Afternoon thoughts

Its 1 pm,
my mind is flying
I know I'm lying

when I said,

you're nothing
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Mind of a Nega

Mind of a Nega

I want to…. nevermind

 

Do you ever feel the feeling when you want to do something but you can’t because you are afraid? afraid of the judgement that people will give to you or let’s say criticism If yes, you’re not alone.

I also feel the same way, Many said that  I have this kind of strong personality “ang liit-liit mo ang tapang-tapang mo.” “kababaeng tao parang lalaki ugali.” etc. Those are some words that I received to every people I’d encounter. But they don’t know all the things that they said to me was not true.

Before I do something I think of it three (3) times because I am afraid to commit mistakes I am afraid to be judge by everybody. I always think the worst thing so I will not get hurt If it’s happened.

No, being a negative thinker or a pessimist was not easy and never be easy.

Free Fall

Free Fall

I am at the cliff

And in the verge of jumping

And then,

I saw his smile

And now

I'm Falling

I wrote this poem while I’m at the verge of breaking down, I feel so weak that I don’t know how to fight those struggles I’m facing that time. It’s kinda funny because I wrote a poem about love during my weakest point of my life.

P.s I’m broken hearted lol

The picture was not mine

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HOME

“It takes hands to build a house but only hearts can build a home”- anonymous

They said that “there’s no place like home.” its a very cliche saying but its still confusing and bothering me.

This past few weeks, we always have this kind of early dismissal and as a senior high student it’s a good way to recover some good sleep because being a senior high student is not easy you’re so lucky if you can sleep for 5 hours. Despite of those sleepless nights because of some paper works I still choose to not go home early and take some sleep even though my body is screaming for a 24 hour rest. I don’t know but there’s a part of me that don’t want to go home. Anyway, Who wants to go home if you can’t call it a home anymore?