10/4/2016 I loved alone

I loved alone
I was left alone

What should I do about this
This love thing
That gives me nothing but loneliness

I tried to love you
With my all
With my own distant way of loving

I hoped it would be enough
It wasn’t

I loved you
With my all—
But in the end, I was all alone


9/11/2016 You’re too cruel

You’re too cruel
I wish you’d just tell me
That you’ve grown to hate me
That I’m no longer worth your time
That I’d have to live without you
From now on
Instead of the sleepless nights I spend
Trying to figure out what I did
Trying to remember where things went wrong
Trying to understand why you left
Without a word

You’re too cruel
How can you disappear
Without any goodbye?

You’re too cruel
How can you leave me
Looking at the places we’ve been
Remembering the things we’ve seen
Listening to the songs we’ve loved
With an ever-growing hole inside

You’re too cruel
Aren’t you going to say goodbye?

I’m fine 5/28/2016

​You’re all messed up inside,
You know, but they don’t
You try to fit in to their standards
Of what is and what is not acceptable

Outside, nothing but just another normal person
Inside, messed up in so many ways
You try to tell yourself that you can do it
If you wanted, you could fit in
And no one has to know

But you know it
Even if you try to hide it
You can fool them
But not yourself
In the end, you know it

You tell them you’re okay
When every night you think
Of a hundred different ways to die
And say, “I’m okay.”
And say, “This is normal.”

Because no one has to know
That when you wait for the train
You look at the tracks and think about jumping
At the last second, as the train pulls over

And you smile for them
Because they wouldn’t understand
That when you say that you are not fine
You don’t mean that you feel sick
Because the sickness you feel is not something
That can be seen on the outside

And again you say you are fine
When talking to friends
Who have long stopped caring
About whether your “I’m fine” is real
Or whether it is just another
Lie you tell them
So they can feel better about themselves

And you say, “I’m fine”
Because you don’t want to see their faces
Look at you as if you are something
That they need to fix
Just another puzzle to solve

And you say, “I’m fine”
Because you don’t want to hear them
Tell you that you are wrong
To feel pained when someone else
On the other side of the world
Is experiencing something much worse

That you do not have the right
To cry about your own sufferings
Because they are not like
The sufferings of grief-stricken, war-torn people

And you say, “I’m fine”
Because you don’t want them to feel
Like it’s their fault
Even though every night
You think about how much of a liar you are

Pretending to be normal
You tell yourself “You don’t belong with them”
And wait for someone to tell you
Wait for someone to notice
That you are not fine

You must be doing a good job
Of pretending to be normal
Since no one has asked you
No one has doubted your lie
So far

Maybe they have stopped caring
A long time ago
Maybe you have started to believe
Your own lies,
After all

How do you even begin
To let them understand
Something you don’t even understand

How do you even explain
What hurts you
And how it hurts you
When it’s all inside your head
When there’s nothing but tears to show for it

You tell yourself “You’re fine”
Because when you tried to reach out
They told you to cheer up
To stop being so sad
That some people have it worse

Like it’s that simple
Like you haven’t tried
To repeat to yourself every night:
“Stop crying.”
“Some people have it worse.”

Tell yourself “I’m fine”
Maybe this time you’ll believe it too

Loneliness 3/22/2016

It’s alright
I’m far too used
To being alone
To even be lonely about it

It’s alright
I can look at the faint orange light
From the lone street light in this part of the neighborhood
Without feeling that all too familiar loneliness

It’s alright
I can lie on my bed alone
Surrounded by the darkness and the faint moonlight
Without any pang of loneliness

It’s alright
Leave and take every last memory with you
Leave me alone with my thoughts
And my loneliness

Steel Savior

Under the fists of steel
I wonder
If we’ll flutter
Like butterflies
Trapped under the steel thumb
Of the man who vowed to save us

Like Pavlov’s dog
Would the butterflies
Grow steel wings
Just so that they could survive?

Under the fists of steel
I wonder
If we’ll cower
Like an apprehended child
Of a sin we did not commit

Would it be right
To call blind disobedience

A placebo effect
From our fears and doubts
The butterflies,
Despite the burden
Of the additional weight,
See the steel wings
As a cure

Because instead of
The scream-filled halls
We heard silence,
Ordered by the man
Who dared to say he’d save us,
And called it peace

2/18/2016 Your Goodbye

“You lost me a long time ago,”
That was how you said goodbye
“I tried,” you said, “but it wasn’t the same,”
Of course it wasn’t the same—it could never be the same

And now I’m left to think about
When exactly I had lost you
Because I know I tried so hard
Even though it wasn’t the way it used to be

Of course it wasn’t the same—
How could it be the same?
A person changes in so many ways in just a year
Imagine what seven years would do

Of course it wasn’t the same—
How could you be?
How could I be?
We’ve changed so much in seven years

Of course it wasn’t the same—
But I never would’ve left
Because, unlike you, what you mean to me
Never changed once, in seven years

6/19/2016 Unabashed

When people look at you
They see a happy man
As you unabashedly smile
And tell your stories:
People you’ve met
Places you’ve been
Things you’ve seen
Flavors you’ve tasted

You’ve always looked happy
No matter what you’re going through
Your unabashed smile remains

But I see your unabashed smile
And I know that it’s a little shy

I know that—
No matter how big or small—
New experiences still shake you

Though it’s not unabashed
Your eyes light up
When you smile your shy smile

Though not unabashed,
Though not perfect,
You still manage to smile
Your smile that’s still a little shy

And I know that—
No matter what—
You are a happy man, anyway

I wrote this for my dad. Happy Father’s Day 🙂

10/5/2015 Lies we tell ourselves

Sometimes we tell ourselves lies
An attempt to reassure ourselves
On those days when nobody else can

And some days we lie to ourselves
Just so we can live
On those days we just can’t otherwise

And after some time we forget
What was real and what was make-believe
And we end up believing
These lies we tell ourselves

My (non-existent) love life according to Murakami and Lang Leav

Hi! It’s been so long. How have you been? Are you still writing?

I’ve been very busy lately, and now I’m close to graduating from college! (Only two more semesters, several more thesis revisions, twenty or so more major exams, and less than a hundred papers to write before I graduate!)

So what am I doing here, then, if I am busy, you say? Well, I just came here to procrastinate a little. Just a little. I’m writing this feature story right now and I’m about to die of demotivation. So, with that said, I’m sorry to inconvenience you with my caffeine-fueled procrastination.

Anyway, I was browsing through facebook when I came by a post saying: Pick up the nearest book to you, turn to page 45. The first sentence explains your love life. Seeing as I’m desperately procrastinating at the moment, I just decided to do it. Just because it’s cold and my coffee is getting cold and my article is nowhere near finished and I don’t feel like writing at the moment.

So, here is my non-existent love life according to Haruki Murakami and Lang Leav:

That summer, after he returned to Tokyo from Nagoya, Tsukuru was transfixed by the odd sensation that, physically, he was being completely transformed.

– Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage, Haruki Murakami

Well, Murakami, isn’t that completely spot-on? Doesn’t everyone feel that odd sensation when it comes to love? 🙂

I saw it once, I have no doubt; but now can’t place its whereabouts.

– Déjà Vu | Lullabies, Lang Leav

This is relevant, even to me, who is sans love life. ☺

Do you want to do a little procrastinating, too? 🙂

Where’d she go?

Hello, it’s been a long time since I wrote a new post. My life has been crazily busy lately, and I’ve been sick a lot. This may sound like I’m making excuses not to write, but I’m not. I’ve been constantly writing, I’m even working on my NaNoWriMo piece (even though it isn’t November yet).

But being a third year student of Journalism has its ways of sucking life out of you; this semester alone I have 4 majors and some minors that give me a never-ending list of tasks to do. The past few weeks have been hell, and I don’t have enough time to sleep lately. I also do not stay in a dormitory/apartment that’s closer to the campus, and so I have to travel for 2 hours to get to my classes. Add in the ever-changing weather here lately, and you’ve got yourself flu. Congrats.

Stress have also been too much for me to handle lately. Everything seems to threaten to suck the air out of me, and I keep finding myself stressed over the littlest of things.

In short, everything has sucked for me lately. And this is just the beginning of the semester. I can’t imagine what terrible things await me in the coming months.

Even so, me and my friends have decided we want even more stress in life (not really) and so we decided to try out for the university magazine publication and the university online publication.

So now, I’m stressing over the fact that I have absolutely no idea on how to make a Curriculum Vitae. And also about the fact that I still haven’t finished writing my article that’s due in a few hours.

Anyway, I’ll be posting my writings as soon as I feel like procrastinating find enough time to post them here. Thank you for sticking with me. I appreciate all your likes and follows. ♥