Despacito – Luis Fonsi ft. Daddy Yankee
At some point in life, I’d love to look back and say, “I wouldn’t change anything…“
… and that’d be ridiculously awesome!
Oxymoron
Comments closedA boy's journey through words and the mixtapes. I write every Thursday.
At some point in life, I’d love to look back and say, “I wouldn’t change anything…“
… and that’d be ridiculously awesome!
Oxymoron
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Comments closedHe cheated on me and left.
He dissed me for someone else, gifted me tears, had me in pain; the taste of likes I had not known before.
These hands won’t write until yesterday for my heart had been so broken like billion beautiful stars in the galaxies.
These same hands today filled my bones with hope, stitched my soul with threads of love, although this time, once and for all.
Pains have no destiny ahead but subject to subdue, subside.
Pain gave me the beauty, the beautiful me, the one I could’ve otherwise never seen, never ever, ever been.
Heartbreaks.
💔
Heart breaks for the best.
Heart breaks for the best.
Comments closedFor you, I burnt my soul. That’s something I’ll never forget.
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They’ll put a label on you.
They’ll say anything, they’ll write whatever, they’ll feel however they want to, about you, without fully comprehending your naked story.
Mostly, they’ll ignore you if they want to and sometimes talk to you if they feel like doing out of the mood.
They’ll make you feel terrible, feel inadequate, feel inferior, feel unworthy, feel as if you’re a living, sitting, walking mistake, the misfit.
They treat you as if you are always an option, they behold, befriend you as if they’re doing a favor.
You see, there is no warmth for you in their eyes, no sense of respect and compassion, no nothing.
To them, you’re like a coke bottle — they’ll use you, they’ll soon get rid of you after they’re done draining you.
They judge, juggle, jam you.
Comments closedYou are one decision short from the eternal adventure and everlasting surprises and ever-present miracles. Endure.
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Although we were studying in different high schools around the capital.
More often, we use to bump into each other in the same bus on our way to the college.
(actually not bump by accident because I made sure she arrived before I board my favorite morning commute)
Truth of the matter, she was the only one I waited for, in that cramped up, noisy station. And for that reason, I didn’t even care if the college’s most feared ‘The Mountain’ alike, so-called Disciplinary Incharge (DI) play Game-of-Thrones on me for my poor arrival record.
Poor him, how would he know?
It’s silly but I still remember those treasured memories like if it happened just yesterday.
Days, she looked all plain, simple of all her loud friends. Different. Gracefully shy. Polite. Didn’t talk much. Moreover, I liked how she never saw me.
Sure, she was very, very beautiful.
Sure she was, way-out-of-my-league, if you know what I mean.
But, anyway I had fallen in love with her from the distance.
Those were my ‘Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close‘ moments.
Credits to her, I never missed any of my morning lectures.
Credits to her, I never realized how quickly my high-school year was nearing to the brink of an end.
Only, in that moment, I knew in my head that if I didn’t get my shit together and try to somehow say, how I genuinely feel about her, to THE real HER, surely I was going to regret it easily for the lifetime.
Amid hours and days of failed mirror auditions, finally on August the 16th, I did open my heart.
Today, it has been 12 years and 192 days since we got married.
❤️
End lesson
“Know, dare, will, forbear”
You can wail, you can cry.
You beat the sun out of your chest, you spill rivers and desert of pain and sweat.
Oh! You can try, I bet you can try to disgust him.
Oh! you can swear, you can throw him into the trash grave but he doesn’t care.
You can pretend peace of mind this moment.
Sure, you can only wish if he’ll regret, repent and show up once again begging, banging at your doorstep.
You can pretense you love someone else other than him this moment.
Sure, you can only dream if he’ll regret but he doesn’t care.
Because with all honesty, you lied first, you choked first. Yes, you killed him first.
You said you were confused for him because you were way high on other many probabilities and maths of permutated love game.
Oh! He only made your road easy, didn’t he?
Oh! devil, he left silently, he understandably ended it all, didn’t he?
Believe me, when I say he ain’t returning back.
Believe me, he is a light darling, who’s never, ever, ever coming back once asteroids like yourself lose it, rejects it.
He’s an invisible wave who has already left you light and light years away.
He doesn’t care.
“Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences.” – Sylvia Plath
Comments closedYou left early. You told me to wait for you until you return with food.
But today, the weather was too perfect to miss my flight practice ma’ma.
I didn’t look anywhere. I couldn’t wait.
My heart was full and singing. So, I jumped from our small, humble home right away.
Fear didn’t really move me, I was flying like the feeling of you.
The wind was all mine. The view from the top never this beautiful.
I was just enjoying my first independence off of the ground ma’ma, and that without you beside me.
But I could also hear my wings make loud whistles of true freedom, the freedom of me.
But they shot me with the painful bullet ma’ma.
The sound of it passed through my stomach and I fell with an unbearable agony — fell with the dread of death, fell with the thought of you. Please! forgive me ma’ma.
I love you.
I will forever love you.
Please, don’t’ look for me ma’ma.
They shot me like they don’t feel anything.
They!
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