Just started to write poems. :-
You fill the room with sweet sensation
distracting bits of information
crowd the space where logic dwells
distorting sights and sounds and smells...
Best Friends. A poem by Gabe Sytangco.
Best friends are family
They care for you
Stand for you
They share laughs
They share jokes
They share feelings
Depression is like a storm
It starts slow
Eating away at you slowly
Then it becomes stronger
Causing more damage
Then it stops
And you think your fine
Because it's getting...
Please do not copy my work. I just wanted to share this but don't want someone stealing it so it. Thank you. let me know what you think, let me know what you thought it was about...
So this is the end,
Absolution; paths parted,
Just 272 days,
From where we started.
Please bring me to a sense,
Of finality, accepting our days of paradise,
Your eyes should be crystal clear.
Crystal clear my lovely dear.
Clear from the filth they spew on you.
Clear as the fresh air after morning dew.
Your heart should not waver
As lightnings scan my body...
Oh baby, i got the perfect thrill
you are there for me
or i'm dreaming on....
is this erotic further more....
me hungry just for love...
I sometimes come across something and reading it makes me think, and I'll think to myself "I wish I had that power, to write something to make someone else think."
Read my poems
I took this picture like two weeks ago. I remember that afternoon was kinda windy,but the weather was just right. I took this picture in a waiting room of sicu = surgical...
I've always hated the former (it is of absolutely no comfort whatsoever & is a completely defeatist statement which only smothers hope...) until I found the latter...:)
"People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.
If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.
If you are...
There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping...
Lesson 1 RevengeOct 12,2014Oh how bitter sweet it is upon my lipsThat act which I condemned you of so many timesNow I must condemn myself as wellBefore I could not understand how...