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...
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) man:…dead period 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 -SandyMorning_ *this goes to the girl in one of my classes i catch myself...
A Station Too Early
So I gripped my chest cause I felt like choking When the news of a thousand fleets of sadness made its headline Anxious to see if he made it or not, I kept my head down Closed my eyes and hoped for the best at that time seemed like the best thing The passenger had to leave the bus a station too early Unregrettably, he never did lack the light that shone all over his loved ones With that, I keep...
I grew up thinking that the void would be filled again And that these words will never be taken for granted I seem to have skipped some lines as you always said to read between them For they’re the same lines in which I stumble upon in my speeches All the signs you gave me, I sent out to different isles In glass bottles shut tight and set out to sea But they never did leave my memory, oh...
Let tomorrow do the talking
looking over orange horizons our limbs touch there is instant fascination a slipping word cuts between your velvet lips a somewhat stinging numbing sensation keep me close, let’s walk over oceans and seas we can stop when the night casts itself around the sky let tomorrow do the talking let tomorrow do the talking
i wake up daily whilst thinking mornings never outdo you cause with a smile like that warmer than sunshine oh you make my heart melt wrote to some pretty little things a little cheesy you might say we call it creativity mozarella cheddar parmesan never a four cheese pizza baby