I speak in metaphors. Why? Because I love pizza. Of course, you won’t see a connection, because there isn’t. Well for the common view there isn’t, but there is though, a connection, not only about the pizza and the way I speak, but in everything. Like when a mailman delivered milk, then the neighbor drank it, thus the baby was fed with gin. It doesn’t make sense of course, but it does.
A photo with everything white is empty, imageless, non sense. But of course, little did you know that it’s a very overexposed photo of a man being shot in broad daylight. You see, the photographer set his camera on bulb settings, then he saw this man pointing a gun at another man in point blank. Of course, it’s a good story, a man being shot, but he was shocked, holding the shutter long enough to capture every light, thus the image being over exposed. Though everything I said in this paragraph was irrelevant, believe me, it is.
You see, these aren’t metaphors at all, but this is.
It is when you kiss will you know how true you are.
You’ll feel it, if it’s just an illusion of your mind, or the truth in your heart.
May your eyes be open or closed, you will see, as long as her face touches yours, you’ll see her clearly.
You’ll think of her tho, even she’s right in front of you.
You’ll think of her like you miss her, you’ll feel everything you could for her as your lips touch hers.
The illusion on the other hand, will be broken by the kiss.
And thus all of it, was all just a kiss.
I miss it when you punch my arms.
I miss it when you would tease me.
I miss it when you try hard to annoy me, but I’ll only laugh ang smile at you.
I miss it when you kiss me,
I miss it when you hug me,
I miss it when you were mine.
"If I love you, I’d be proud of it."
And I shall lie on my bed tonight,
That in my pillows I cuddle tight.
Each breath, each blink, I think
A thought of you as I fall asleep.
Be sour rather than sweet, for sweetness is opium that gives you pleasure, yet brings a lot of bad effects.
Too much sweet could be addicting, that you’ll always look for the one that gives you this taste, yet it causes toothache that leads to headache. Addiction to it will cause you misery once you don’t taste it anymore. Too much sweet is boring, all the same, nothing new, yet you’ll always look for it. Too much sweet is draining, it makes you hyperactive, yet it tires you, until you have nothing to give. And with sweetness, other people will try to get it from you.
Being sour, on the other hand, is healthy. It makes you immune from most of the pests that attacks your relationship. It gives the feeling of kiss, the flirt that makes you jingle. It boosts your energy, that no matter how active you’ll be, you won’t be drained easily. Being sour shows care, love, and is true to both of you.
Sweetness is a flirt given to lure, a bait, a bribe; yet being sour is a flirt given by someone who loves and cares.
Nothing but grief was the replacement for the love she gave.
He wasted every effort that the lady offered.
All she wanted was to be appreciated,
even no love is to be returned…
yet he took it all,
and left nothing
Nothing
But grief
Pride, not love
Love but pride
Destroy the bonds rather than strengthen
Begone all significance as long as I’m right
Who cares what you believe, who cares what you think?
Be lost, be gone from my life, as long as I win.
You work for yourself and yours alone. “Why do it if it won’t benefit me?” you said. It is not laziness, but a selfish act. The vanity that’s equal to sloth. Attention, all would be yours, show-off, do things, but only for your benefit, is it really worth it?
Is it hunger, or just plain greed? That in each hour that passed, you want to eat.
Taste, buy, get all that you see, though your stomach can’t eat them all.
Wasting food, resources, the possible life source for others, all because of the charm that your eyes could see.
Once a month the moon is empty, and once a month it’s full. In some days it’s halved, quartered, shining only by part. But is it damaged? No, just missing something. No matter how full we feel once in our lives, we will always crave for something missing. And even just once, we will have that feeling like we have nothing, that we feel empty. Sad thing about the moon is, that no matter how full we see her, most of the time she’s alone, that the stars aren’t always there for her.
