A.R. GIOVANNEUX

"here's for your ego" 
          @cryliescentmoon 
          
          your hatred doesn't drag me down, 
          it motivates me to move forward 
          because like have we ever met for you to hate me—hate me with jealousy 
          jealous of my DNA, you can copy 
          but you never be the original. 
          
          your ai detector can't detect originality 
          originality is in my veins 
          if you don't caught my attention, 
          you're not worth of it—only the best, limited edition, has my respect and trust 
          can get it like luxury. 
          
          have we ever met? 
          have we ever met? 
          if you have my number then you can hate me.

ano to kalayaan
          o parusa ng impyerno? 
          paano uusad ang ating paraiso
          parang sinanla sa mga taong bulag 
          na sinabihan tama ang takbo, 
          e ano ba yan?! 
          
          kung ang mga pangako ay inabuso 
          tunay ba talaga o para sa pera o kaya sa ekonomiya? 
          
          paano magtiwala sa kapwa kung 
          sila naman ang magnanakaw ng 
          kalayaan ng lahat dahil binili
          porket mayaman, porket malakas ang kapangyarihan nila.
          
          bulag sa kasikatan 
          kabulukan mong isipan, tayo'y guguho ng sabay-sabay sa madugong rebolusyon. 
          mga taksil sila'y magbibintang sa kanilang katotohanan gawa lamang ng kathang isip para tayo'y magdudusa habang buhay! 
          

hindi kita babalikan 
          kahit isang segundo lang 
          na hinahanap ka ng puso ko. 
          
          paano ba naman kasi ang laki ng epekto mo sa buhay ko? 
          akala ikaw na pero di pa pala 
          dahil sa pag-ibig mo ako ay parang tanga 
          
          parang laruan lang anong meron tayong dalawa. 
          kaya ako'y huminto sa paglalakad 
          o paglalapit sayo, 
          wala na, pahimakas sa relasyong na walang silbi kundi luhang na bumuhos na parang bagyo gumuho sa aking mundo. 
          

sa ilalim ng aking puso 
          
          sa ilalim ng lupa, ako'y natanim sa mabatong paligid 
          hirap mabunga, hirap mabuhay pero ayos lang 
          ako'y tutuloy dahil sa kundiman ng Panginoon.
          
          sa ilalim ng lupa, ako'y natanim sa tuyong paligid 
          hirap mabunga, mahirap mabuhay sa buhay man ito 
          walang daloy ng kanyang salita,
          kung ano man nabunga ang aking puso na naging tuyo sa paniniwala sa iyong salita. 
          
          sa ilalim ng lupa, ako'y natanim sa iyong pagmamahal 
          hindi mahirap mabunga, mahirap ang buhay
          dahil sa pagtutukso ng aking paligid 
          pero ako ay isang sundalo sa pag-ibig ng Panginoon at sa bigkis ng kanyang pangako at gabay.

What color were the stars to begin with?
          Who told the world that they were yellow glitters in the sky?
          But what if it's colourless?
          
          If stars were colourless and we assume it has one, 
          are we colourblind if we say our life is like a star?
          
          The world is just a empty canvas,
          ready to be painted by an imaginative soul,
          by your thoughts and feelings 
          then I guess that's how the stars and beyond, 
          sky and land become so colourful, because you're a colorful and bright lights along the darkness. 
          
          — kitzie

If this is my last life, I thank you for being a part of it. Bound with gratitude and love, it is a blessing to live with you in this life. 
          
          And if it wasn't my last, I'm still thankful and hope we would meet again in another. 
          
          

sorry but I can't hold onto my feelings for you, it's not strong enough to hold onto anymore. 
          I used to fight for us but I don't think I couldn't keep this up with you. 
          My love is dead and my patience is wearing thin down the line. 
          I've lost interest in you, I don't think we could run the world together anymore 
          
          bakit ko ba pipilitin kung hindi na talaga kaya na mahalin ka?
          
          

In a whispering echo dawns the phantom heart by the breezing secrets of the wind as the rain drenched the sun's beaming light into a complete abyss. 
          
          How can I see myself in a foreign surrounding?
          A place once upon a home 
          now gone forevermore. 
          

"Stuck in the Black Cauldron" 
          
          
          No escape in sight 
          The walls hug in tighter 
          Coldness envelops around.
          
          I saw a star blazing 
          burning and relentless
          Stumble into a crack 
          Struggling to break free 
          but there's only nowhere.
          
          Fear contains my heart 
          Trapped by a cruel fate, 
          Seeking freedom and light.

Greetings, everyone!