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Name: Archaic
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Interests: loittering unendlessly to the mundane life that we must partake and giving way to make it become extraordinary
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Monday, November 02, 2009

Standing Steel Part2

To become strong, what does it takes to become strong. Is it to endure so much pain that to become numb? Is it to be so reckless that pain becomes ecstasy? Is it becoming apathetic that pain is just another feeling to be ignored? I think slowly towards another day trying to realize what it means to be strong. But as I close my eyes to visualize the answer, it comes not in a form of a weapon, but of a person, a maiden, whom I am so in love with. I speak not her name, yet she knows that she has my heart. She holds my heart so tender, knowing that it is still aching, sobbing and in grave agony. I miss her dearly even if we are only apart for days, it seems longer that such. Her embrace gives me warmth in the dark cold night and the uncaring world that I sometimes must travel.


Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Standing Steel Part1

Another bullet shred another piece of my skin, but only a smirk can be the effect at the back of my head. Everything is what I have imagined it would be. This is the battle zone inside my head, the war is always waged every time I close my eyes. The sad thing is that my inner self is so used to it, that when I look at the mirror and see his face, I'd be more surprise in him yawning than having some bruise of this and that. I feel that he has only two types of clothes to wear. An all terrain battle gear for all of my battles and a formal suit for all the formal occasion that I have to put a mask on. His face is like mine, but it is almost always passive. With all the part of him lost and all the men he lost, it can't be help. It can't be helped but to be stronger but not becoming numb


Monday, October 26, 2009

The path I take

I slowly close my eyes as I take one step forward. The rain did stop. I made it go, go away, but the cost it took I wished it wouldn't have to be that high. Somehow, I am here, I am not cold, I found warmth in her embrace, but then again, it seems that I left behind a friend or two. They assure me, it would only be awhile, that when all the anger has faded, that when all of the jealousy has subsided, things will go back to what it was. But I knew better, I just didn't told them. The pessimism would only be the reason, they might say. But I have a good feeling and I guess I have some experience, that things like this will be longer than they say it is.I open my eyes again, leaving behind what I left. I heard her voice , it seems it all that I ever want to hear. I pray it is all worth it, but deep inside, I knew it is true she is. This is the path I take, maybe someday, when are already together again, the suspicion will stop and the trust that I did not intentionally tainted will be pure and given to me. Someday, things will be okay, things will change, but things will be okay again.


Saturday, October 17, 2009

Aiming High


It must have been part of the plan
or the delusion that twirls around
the mind with such ambition
twisting reality with imagination

Upon the clouds of dream and dread
and the rain of sorrow and regret
The sun of success and the best
shines forth like a hope to bet

Mere mortals become ageless
upon deeds beyond the years
New generations aspire of such
while some give step up the match

Here and now is my generation's turn
able to choose between build or burn
Some goes on frustrated with heavy sigh
Take courage my friend, go on aiming high



Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Raging fire

Anger engulfs me right this moment and at the slightest provocation the fire that I so much try to quench will rage on and spread like wildfire. Sometimes it seems that it is beyond my control but every time it is within my reach. It burst out and goes on a rampage. I fear that someday I too will be burned to a crisp and each time my rage goes out of control the more it becomes more powerful than I could handle. I want to be alone but I need somebody who can understand while I go through this stage of me that is still maturing up. I have so many worries, doubts and fears that I become overwhelmed so easily nowadays. Whispers becomes shouts inside my head and I feel like someone balancing so many things in a high-wire act. But that is not even enough, I need to wear a mask while doing so. Every one is an audience, commentator and a critic waiting for me to make a wrong move. I hate the spotlight, I hate the shouts of boo's in my ear. All I want is silence and peace.I wish I could get it anytime sooner. Cause if not, I can only brace for the worst



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