The electric current is cut off. (Four
hours of darkness, two hours of...
When I gaze upon a summery shade of sorrow
wilted dreams within my acoustic tears...
We seem like capital cities apart...
Everyone seems to be moving on...
Sitting across each other
on the jeepney...
At the ninth hour I first did see thee th're,
something inside mine own soul wast did stir...
A voice that cries and wings that wildly beat,
You cannot hope to know until you try...
I lay there looking up. The ceiling is white,
peeling paint; showing a crack (or two...
You're like everyone else.
you get fooled by good words...
A pen wobbles
at the edge of a wooden desk...
Hell exists, though you don't see
it in a book or on tv...
The next time you're blocked,
it's in all facets of life...
Why am I always the first to make contact?
Why do I care what people think...