YES, I DO NEED THEM

I need my friends
During those times when everything seem so weary
During those days when I am late at school and they text me to hurry
In times of trouble, when bitches crowd my way
…and I need extra claws to shun them away
I need my friends
To laugh with me whenever I stumble
…and to hold me up on my feet again
I need my friends
When my allowance is short
…and they make allowances for my shortcomings

I need my friends
When everything sucks
…but they tell that everything’s gonna be fine
I need my friends
When some stupid jerk breaks my heart
…and they are there beside me, saying nothing
…and silently threads all the broken pieces whole again
I need my friends
To taut me of my foolishness
…but never leaves me, nonetheless
I need my friends
When all I wanted to do is cry
…and comfort me with chocolates and ice creams till I feel fine
I need my friends
When I am almost left with nothing
…and they remind me that I don’t need to have everything
I need my friends
In moments of victories and defeats, achievements and make-believes
…in my dreams, and all its possibilities
I need my friends
Who needs me back…
…who can’t go on party without me
…and misses me on holidays
…who shares their secrets with me
…and trusts me wholeheartedly…
I need my friends
Who, despite of my imperfections, loves me anyway..
It’s good being around people who loves you and accepts you for who you are…
It’s good to admit that you need some people in your life, who though crazy and imperfect like me, make life’s journeys thrilling and fun…
…and even if the future is vague, and the road is unclear… you know that you’re not going through it alone…’coz they will be beside you anywhere you go…

PEOPLE ALWAYS LEAVE...

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WHERE ARE THEY NOW?

Sometimes, the people we’ve come to know don’t always stay as they are…and the friends we knew all along are not fated to stay on our sides forever…the promises that were once made are almost always…forgotten.

People change ‘cause they have to, or need to…or maybe, they just wanted to change. It’s not always that the people you’ve come to know remain unchanged all their life. It is part of the life cycle that we undergo metamorphosis. But the hard part is, to accept those changes and to come friends with yet another stranger.


ARMOUR

I battled this life with comrades ready to lend their armors…we are a battalion of brave and united soldiers who promised each other that no matter what happen, all of us would come out as survivors—though bruised and wounded, are stronger and feistier.

…taking a look behind me, the battalion becomes lesser in number as days pass. Not because they are defeated, but because they’ve lost their way and somehow forgotten the battle they’re supposed to face.

Where are they now? Am I really supposed to go on my own pace? Or just accept the fact that some people have to walk their own trails?

My heart hasn't been ready for goodbyes, but it has always been open for strangers who are willing to fight along my side, and finish the battle I’ve come to face…

Dedicated to...FRIENDS

(Disclaimer: photos not mine.)     no road is long with company

There are friends who are always there for you despite the distance...
Friends whom you seldom talk to, but when time comes you need one, they'll unexpectedly come along...
There are those whom you share your dreams with...
Ones who make you laugh, cry and feel important...
People you just met, but made a great impact, and change a part of you...
The ones who'll come running to you when you cry..
and the ones who'll simply tug you to buy an ice cream 'coz they know its what'll make you feel better..
Friends who are happy when you're happy...
and friends who'll make extra effort to make you happy when you're sad...
Those who aren't afraid to tell you you're wrong...
those who'd rather hurt you with truth than hurt you with lies...
...and friends who'll walk extra miles with you inspite the rain...
"Friendship is when the silence between two people is comfortable"
It's when you hear what their heart is beating,
and even without words, you know...you understand...
"Friends come when the rest of the world goes out"
They're the ones whom you'll see beside you in all your victories, defeats, ups and downs...
"Friendship is when you keep stealing my chocolates everyday, yet I still keep them in the same place"
It's all about acceptance...it's all about understanding...
It's when they hurt you a thousand times, and yet when they come running back to you wounded, you can't help hugging them back...
...friends---they share their lunch with you, watch movies with you, loiter somewhere with you, spill secrets and gossips to you,...and GROW UP with you...walang iwanan, walang unahan...laging may hintayan, sabay sabay lang...

It's amazing how friends are found, and when friendships are formed...sometimes, in the most unlikely circumstances...but it's more amazing to note, the depth of your friendship, and how it withstands the storm...
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There is this friend I know who always keeps me together when everything is falling apart...who always listen to me even when I can't seem to hear Him when He speaks...When I feel so alone, He always makes His presence felt...and I know that I will always have Him no matter what happens...even if they're all gone, He'll remain...for He is the best friend One could ever hope for...and the great part is, He is the BEST FRIEND I have in my life...and I know that no matter what I do or say, He'll never abandon me nor forsake me...(I love you, Jesus Christ...I owe you my life)

Hey Stranger!

Have you ever met a person...whom you know for a very long time,shared secrets and gossips for quite some time, and learned to trust in a long run? And yet, there comes this moment, when you come across that person again and saw a stranger? I guess it happens. That people change both for the better and worse at the same time. The challenge is, getting to know them over again...and having that kind of feeling that you're missing a friend in the eyes of a stranger.

What is a friend? What does it take to be one? And how long would you hold on to friendship that keeps on falling apart?

Well, at the end of the day...what matters most are those that remain...those who chose to stay...and the ones who came the unexpected way. There are times when you thought you lost a battle...but in reality, you gained a deeper strength and character which would only arise in losing one.

**to my prodigal friend, hope you'll find your way back to where you truly belong**

Just Wanna Ask..

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How do you know if it’s real?

Does it matter, to know what the other person feel?

How do you withstand a fight?

Do you know that your instincts might be right?

When can you see the truth that hid behind a lie?

Do you believe that most love stories are tragedies?

Do you believe that sometimes, it’s simply not meant to be?

Do you believe in miracles?

Or would you rather believe that most times, it’s just a mere coincidence?

Who are you behind a mask?

Does it matter if you can’t be beautiful from the outside?

Where were you 5 years ago?

Who would you be ten years from now?

Do you matter in some other’s life?

Are you just by yourself most of the time?

Is life too short to live?

Or you’re just too scared of the real life there is to breathe?

How does your heart beat?

Is love, when it dies, the hardest thing to revive?

Who's Your Prince Now

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Somebody said, why believe in fairytales when they always happen once upon a time… in a far away land—I also thought of that myself. Why do some people would always try to believe in things that usually happen in one’s fantasies? Is it because dreaming is better than realities? Or is it because in our fantasies, no one can ever hurt us?

As a child, little girls fell in love with a prince charming—the one that woke up sleeping beauty from a hundred years’ slumber, or the one who searched for the foot that owned that glass-shoe and married her. Or maybe, the prince who brought back snow white from death owing to a cursed apple from her insecure stepmother?! Those kinds of princes who would also make you believe on true love, love at first sight and happily-ever-after type of stories. Maybe, these are the reasons why some girls pick up illusions of love-meant-to-be and he’s-the-perfect-guy-for-me-sort-of drama for every guy they are in a relationship with—looking for that someone who would take precarious care of their hearts, someone who’s gonna make you happy, always loyal, and the one who would make them believe in true love…or soul-mates. And when that relationship ends, they would say that they would never-fall-in-love-the-same-way-again…or, that they were never-meant-to-be in the first place…and so maybe, there’s someone else out there.

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Relationships work out because couples try to work things out. Relationships fail because they try to outwit each others’ pride…or simply, they don’t understand each others’ differences. People would tend to hop from one relationship to another because things didn’t work out, or because their partner failed their standards, or maybe because they would always try looking for that someone who would make them feel special. What’s wrong with that anyway? There’s nothing wrong wishing to have somebody who sees your worth…but looking for a perfect someone is insane. Everybody has their flaws. What if you wake one day and suddenly realize that there’s no one in the planet that could fit-in your ideal man? Or that there’s no one on earth who’s man enough to never break your heart? Men are not cursed to be jerks all their lives as I believe it. I’ve seen men who rose above their imperfections trying to prove that they could also be someone’s prince. But trying to be someone they’re not is pretty tough…to be that guy in your checklist…someone adorable, kind, gentleman, value-laden, blah blah blah… someone could be all that, but one single terrible mistake erases them all… Because it’s difficult to accept the fact that no one could be the perfect one for us. There is always that person who breaks your heart, and someone who would pick up those pieces and make it whole again…someone who lets you believe in love over and over again, and someone who leaves you behind after. But there is also those who would choose to stay by your side no matter how messed up and crappy life is…someone who would enjoy that crazy ride with you…and at the same time, commits all that mistake and be sorry he’s done that. It’s always a challenge forgiving a person for the hurt that he caused. But somehow, having a heart that forgives and understands is so precious and rare…to still love a person despite the things he is and he’s not.

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So maybe, believing in fairytales isn’t so bad after all…because all fairytales end up in a happily-ever-after. We would always end up in the arms of a person who would take up their white horses and drive us to their enchanting castles. However, not all princes are charming…they sometimes show up in a guise of someone we never saw in any of our fantasies…someone we never dreamt of…and someone who could not promise a life free of pain and full of joy. Also, our real princes often show up only once in a lifetime, and they are not always far from our sight… Who knows, they might just be sitting by our sides all along…

Maybe, some dreams would remain as dreams all our lives…because living in reality is always beautiful than living in a world of perfect pretends. Sometimes, feeling all kinds of emotions show up our strengths and vulnerability—thus waking us up to the reality of being human. Though some dreams turn up being real…it just takes some believing.

Who would you be if you weren’t you?

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Sometimes, I imagine myself being somebody else…to be someone who does other things, live in other place, and be with other people. Someone who has the liberty to be someone she is, other than trying to be someone she’s not. It’s fun living other peoples’ role. A character made up by some infamous author in their novels…or an award-winning scriptwriter in their major film production…or just an ordinary real person walking the streets while humming the last song they’ve heard.

Some people wear masks of their other selves because they’re afraid to reveal their real faces. In this world full of people trying to prove that they’re a lot better than you, it’s a real challenge to step up and find that fuel to be ahead from the race. Sometimes we feel that it’s always not enough…that our efforts always fall short despite the hard work we put into it. And so, the next thing is to take the game to the next level. Try to outsmart them, break some rules, and never be underdogs. It’s a mask of protection—trying to hide the vulnerabilities that would cause our defeats…and protect us from a total meltdown. When people see that Achilles’ heel, shooting an arrow is just as easy as 1 2 3. Wearing that mask would separate us from people trying to pull us down…cause somehow, we are on the same race as they are.

Trying to wear that mask is never that easy. Maybe, being someone else would be a lot easier. Pretending is a habit for some people…to pretend to be strong, to be different, to be good…and to be happy. Living in this world is crazy—being with people who would always ponder on your mistakes, and criticize your every move. It’s always a busy ride trying to prove your worth…it’s a fast pace world, that slowing down would leave you far behind the rest.

Being someone else is easy. You just have to play that game like everybody does. Because being you means playing by the rules…and playing by the rules would mean a defeat…because not everybody plays by the rule…there’s only a few.


I like to be somebody else…because being me is difficult. Nevertheless, being somebody else means playing the game like everybody else does. It’s a game of cheating. It’s difficult to cheat life. It’s scary when it comes back on you. So, I guess, I’ll just stick to being myself…no need to carry that heavy mask and play the role that’s intended for somebody else. No one promised that life would be easy…and nobody said you’d love to be different. It’s fun though, trying to play others’ part, and finding out in the end, that you’re the better cut among the rest. Rules are made to be broken anyway…so why not make your own rules. Have a better game to be played. Everybody does that.

EVERYBODY NEEDS SOMEBODY

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There are these struggles in a person’s life that nobody else knows about. And it’s the fact of not knowing what it is that makes people feel alone sometimes. It’s the feeling of being empty and alone in a journey without any strike of light even at far.

There are times when you’re hurt too much that you don’t know what else to say… you don’t know what’s there to feel. It’s like you’re too numb to ever feel the pain. Either it’s by choice not to feel, or it’s just too much that even your body can’t endure.

When it rains, it pours…but sometimes, when it rains, it’s cold. Some people love to watch the rain from their windows. It’s got this sense of tranquility. It’s like the sky is crying for you because your eyes are empty with tears. Just like a heart that’s void of emotions. The cold from within reflects the cold from the outside.

The songs you hear and listen to, are mere echoes of the real melody and words that some hearts long to say. When you hear them from others’ lips through their songs, you feel fine, because you know that somehow, you share the same feelings with somebody else.

When you watch movies, you cry. It’s like you know what they’re going through, and you know how it feels the way they feel. They are mirrors of the real world and they reflect the sentiments that are vastly true and vague.

Everybody needs somebody…
Somebody to lean on to and sit beside you when all you ever wanted is to cry… Someone who can stay with you and listen to your muffled sighs… That person whose warmth can ease your numb soul and cold heart…The one whose gonna sing what your heart longs to hear, and show to you what a beautiful world there is to see.

Life is subtle and imperfect. Sometimes empty, sometimes gray. It’s amazing how one can see the meaning of life through the eyes of someone else…someone you care for and cares back. How can an ordinary person make you feel fine deep within. How an eventful moment can change the colors that you see. How a void empty space can be filled by someone just by sticking around.

Happiness is alive when shared with somebody else. Sadness only happens when you’re by yourself. Everybody needs somebody to share their happiness with… and be able to share with you their own happiness. Someone…who can share a piece of their own world with you…and that’s when you realize that you’re no longer alone.

Everybody needs somebody…to feel...to live…to be free…and be happy.

ANOTHER SCAR

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Softly, Quietly
    the cool wind blew away
the remnants of a dark-colored day
like the grey sky on a sad mournful night
Nowhere to be found,
    Fallen out of sight

Horrid, Morbid
    Were the brawling of words
Stabbing the chest like double-edged swords
Like the restless strong winds & the stormy sky
Leaves nothing in the darkness,
even a sigh

Stranded, Undaunted
    was a heart in a melancholic summer
lonely and torn among the rustic infamous dagger
Like a lifeless fallen leaf in an auburn daytime hour
Reminiscent of those days,
    Like a scornful banter

Tormenting, Learning
    Once have been broken and tattered
Sewn together by time and improved character
Neither weak nor devastated
‘Cause this scar has been a memento,
of courage and mirth

WORDS IN INK

Words by with-accusing-eyes (words can mean anything, but in the end, they mean nothing at all) from deviantart.com

“I know that what other people think are not so important as knowing, that the ones in your life you care the most sees your heart in a way that doesn’t need for words.”

Writing is the only way I could pour my heart and soul into. It is the only way in which I could explain myself—why am I like this and that, and what do I really want in my life—and the way with which I always come up with an understanding of my own self. It’s a reflection…a mirror of some sort. This, I realized, is the thing I love doing the most. It’s a gift God has given me to nurture. It’s the only way I could let others look into my heart. I always hate being judged for whom I’m not, and I wanted them to know what lies beneath this skin. Words, I’ve come to discern, aren’t always enough to express, but strong enough to leave an impression. I know that what other people think are not so important as knowing, that the ones in your life you care the most sees your heart in a way that doesn’t need for words. Maybe, it’s one of the best things about family and friends—to let them know you even without telling them. Not everyone knows, though. And I’d like to think that I could reach them with my printed words. This is my world, and I realized that only very few have come into it.

VANISH

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I’m starting to shiver

In this cold quiet ground

Waiting for my hero’s return

To savage my heart’s frozen sound

The heartbeat’s gone

The sun is down

The stars hide

Behind the cloud’s silhouette blinds

The darkness envelope

The misty eyes of love

Behind a river flows

Lost in an ocean’s ghost

I start to shiver

In this lost heart of mine

Deep in a river of sorrow

In the vast lonely night

I cuddle myself for life

While my thoughts linger behind

Why have you deserted me?

Am I not worth the fight?

WHERE ARE THEY NOW?

Sometimes, the people we’ve come to know don’t always stay as they are…and the friends we knew all along are not fated to stay on our sides forever…the promises that were once made are almost always…forgotten.

People change ‘cause they have to, or need to…or maybe, they just wanted to change. It’s not always that the people you’ve come to know remain unchanged all their life. It is part of the life cycle that we undergo metamorphosis. But the hard part is, to accept those changes and to come friends with yet another stranger.