Somedays Stories

This is kinda like a public diary. I'm just sharing random stuff that happen in my life as the days go by. Actually, I've been wondering what others think about my life. Maybe if there's someone who finds it as amusing and funny as I do (even if that might not be the case hehe) I am only doing this for fun so do not take ANYTHING seriously

this poem is about the guy who is love with the girl who is already broken and fed up with the love word

Poem

Poetry about two "friends" both want more but what shall?

Life, from my perspective.. Not like everyone has a bad life, or bad way of thinking. But, what and how to even start living the life given to us ? A simple breathing, sleeping, and eating won't cut it. First time I've touched this subject in my care-free, hastle free life..

Random Stories that come to mind. Proceed with caution into my imagination. I never said it had to make sense.

Teaming up with an old man with a long jaw and a great knack of philosophy is not that boring. It's teaming up with his behaviour that shakes the devil at his supper.

Some days..

One day, or maybe Someday?

These pages hold my words. my feelings. my everything.

Kahit ba ilang beses ka ng ma-reject at masaktan, mag mamahal ka pa rin ba? Aasa ka pa rin ba na isang araw merong para sayo ? Gugustuhin mo pa rin bang makilala ang taong magpapakita at magpaparamdam sayo ng tunay na kahulugan ng PAG-IBIG ? O hahayaan mo nalang ang lahat dahil pagod ka na ? Paano kung si Mr.Right na ang makatagpo mo , pero may inililihim siya sa iyo ? matatanggap mo ba ang buo niyang pagkatao o pag-ibig ang mangingibabaw sa puso mo.

A Lazy Sunday

These are some in depth poems I made! Enjoy!

What a lovely surprise to finally discover how unlonely being alone can be👣.......

Troubles of how I feel like writing on my novel on some days. Other days I rather do art or be lazy.

S O M E D A Y S. The thoughts are so bad, I don't even need the bottle for them to seep into my head. My teeth erupt into snow and crimson trying to stop them. They look like the old Japanese flag. S O M E D A Y S. The thoughts only come when my bottom lip is suctioned to the ravishingly green mouth of the bottle. Stupid move on my part. Or maybe it isn't. The bottle kissed me first. On those days, the bottle and its friends do the job of my teeth. Much more effectively. S O M E D A Y S. Nothing happens. S O M E D A Y S. Both happen. And the only option is to not have any options.

You and me

Feelings are like floods they come in all at one and you not knowing what to do. Well here I write them all away, not all are mine but what I feel when I look at a person. Find your peace in the words and let it all out. Relax and read there is more to come just ride the wave and wait it out.