The Infamous Demented Soul

She roamed the earth for almost 25 years. She cried, she wept, she sobbed. And now, she's the person everyone loves not to be with. She's a backstabber, a hater, and a humbug. she's demented. With all that she has left within herself is her definition of her being. She's pathetic in her noblest way.

She's poor but rich with awesome stupidity.

She's rich but poor with awesome goodness.

Yes, this demented soul is still existing, lurking, wandering.

Her eyes, red and blazing with vengeance.

Her nose, distorted for smelling havoc.

Her mouth, drooling of hunger and thirst for victims.

Her ears, growing large and thick of bad information.

Her hands, wicked and heinous ready for restoring chaos.

Her body, thin and aging because of her misfits,

and her soul. . . evil and demented.

She's infallible of such grief and sullen madness. When face to face with this monster, never show remorse, never be shocked, never feel undertaken and most importantly... never go down to her condition.

Just walk, relax, and forget.

BAR 183

I was on the roof staring blankly at the vast place of my neighbor, thinking of nothing but happy moments of my life. . .

It was that Saturday night of November 2008 when I was having fun.
I was at the bar with my friends.
We were all taking the good time away from work, an all-boys night out.
The bar was jam-packed with good looking personalities, drinking and dancing.
Even my friends were a little bit busy too having conversations with one another.
Damn! I was having fun just by listening to their funny stories.
I stood up from my seat and roamed around the place hoping to find someone I know.
I was already 4 tables away from were I left when a roaming waiter, carrying a plate with glasses of wine passed by me.
I signaled for him and took one glass of the bloody red wine.
I made a sip and went to a nearby ledge table to sit and smoke.
I was about to light my cigarette when YOU pulled me by the hand and dragged me all the way to the dance floor.
I was shocked.
I haven't the slightest idea of who you were yet so I just let myself go with the flow, YOUR flow.
While dancing, I just couldn't help but think in confusion of who the hell am I dancing with!
YOU kept on staring at me, at my whole face!
YOU smiled and suddenly stopped dancing.
YOU leaned on me, kissed me on my cheeks and uttered a jaw-dropping revelation.
"your fly is open"
It was shocking indeed.
I rushed right away going to the balcony.
I was laughing out loud when I zipped my pants.
Giggling, I reached for another cigar in my pocket and lighted it.
Suddenly, YOU turned up placing a hand on my waist,
I smiled.
YOU threw my cigarette away and seriously looked at me.
YOU cupped my face and gently kissed my lips.
And oh! we were doing the french kiss.
A moment had passed, we stared at each other.
We hugged and said this both,
"glad to have met you"

. . . (deep sigh). . . The thought of coming back is hurtful. Memories are forever but this one is too much to bear. Tears started to fall when I saw two figures making out by the window of my neighbor's house. One of them was small and very muscular but the other, he was tall, well-built, and, and. . .OH MY GOD! I was pain-stricken by whom I saw that I covered my mouth out of shock. It was like some pointed thing pierced my body right through the heart and made me ache so bad that I could not breathe the least. My tears begun to fall heavily. I wanted to yell but I couldn't. I wanted to jump on that roof but I couldn't. I wanted to scream but I still couldn't. Was I not enough?! That you have to find another just for that?!. . .
after a moment of cries and sobs, I fell silent. Blank, empty, I just sat there, still as a rock. I just uttered, "I will never waste my pearls again."

English Family

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Lose some....
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The Stain

I walked through the vast quiet field of snow on a dumbfounded place that noon. I was carefree to express the solitude that i have long been waiting. It was quite lonely and dull though. I ran, jumped, and rolled over as i was aware that no one was there but me. Not even a single live being showed up.
I was glad. But little did i know that i had already scattered pieces of my presence all around.
There i was, exhausted from all that crazy things I'd done. Bits of snowflakes started to rain. 'Twas cold, i was cold! So i pressed my whole body closer, rubbed my palms and walked little. Then, i stumbled on what appeared to be an armor shield, although the look was dirty and somewhat disembodied. It somehow elucidated the whole scenery of the place. I took a peak. I could see myself, clean and tidy. But i was bothered by what the reflection revealed other than me. It was so dirty and trash-looking that i said to myself "who could have done this awful thing?"
Slowly i turned around. From afar, snow angels marked the ground in every corner of the place. Bows and arrows everywhere, some are broken and filled with blood. Burnt ripped clothes scattered everywhere, swords shimmered at a distance. Shield and armors lay aside every dead person. How horrible the scene was. Blood stained the whole place like hell.
Then, i saw footprints, bloody footprints. The tracks circled the perimeter, went to a spot from another, wheeled to and fro... and as it passed behind an ensanguined rotting corpse. My mind froze. My eyes got all wide. My mouth fell into a shock.
Terrified, i told myself.


the. . . the footprints. . .
it lead right. . . a- at. . . . . . . me?!

fate

"I CAME... riding the road of my life's beauty. I SAW... the pain and suffered the misfits. I CONQUERED... and defied the odds of everything."

the Geek and the Exceptional

I’m a geek and I’m proud of it. Armed with books and things to carry is my pride. I am not fashionable, yet I am simple. I only wear tight jeans, a tucked in sweat shirt and a large eye glass of color pink. My hair is so sleek and is combed perfectly.
“Am I ugly?”
No you’re not
“Am I?”
No
I’m Grey. And I’m in love with a jock. He’s no ordinary student. He’s got it all. The perfect guy for everyone to love to. But, I’m a man. I mean, do I have the chance?
There he is along the hallway walking coolly. He’s going to pass by me. This is a typical day for a typical ordinary freak. Standing upright, steady; can’t even utter a word of greeting. (sigh…)

I am the exceptional. Well built body and a dragon tattoo on the back is my mark. I am smart, athletic, good- looking and popular. I am proud of myself. I wear skinny jeans, polo shirts by Hermes and a handy notebook to go with. I have a white tone appearance and my hair is fixed with styling goop. In short, I am a perfect know-it-all hotie.
“That geek…”
Are you sure?
“Yes, I’m really sure.”
I’m Terry. And I’m in love with a guy. Call me crazy but I don’t have affections on women at all. This is my big secret. For all they know I am manly. But I’m not. I’m in love with a geek. Yes, I’m in love with a guy who happens to be the president of the chess club.
What I feel for him is tremendous. But what can I do to make it true? We are both at world’s end. So far yet so close. Is he feeling the same way as I am right now?…



“I am speaking terms of every gay in town. In some part of this world, may it be in school, in an office, company, or may be just your local friend or neighbor. There will come a point that either of you will fall in love, in secrecy or not, nothing will stop the beat of your heart, your feelings and affection. So, just let be and let it guide you to that path where you are feeling most comfortable.”