My Sanctuary

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Rumors Kill

"A kid just jumped off the roof of their house."

"That beutiful girl is a lesbian."

"*Name* is actually a mass murderer."

"Act out of the Rothfang Conspiracy of Xenophilius Lovegood."

Rumors...rumors...gossips and half truths. The sewed up stories and ideas of those who wish to either be acknowleged or plainly to ruin another person's life or reputation. The world I live in, rumors seem to be heard as frequently as the appearance of the moon in the night sky. Most of the time, even if unintentionally, these rumors affect people. Some of them are lies, petty dirty lies. These lies take form in rumors and spread like locusts in a cornfield. And they hurt people just as fast. Some are truths but converted into what we call half-truths. Half truths are truths that were somewhat altered with some detail added or removed to make it more interesting or deadly.

From experience. A rumor was told to me which changed my mood from blissful to lonesome the second i heard it. I didn't want to believe it. Even though it was not about me, it affected me just the same. because of that, I didnt know what to think of anymore. Some rumors even destroy people's lives. These rumors are elements of daily life that, if carried away, kill or destroy one's life forever. One rumor changed my view of the person i loved forever...

Labels: From the poet's point of view

Story told @ 3:27 AM

Thursday, April 16, 2009

AN EMPTY GLIMPSE

I saw you walking down towards me. I began feeling quesy. My body shivered. My heart...I felt it skip a beat as you get closer and closer. I felt rather silly feeling that way. So much has happened between us. So much time has past since then. every step you took made me feel more uncomfortable, more conscious with my surroundings and more conscious with how I look. Then, I laughed at myself. It's childish to feel that way, especially towards you. A few steps later, you came so close that my body jerked up and stood, probably a reflex of my nervousness. I felt my hands go from warm to average and then to ice cold. They numbed. Then I stretched my hands to greet you, to show you my existence in case you forgot. I smiled and surprisingly, you smiled back. Then you started running towards me. My lips quivered and my mind worked overtime to run through all possible words to greet you correctly. Just when I was about a fraction of a second from uttering, you passed right beside me. Your hair brushed the burning skin of my face. I turned around to see were you went. It was my mistake, a mistake to expect you to pay the slightest bit of attention to me rather than all of our other friends. And to think, I finally thought you were looking right at me, only to find out that you just unintentionally caught my sight, finding others that aren't me. An empty glimpse, that was all. No meaning, no intention.

Labels: From the poet's point of view

Story told @ 5:18 AM

Monday, April 13, 2009

CONCRETE CONTRADICTIONS

The world lives, unvoluntarily, with contradictions to almost every bit immaterial.

Those we cannot touch but could explain, all of them, have opposites.

Life has the never ending cycle to Death.

Common Love ends almost always to Hatred.

The Light that guides us leaves only Darkness behind.

Morning shines upon most, while some shiver in the Night.

The Heat scorches as the Cold immobilizes.

Enough Water extinguishes Fire, and same in contradiction.

Where there is Impossibility, there may be, just somewhere else, a Way.

If Truth this may be, then where may the Lie be found?

If everything immaterial has their contradictions

Then where oh where could you be

For YOU to finally contradict ME???

Labels: From the poet's point of view

Story told @ 4:41 AM

Saturday, April 11, 2009

IS REALITY A REALITY??

You wake up each morning and open your eyes.

Your eyes are the window of your soul to the world.

You get up, eat, sleep, work, play, make love and clean up.

You're life functions occur ordinarily everyday.

You read a book about fantasy and see that they are diffirent.

You see the categorization of fiction and fact.

You see the difference of reality and fake or make-believe.

but...

Have you ever wondered if everything really is real?

Everything is ocuring as you see and know they are....

have you ever thought that maybe, you're eyes are only projectors?

Maybe your life is some sort of film or program.

And there is a programmer that controls your every move.

Then you answer, no, i make my own decisions.

Think about it, there is a possibility that everything you do,

Every decision you make, everything is controlled by someone else.

Your decision to sleep ro play or rest or make love or work.

Everything may be just programmed for you to do.

Even including your decision to read this entry.

Even your decision to believe this or not.

Maybe...in reality...you really have no control.

We may as well be puppets of those we don't understand.

Maybe...we DON'T even EXIST...

Labels: From the poet's point of view

Story told @ 10:29 PM

FLicker at JS Prom. Qsci. :)

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Story told @ 10:22 PM

Friday, April 10, 2009

This is another tribute to my fave video game, Kingdom Hearts 2. Hope you appreciate it. :)

Labels: Kingdom Hearts

Story told @ 4:43 AM

This is tribute to my all time fave video game: KINGDOM HEARTS. Hope you enjoy it. :)

Labels: Kingdom Hearts

Story told @ 2:48 AM