NUMBER 17 -- LETTER FOR WHOEVER.

Dear WHOEVER,

I am tired of being misunderstood
I am left alone, so numb and cold
I am weary of watchful eyes
of their pretentions, denial, and lies
I am smiling but deep inside I'm torn
Too many bridges are being burned
I am only human and I make mistakes
But who are them to forsake?
I cannot please everybody and I'm not trying to
I just can't help but be blue
I try ti give laughters and dry my tears
I try to be strong and hide my fears
Nobody listens when I speak
My time runs out with every tick
I look in the mirror and see a kid
A kid who quietly cries and bleed
There's more to me than what they can see
They're just too narrow-minded to see the real me
But despite of all these dramas that I bear
Is a girl who'll stad up and will not care
I will smile and will not frown
For I will not let them bring me down

Love Lots, KIX

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June 19, 2009 | 9:42pm

xoxo

NUMBER 16 -- THE RIDDLE.

i wear a white uniform with dignity and pride
compassion and care are my guide
i carry a sline that can calm people
from the very sick to those who are able

patience i must have with me all the time
i must also have presence of mind
for the health of my patient's rely on me
so that they will be healed and be healthy

i alleviate the sick's suffering
be there until the last breath of the dying
i am there when a woman goes into labor
until she hears the first cry of her newborn

i stay at the bedside doing all the care
form environmental sanitation to ensuring fresh air
my duty is to protect my patient from harm
to keep a newbron baby safe and warm

i educate people to protect their health
because it's so much more than any wealth
i offer understanding to those who are mentally ill
therapeutic communication is my tool to make them well

i offer my shoulders to a distressed significant other
tell them the truth and never alter
be a helping hand to the physician
trying to save a life and doing everything i can

i can proudly say that my profession is noble
the hospital is my shrine and it is my temple
who am i, if you may ask?
I'M A NURSE, now that's a great task!

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June 20, 2009 | 10:29pm

postnote: i'm proud to be a nurse! :)

NUMBER 15 -- PRINCESS FURIOUS.

The cold is drizzling through my veins
I'm numb enough to feel any pain
Thoughts of rage fill my mind
Serenity I will never find

I was a lone with a broken heart
A broken heart that's drowned in fury
Everybody is afraid to take the part
Where forgiveness is so blurry

I walk with my heart caught on fire
With raging disbelief and anger overflowing
I hate to carry these emotional burden
But I just can't escape this feeling

It makes me sad that I am mad
But the again I remember the things that they did
All the words that are done and said
And my freedom from anger is far from being dead

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June 19, 2009 | 9:06pm

xoxo

NUMBER 14 -- BLOOD STORY.

the blood is pouring from her wrist

as she feels the pleasure and the bliss
the wound inside is more painful
than the cut she had created

she was screaming in dead silence
but no one seem to hear her plea
she's battling with loneliness and confusion
she can't think of any solution

the blood is dripping
it's trickling down the floor
she falls down singing
'i am lonely no more'

she talks to herself while smiling
but inside this girl is dying
the wounds will heal away
but the scars are there to stay


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june 20, 2009 | 10:34pm

postnote: i wrote this for all emos outthere who satisfy themselves by cutting their wrists. i guess that's the explanation on that certain behavior.

pps: i'm not one of them, just to be clear! ;)

xoxo

NUMBER 13 -- NOBODY.

Amidst these shouting crowd
is a nobody singing out loud
Standing straight staring at you
this nobody had nothing else to do

As the night goes deeperand the crowd goes hyper
This nobody is standing still
not knowing exactly what to feel

The you just began the jamming
And everybody just started rocking
Still, this nobodyr stares at you
hoping that you'd stare at her too

The world seemed to stop for a while
as you sing that song of her life
This nobody was just so happy
and this nobody was me

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postnote: i can't remember when exactly i wrote this but i know that this poem is for a special guitarist/vocalist i once got addicted to.

"ONCE" because i don't like them anymore.
wahahahaha.

xoxox

NUMBER 12 -- LITTLE MISS OBSESSIVE.

maybe i'm out of my mind
or maybe i'm just so blind
for loving someone like you
who doesn't even know

maybe i'm just crazy
for believing that you're my destiny
maybe i'm just a little addicted
addicted to the thought that you're mine

maybe i'm juts drowned in insanity
believing in my own little fantasy
that you are the one for me
and forgetting the whole reailty

maybe i lived in that dream
where "you and me" are a thing
maybe i'm just too obsessed
to the point i got depressed

maybe someday i'll wake up in this lie
and realize that you unreachable like the sky
maybe someday i can accept the bitter truth
that you're not mine and never will be

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yea, i know, SOBRANG CHEESY TALAGA!

heheh!

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8:42 pm | may 29, 2009

NUMBER 11 -- FAIRYTALE WITHOUT SENSE.

WARNING:

SOBRANG CHEEEESY!

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He is my knight without an armor
My Romeo in a basketball jersey
He is a cager with dignity and honor
But in my world, he's that guy who makes me happy

He is my groom in white leather suit
My star in the middle of the day
He is like my pain medication
He takes all my miseries away

He is the Prince Charming I always dreamt
The Edward Cullen that I love
I adore my hoopsman so much
Even though he doesn't know at all

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11:06pm | may 28, 2009

NUMBER 10 -- NOW SHOWING.

the show is on minus the curtain
the crowd's applause is waiting
the stage is the sky, the star is ready to fly

stole it in the speed of light
dribbled like thunder in the night
a pass to make it right
jump and take the flight

hnagtime moments are coming soon
sit back, relax, the show is on
last 2 minutes, the master shouts
bang to the hoop, and ovation was made
the show is done, thanks to skyrus

HE'S THE MAAANN!

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7:58pm | may 29, 2009