In the crowd I am invisible
and you're so in demand
Everybody wants you
and I do, too
So I'll hide you in this suitcase
take you to my workplace
Every day...
I'll let you watch me fall apart
Your smile, partly hidden, partly overlooked
Your make up doesn't do justice to your lips
And for a moment ... I hate you
How fickle minded I am
So I'll stay away from this place
where I can't be seen
Anyway...
you won't ever notice me
I have nothing more to give, so
take my excuses.
They will never understand
what you mean to me
(You probably don't get it either)
You're just another
reason to die
But you are also my friend
One who won't let my tears dry
Who won't let me be untrue
and for that I must
thank you.
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The Dove that Soared
The Dove that Soared
(as the chorus swelled to a crescendo)
We march to the beat of their drums
when all I wanna do is run away
These careful steps over the two-inch
Resistance is futile
Impossible to escape
They say we need to focus
but try to fill us with concerns
They say we are limitless
but try to fit us in a box
Drowned out melodies
Incomprehensible
And soon,
even the beat is lost
How do we live with this dilemma?
Infinity is the escape velocity.
So make her a pair of wings
and let her defy gravity
Above all the distractions,
she makes my heart sing.
These careful steps along the thin line
Escape is futile
Impossible to resist
The dove soars above us
The warm glow surrounds us
She wraps her arms around me
and I am safe for she is Love
She is admirable in uniform
Inspiring in her roles
but most beautiful in her freedom
completely
universally
infinitely
beautiful.
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... and so it starts and ends, in the Key of D.
Re.volution.
In every era
brothers and sisters
fighting for a cause
Re.solution.
An end of an era
fathers and mothers
accept their defeat
Lather.
Rinse.
and.
Re.peat.
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Literature
To be a fool again
"Purpose" and "meaning" losing all their significance
This book with only photographs of a past life
because the present one is unbearable
What does it mean to be here?
What does it mean to be now?
Cruel justice
and artistic angles
    Enforce the law now
taking control
          A dangerous look,
yet you smile
    Kill this sinner now
         with innocent eyes
Foolishly laughing
    Embrace this emptiness
foolishly crying
    and call it yours
foolishly knowing
    and like a grown adult
For I am your sins
    I learn to be lost
and you are my salvation
Are you confused?
Surely you are here
Surely I am now
Or is it just an illusion?
You're the other side of me
Your face was all the recognition I needed
I long to be with you again
and this wish will never be forgiven
my wish can never be forgiven
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Stock Characters in an All-Female Setting
Morning Nightingale
sang until her final breath
(but) nobody listened
The Princess Charming
just a damsel in distress
with no one to save (her)
The Godless Priestess
conducting the funeral
while she's dying too
(and so are you)
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Literature
Kulasa
"Kulasa" Tagalog version
Parang awa mo na, 'wag kang
maaawa sa akin
kapag nakita mo akong umiyak
Hindi mo lang alam, ang luha ko
ay dahil sa iyo
kaibigan kong mahal
'Wag kang mag-alala, AYOS lang ako
dahil "sa puso ko,
nag-iisa lang kayo"
kaya,
Parang awa mo na, sana lang
ipakita mo sa akin
kung papaano
sa iyo,
ang lahat ng ito ay papurihan
English translation
I beg of you to listen, but don't
take pity on me
when you see me weep
For you don't know, these tears
I cry for you
my dearest friends
Don't you worry, I am FINE
for "in my heart,
there is only one"
so,
I beg of you, please
let me see
just how
in you,
all things may be glorified
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Literature
Ode to Grace
You greeted me with a smile in the hallway
Friendly though I'm practically a stranger
Someone so pure must surely be
The goddess’ messenger
No man would dare hurt you
Only a boy would try
and though he can wound, though he may hurt,
your heart will not be scarred forever
Heaven is on your side, so don't be afraid
of anything or anyone
Of your beauty, what can I say?
I should be content to hear you sing.
To see you smile and laugh.
I may die in peace just knowing you exist.
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Literature
Keepers of Pandora's Boxes
Stay close, stay closed
Nobody needs to know
Who we are and what we hold

Isn't it strange?
A strange karma indeed
We need to suppress ourselves
In order to live
Fix the barrier around us
Keep the lock at a safe distance
And stay away from the key
The voices said, don't reveal your strengths
Stay closed, closed,
Closed until the revolution comes
Then your power will be needed in the world
Be patient, patient,
Patient, and that time will come
Your time will come...
But I grew tired of pretending
And I grew impatient
I want to be free, I said,
I want to be me.
I ran from the barrier
And away from the lock
Until the key found me
And stabbed me in the heart
The key said, show me your strength
Show me, show me,
Show me what you can do
If that is all that you are capable of,
Then you are worthless, worthless,
Worthless, and I don't want you
Nobody wants you...
Isn't it strange?
A strange karma indeed
We need to suppress ourselves
In order to live
Farewell, my dear partner
I've made a h
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exclamation point
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  • Listening to: The Corrs
  • Watching: How I Met Your Mother
  • Eating: rice and various viands
  • Drinking: medicine and various supplements
It's been four days now of total emptiness. It's not even loneliness or depression, just staring at a black hole, feeling nothing.

If anything, I'm slightly annoyed at my lack of emotions. Some people would think having no feelings would be useful, they're probably right, but it erases all enjoyment from life. I don't even enjoy food. I eat for nutritional value, and so I can drink my meds safely. I got sick last weekend, but nothing serious. No, my big problem isn't physical or even mental. It's much deeper, on the emotional and spiritual side of things. Unless I caught some new strain of flu that hacks into the brain, or something.

I've been googling "emptiness" and related phrases and was terribly disappointed. It's always tied with depression, suicide, and some (far more serious) psychiatric disorder where the only advice is to seek professional help and drink psych meds. Considering that the ones making those websites are pros too, it seems my condition is still largely unknown to the medical community.

Being depressed or hating yourself is NOT emptiness. At least not emptiness as I experience it. Depression and sadness and anger are things, they are emotions and as such, have power that can be turned around. But what about un-feeling, or having feelings at such a weak level that nothing matters? Maybe I need to get hurt, to be hit with something so bad as to fire off so many neurons that even emotions are activated. But I can't ask someone to give me such a treatment without seeming either a masochist or a hopeless case.

Maybe I am a hopeless case...

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diablong-buang
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Philippines
Hello! :)

I like art, but not as much as I like music and literature.
I write poetry and flash fiction; not much lately, but there are some works in progress. I also do traditional art in oil pastel and acrylic paint.

Kind of a hermit right now. Feel free to comment or send a note. I don't bite people.
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Sphyrnax Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2016   Digital Artist
Thank you so much for the watch! ;u; I truly appreciate it and I hope you can continue to enjoy my work! :heart: :heart: :heart: :hug:
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MrParaduo Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the fave. :worship:
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diablong-buang Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Well, that was quick. O.O
It's nice to read your works again after all this time. :D
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MrParaduo Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
:D
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silentesident0 Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2012
I saw your post in the forums and...

I remember you! I'm not sure what my username was a few years ago though.

I'm not sure if you'll remember me, but my name is Ashleigh.
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diablong-buang Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Ash? Oh wow I lost your email and I thought I'd never see you again... :hug:
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silentesident0 Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2012
<3
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10megaman Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2012
Heya. 'Tis 10MM, also known as Umarekawari Kagami to you.
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diablong-buang Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Yo Ten-chan. :)
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10megaman Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2012
How goes it?
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