he’s not coming home
remember that kid you used to make hot coco for?
that kid you claimed greatness upon?
well he’s gone now actually, dead
don’t cry for him though
cause i don’t need your pity
i hate your pity
To Forget, To Remember
This poem would be featured on http://soundcloud.com/ashkeachumYep! I’m releasing a 3-track demo on Friday the 13th (tomorrow) and ALL TRACKS WOULD BE UP FOR DOWNLOAD! Come check it out!! c:
Stuck in a place that we called home
Never got to find what went wrong
Some things remain in a room of no light
To shine just like the smiles we tried
To forget, to remember
If I left, would it be over
Everybody asks if words we say would last
Some people try, maybe they’d regret
To never have felt them again
From dark to light, these decisions
Affected dreams and inhibitions
With eyes shut tight
I know I’m just a kid
I have nothing on me well at least nothing of value
I know I’m stupid
Pretty empty up here or so you would think
I know I’m nobody
Who knows me? Who gives a damn?
If I had all what I didn’t have
All the wrong things you claim taken away?
I’d make a goddamn change to this world
But as of now I know I’m just a kid waiting for it
don’t ask me because i have godlike expectations
i’d want you to cure aids cancer and std in every nation
i’d ask you to buy me breakfast lunch and dinner
don’t forget the daily dessert from january to december
i know i’m selfish yes i am don’t tell me that i’m not
i am a naive and foolish boy not even worth a shot
so don’t go asking any favors from me
cause disappointment you will surely see
not for amazons and die hard feminists
Walked home today and I overheard what seemed to me a soap opera on the television.
woman: your boyfriend wants me (shrieking to an obvious couple)
Moral of the story: Use punctuation even in verbal instances.
But according to women they hate their periods. This is why to me they are question marks.
Made purely for humor.
babae lalake babae lalake
babae babae babae mababa eh
lalake lalake lalake ang lalaki
sadyang mas matankad ang lalake
kaysa sa mga babae
ngunit ang mga babae
sadyang masmabango sa lalake
kung ako ang papapiliin lalake o babae
masgugustohin kong katabi ang babae
kasi naman ako’y lalake
yurup is a place
imagine that everything would be according to everyone’s liking
a kind of world where people are content and happy
hunger, thirst, and suffering are non-existent
isn’t it such a wonderful place?
now we all know that this could not be
it’s pretty foolish to think such a thing could exist
pretty sad, but then one should smile
because no one can hinder imagination
about a little to the right
was a girl under a light
there was nothing special about her
not that i could remember
but somehow my eyes are drawn
to her obvious direction
is this because i have no taste?
or is my attraction in such a haste?
this has often boggled my mind
i fear an answer i’ll never find
*this goes to the girl in one of my classes i catch myself looking at often