Discreet Confessions

I often wonder what my life be like

If I hadn’t destroyed that innocent life

I do deserve this sad, pointless state

For you didn’t even have a choice to make

 

Now I bare the sins I made

So distant my selfish dreams at stake

Finding luck is too far away

I had chances, but there’s still a debt to pay.

 

Sores Excrete

Ruin, I evade to seek

cannot bare my sores excrete

I labor this goal of mine

my dreams so far behind.

Uncertain Pigment

This page has gone dormant
Searching uncertain pigment
An absolute insanity
Seeking for my reality…

I’ve been busy and aching to find a job..  Now on my third week (in a foreign land), still nothing. I think karma is punishing me for me sins.  I pray that as soon as possible I would have a decent job that I’ll be happy with. GOD PLEASE I NEED THIS!

Disguised Courage

Walk into a room with  head held high

Petty dialogues until the mind runs dry

In seclusion rest the truth harshly

Disguised courage I see through me.

Decade Late

I never talk about my relationships here

Someone specific might see, I fear

You see, we’re close to a decade

And back to strangers we seem to fade

I hate the way he has become with me
And only with me

The ugly snaps and hurtful words
he says it only to me.

Yet soft tones and friendly smiles he gives away even to passers by

I have long pondered to free me

For thoughts once acted are too heavy.

Toughest Place

Two weeks ago, my boyfriend recommended me to watch this BBC documentary, Toughest Place to be a Bus Driver.  He is an editor in one of the local news channel in our city so he was saying that the output was so well done and found out that it was all shot by one camera man.  It’s pretty remarkable work but setting aside the creative technicalities of the video, a London bus driver Josh West  came to the Philippines to try to drive a bus but to his surprise he got to drive something different. The film also introduces the audience to the disappointingly sad realities of  poor Filipinos.  It’s the first time I cried on watching a documentary.

I won’t spoil the film so I won’t say much.  It’s worth your 60 minutes.

Infested Role

i feel the need to write in puzzles

not divulging my soloist huddles

perplexed passiveness infested role

infecting, neglecting an injured soul.