Overdose

Salted wine and powder pills
Bite and drunk in powder cocaine
Intoxicated and white nose sink in lips
Now hazed and bruised left brain
A powder pill so strong
That sinked pretty head, pushed out

A pretty little head anchored to the floor
Bruised and left over to a man left at the door
Favored was it and loved
Though a breaking point and end
Of a tattered idiotic nightmare
And yet naive enough and left no spare

She brushed in her good looks and heart
Thrown out the courage to bring forth
A treasured tattered chest to court
“Behold, the treasured red chest,
I have brought more in spite of the rest”
And so started the face of succulent despair

But the pretty little head obcure and devoured
A powder pill so strong in return of the chest
Pouring, sinking, drinking and inhaling
To which a powder play started in the making
Though crazy as it seem, in fair point
Its a movement of escape in the desolated land

So pour more and take as you pay
An escape from burnt land and core
A clouded judgement brought an end
To the realities and profanities
It started of as a glimpse, nor can you tend
The start of a weak and foul powder play

Bursting are the colors in the powder play
In an overdose of careful stutter
That became a stand of pointless chatter
Turning blissful powder, now a wretched head
And sink beneath your teeth
To hope and gain more to an overdose

 

Thought of the Day: I finished college, what now?

Stereotypical blog post as it seems, it can still relate to many millennials today. The thing with our generation today is most of us try to pursue our passion which is full of hope and dreams. You can either be a doctor, not just because you know that mommy and daddy told you to become one, but you believe in the value of becoming a savior of humanity and be able to do what you can in this life. Or a merely a ballerina in which you resonate the audience with your performance and be left in awe on how beautiful this artistry is.

Decisions. Something that we have to go to everyday. By just merely choosing the other brand of milk than your regular brand or deciding your child’s future school. What many do not say about making decisions is the process of it.

For most of us, we have been undoubtedly go through the same process of which we are all familiar with which is scrolling through Jobstreet and be able to apply for the job that suits your profession or your interest. For some, they take a wild vacation. They have, after all, have been studying half of their life and wish to go on adventure and truly find themselves in the process.

Yet none of us really know what we are stepping to. There are the lucky ones who enable themselves and pursue the dreams they wish and attend to the goals they have in their head. And there are others, who glorify in their soul searching and find the beauty of reinventing themselves for a better future, no matter how much or how long it takes, they wish to understand what is foremost essential to acquiring a desired life and profession. And for some, they believe in the laid back life in which they will eventually find themselves rolling through and goes with the flow of life. But then again, we question ourselves. We question if this is the path that we wish to take. We question if this is the path that would best suit our needs. We question if this path is practical. We question if this passion can progress into something beautiful.

And my dear friends, I understand. I understand that undoubtedly we are terrified of what we are choosing and we are terrified of the opportunities that we are missing. It is an unending cycle of discontent, exploration, or indecisiveness.

But then again, we are young. Our lives doesn’t have to be defined on the decisions we make today and the decisions we make tomorrow. And many of you might have every possibility to have more responsibilities than others (i.e. a child, a family to feed, etc.) but don’t ever stop there:

(1)Let us take risks because there is nothing more exciting than to find yourself in a place totally different from yours or a place that blows your mind. Don’t just do what your parents believe is good for your future, do something that also ignites your soul and passion.

(2) Then if you do not know what you are suppose to do yet, that’s fine. God’s timing is perfect and wait for the opening that he has given you. Again, you are young not many know what they are supposed to do or destined for.

(3) And if you do know what you are supposed to do, strive and don’t give up. Always put yourself into a group or an aura of positivism. Push your mentality to strive and do more for your dreams even after you got the job or achieved that goal. Remember, a man that never stops will be able to push through any obstacles.

 (4) But lastly, never stop growing. Please, please do this even if you are lost and still searching. Grow so that you can be able to be of use not only to the people around you but you also believe that you are growing into the man or woman you envision yourself. Grow so that you will leave no regrets behind as you push further in life. There will be obstacles and it will take time but pleas never stop growing.

An Open Letter to The Man I was Suppose to Marry

I have made my mistakes. I have made my woes. I have done all I could and yet I was the one who gave up because I was afraid of being stuck and afraid of losing things. I was
lost, nothing more. And I wanted you to be there with me through it all.

All you ever did was love me. And although, you do have your fair share of mistakes, I admired you for your outlook in life. I admired your kindness and humbleness. I admired your patience and ability to make me laugh at any circumstance. But most of all, I admired you for your heart and your passion.

I know my mistakes but was I wrong to dream? To dream for us and escape a world that I loathe. But never did I erase you from that dream. And then all of the sudden, we spun into a cycle of nonsense and arrogant fights. And then everything else crumbled there.

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People ask me if I still love you. My answer would always be “I can’t imagine a day that I didn’t”. We had our difficult days yet I fought because you were dear to me. Yet I was the one who left you still  because I was afraid of everything. I doubted your love for me and I doubted my own loyalty. We were having difficulties staying in the same path with each other because we both knew what we wanted and the most logical sense was to move on and make a mark on our own. Because a human heart is fickle after all and you can always find a man or woman while pacing to the path you are suppose to walk on.

But God knows how much I wanted to be in the same path as you.

God knows how much I want to hold on and be with you no matter what.

God knows how much I admire you as a man and you are perfect in my eyes.

I still love you, I do. And I know you will always have that hold on me.

But I am scared that we might not grow to reach our full potential and neither of us will be happy in the end.

I wish you were enough for my ambition. I wish we have the same path. I wish we didn’t have to go through this. I wish that ideology of “Love conquers all” applies to us.

But I guess thats what you are all going to be right now.

A wish.

One Day

One day, I will no longer see a milestone

I will no longer feel a dead burn

And no longer will it be a start of a fight

And yet a farewell to you in far sight

One day, it will end an it is no more

One day, the sun will rise again and so will I

And the start of an early morning fresh

Started in me as a glorious march

To a freedom I know that will always last

Beyond a breaking point in the past

There will be no more, one day

No more tears shed on the corner

No more isolated bewilderment

And the cautious call of now, a foreigner

Cause one day, you will just be a you

That estranged feelings will be buried

In a glass case to call memories

And no longer will it carry

A burden of chaotic stories

And glorious adventures

One day, a new page will be written

Written with a blissful path

So painstakingly desired for so long

Although there might be periods at the end

I know there is no more you in the end

Thought of the Day: Mediocrity and Lost

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Eventually you get stuck in a rot in your everyday life.And then you realize how pathetic your life can be. We wish that we could be something else or someone else. We idolize fiction and other glamorous life cause mediocrity is a norm in the society. We fantasize about what every writer ambitions for the character to play and how the setting of a situation consumes a character to a perspective he/ she cannot resist. The reality of the situation is that we sink in to this fantasized or glamorized dramatic lifestyles because the norm bores us.Yet even though we could do better with ourselves and make our time worth it, we continue to spin on and on in this web of lies we walk on everyday.

Humanity has the intelligence but the ignorance to do what is expected of them. There is a mindset of controlling ones own life that all of us are in control what…

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