You’ll survive

Out of ten people, you like one.

Out of a hundred people, you really like one.

Out of a thousand people, you want one.

Out of a million people, you need one.

Out of a billion people, you love one.

Out of all the people in the world, why did it have to be you?

Why, and I don’t know why, did I actually believe that you’ll be there?

Why have I believed you at all?

//

Eventually though, I’ll survive.

I always do.

psycho

Fire at will

They are everywhere.

The darkness surrounds you and smolders the air you so desperately need.

You don’t dare breathe.

For if you do, the darkness might come and take over you.

“You don’t need to hide from me.” says a voice from the darkness.

You think that it might actually be the dark talking to you.

“You don’t need to hide from me.” it says again.

You try to run, and run faster. There is nothing in sight because you can’t see and there is nothing you can feel except for yourself.

“You don’t need to run from me.” it begs as the voice grows louder with each meter you run.

You go for the other direction, ignoring the fact that you might be lost in the dark (but you already are).

“You don’t need to run nor to hide from me.” it says and you realize that it’s around you. It won’t let you escape.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” its voice is calm and it feels as if someone wants to listen.

“Everything.”

//

Because in the end, we have to give up somehow.

psycho

Nelipot

Walking the roads
All alone
I stand in vain
And walk in shame

The wind is cold
The dust is hot
My eyes are burning
My skin is shot

The blood is dripping
Like water to the sea
My knees are bleeding
The skin is tearing

I do not cry
And I walk forward
The road is wide
And the day is nigh

There’s dirt on my feet
And I’ve suffered the heat
My body is crying
And I’ve lost my loving

Chocolate bars
And candy cane jars
I’ve given too much to you
And my love, I still do

So long this road
And the pain that I feel
You’re a bullet to my head
And a banana to my peel

The skin to my scar
And the kiss to my cheek
The love to my heart
And the bare to my feet

I walk this road
Cold and alone
To you I seek
Salvation and home

//

Nelipot (n.); one who walks barefoot

It’s been a while since I last wrote a poem.

This goes out to you. I miss you. And that’s not all.

psycho

Great Disturbance

It’s something in the wind.

Something in the very air you breathe.

Something that is seen with every blink of your eyes.

A great disturbance is in the air.

Oh no..

You’re in love.

Again.

With….

stupidfictionalandsexypeoplethatdontexistintherealworld

//

Now where did I put my sanity again?

psycho

Old enough

You’re old enough to make your own decisions (but you want the world to decide for you).

So first things first, you want to become something successful; in order to be successful, you have to sacrifice your dreams of taking up a Fine Arts course. You might have had thoughts that dreams are going to get you far, but this is reality. Everything about reality is dangerously different from what you’ve dreamt of. So, anyways, you’ve chosen four different courses and two highly esteemed campuses of your goal school. You call it a goal school because it forces you to reach it, and maybe even surpass it.

So for your first choice, you chose the Manila campus, with a medicinal course and a communications course–namely Occupational Therapy and Organizational Communication. For one, those careers are relatively easy, have a pretty decent pay, and can be done abroad . Amazing right? Just think, you can even incorporate your theatrical skills in them! You might not be focused on using your dreams for your success, but you can use them to help yourself.

Your second choice, you chose the Diliman campus, because you’ve wanted to become something worth watching on TV. It’s not really for entertainment purposes, but something that shows your potential of becoming as great as Albert Einstein–except it’s not in Physics, it’s Biology. Molecular Biology (and Biotechnology) because you’ve always been fascinated with “nanobots” and internal cells of various bodies; you even want to create your own “superhuman cell formula”. How about Electrical and Communications Engineering, you’ve wanted to create gizmos and gadgets that are straight from the sci-fi universe, so why not? You’ve got bigger dreams, darling.

Your third choice would be one of the big four, this would be the school of the eagles. There’s only one campus, so if you’d make it there, you could make it to New York. The school offers things from your dreams, and it’s either Information Design or Theatre Arts or Creative Writing, because who knows.. You might as well do what you love and not feel like you’ve been forced to love it. Plus, the programs and workshops would make you feel nostalgic (a happy kind of nostalgic). Fine Arts has been your dream for the past five years, and the school is renowned for such masterful skill. So sure, you might given up that dream for the previous school but it might come true here.

The third one would be the school of the archers. Sure, you might not get the “new beginning” that you’ve always wanted, but at least it’s college. People change during college. So you choose Organization Communication and Advertising Management, because you’ve always wanted to make a crazy Coca-Cola commercial and a cutesy McDonalds short.

Dreams for success or success for dreams?

That’s that main gist of this post.

(This is also a note to all who are going to be my blockmates next year. Early Hello!)

What should I do?

psycho

Coconuts on ice

Mishka – Another Like You

It’s like eating iced coconuts during a sunset at the beach, alone.

You said, you said, you’d stay
Then you left on the very first train
Left me with nothing to say
Yeah, since you’ve gone I can’t explain.

It feels good, but frankly, very nostalgic.

psycho