I still look for you in every piece I write lately. I still look for the metaphors that described you in ways that I couldn’t. I still look for the chapters where we’ve been once, and in the paragraphs where I had my worst and in the periods where you came and saved me. I…
Read moreIf you will fall in love with me,
Don’t. Just don’t. You’ll just end up being sick with my playlists or being deaf with the silence of mine. You’ll just end up regretting giving me foods for I’ll never ever eat those. And if you’ll insist, don’t. For life will only make you a fool. – Kath Panugan
Read moreI heard that you are broken.
To tell you, I was there also. And I don’t know how did I able to escape. One day I just found myself smiling thinking that the person who broke me is now feeling the same pain I’ve been through. Sorry, but equality was never been this satisfying
Read moreNew Normal is Abnormal
I’m sick of it Clothes and fabrics Covering a masterpiece But I don’t have a choice What’s happening to the world? People are too careless Do heads produce saliva? Eyes got no brains Wrong…wrong…wrong… Don’t make it upside down I can’t leave this sick town Even if I want to see the dawn – Kath…
Read moreFive years of being cursed.
I really don’t know why I was never the exact epitome of your ideals. I was never your ideal. Perhaps, I was never been anyone’s, and that’s just fine. Sometimes, I would poke myself in secret, thinking that it would stop this wicked connection I feel every time we meet. Was it even a connection…
Read moreEven though how much our parents…
… told us that they love you and your siblings fairly, there will always a time when all you can do is to sit at the darkest corner of your room while crying silently because you are that one member of the family who is the black sheep, always blamed, because you are you and…
Read moreOh I really hate this feeling.
Those clement eyes looking straight into my innocent soul. I hate this more than the coffee stains that spilled on my white bedsheet. I hate this more than the storms on a strong rain. I hate the feeling more than I hate you. Those eyes looking at me are begging again for another chance. But…
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