I haven't posted anything in here in awhile. I've been really busy, that's why and many things have happened since then, not very interesting though. I went camping with my friends late June and I wrote a lot during those four days, nothing spectacular, but my feelings anyways. I'm working on a new design for my diary and it'll be ready soon. I'm afraid I'm not gonna use this domain anymore, I want to get away from here and from the military too but I don't want to change the design of this diary, since it always was military and it will always be, this was a time in my life that I don't want to forget but just leave behind. So when I got it all sorted out, I'll let ya know. That I'm gone.
Dear poets,
our souls are bleeding
and we are losing ourselves in every breath,
fearing this may be the end
and then there is nothing else
but the glance from your eyes,
the spark of a summer night,
when we were bright
and shone across the sky.
Dear poets,
where are those days
of smiles and sunshine,
bliss and laughters.
Take me back to those days,
when I was so innocent,
enough that I didn't know.
Please take me where I belong
and leave me there forever more.(That thing about "dear poets, our soul is bleeding" is cuz I saw "Dead poets society" the other day and after watching it, that was the first thing that came to my mind.)
* * *
Your vomit dirties my floor,
wipe out your blood
and the tears you cried
make my sight so blurry.
The pain of a whip and young flesh,
the shouts and this infest
killing me slowly, disgrace.
Your vomit all over me
and your blood in my punch.
Yet you wanna face me
or you just wanna leave,
spit it out baby,
won't hurt you more than it did.
I promise it won't kill you now
if it could have happened before,
and I swear
it won't be for too long.
(I was listening to You know you're right by Nirvana.)
* * *
Dear nobody,
solitary nights under a sky of dust
poured the poison of unforgotten words
and the power of unwritten memories,
blurry pictures and worries.
Stars are falling off tonight
and you never thought I'd say goodbye.
The look in your eyes
was my expected surprise.
PS: But it was late. Too late.
(Thinking about the past.)
go surfing - go fight
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