When Love Hurts

I wish I never did.

Our relationship was one of those where promises were said and you?re left alone thinking, maybe he?s not a bad guy after all. Maybe he?ll treat me a whole lot different.

Charming Girl

She walks with modest curve, eyes recognizable and hair flowing. Her long, slender legs quietly seek out the ground, with one step gracefully before the other. Her hips sway from side to side like the soft melody of a Congo drum. Her luscious lips slightly curve into a small, secret smile, as she probably remembers of a private joke she had heard the day before.

The Music Boxes

The outskirts of London have changed dramatically since I have set foot upon their cobbled streets. Now markets with dull, chipped paint stand amongst unkempt houses, forgotten by their owners who now only remember the address of the local pub. Monstrous barns and useless soil reside where dense thickets of grass once stood with white, milky flowers peeking though. The only things that remain unchanged are the decrepit streets waiting for unsuspecting travelers to fall into their nooks, and the boys hiding in the alleyways waiting to rob the unwary person.

Tequila Girl

She stands by the bar next to me thinking what she will order next. She is drinking like crazy all-night and she wants something different.

The bartender smiles at her and asks, "What do you want, sweetie?"

Before the bartender come over, she had seen some bottles stocked near the corner where she stands. Now that the bar is busy, she figured she'd try something silly.

Cataract

I have become the suggestion of a stranger... the invited intruder.

Where is the phantom entrance to somebody’s somewhere?

I am fading from view.

I am nothing but a flicker.

I am nothing but a speck of dust, floating and shimmering in the air.

I am in the middle of it all just like you.

Graveyard Shift

I turned to the stranger to my left. What was he doing on the 2:00 a.m. train headed downtown. Was he headed in for drugs? Some huge party? I was certain he was a shady character.

Legna

War. Lost lives. The fire that tears lovers apart. The flames of war are ablaze once again.

“General --- we are losing men. We need you and your troops ---”

Legna sat on his chair and kept on looking at the window. He was pretending to be serious in listening to the captain’s request for back-up.

“General Legna!”

Juciest

She makes life soothing for me. She shuts the blinds since the sun rears its lazy beginning. She then plays some music on the stereo. She plays with my ears softly while she sings Juciest by Alicia Keys.

Bakit Walang Katuturan ang Pagtatalo?

Hindi pa naman huli ang lahat. Baka bukas maaari ko nang kausapin si Teresa. Subalit may agam-agam pa rin sa aking isip kung dapat ko nga ba siyang kausapin pagkatapos ng nangyari.

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