the last judgement..

poetic disarray...

i don not know how to handle this feeling.l..
here i am tonight,
sitting,
cryi8ng at the corner of my room..
all i'm facing now is the floor..
i can only see the dusts,
the blackness,
nothing more..
i feel sad and empty about what's happening..
i wish that someday someone will be proud of me..
tell the world how gorgeous, loving, and intelligent i am..
but then,
i know that it will happen after a long period of time...
after i'm gone..
lying cold in my coffin..
six feet below the ground...

politics..

the world of politics is really dirty..
i do not understand these politicians..
why do they have to kill each one of them?
is it because of power? fame? fortune?
well, for whatever reason they have,
i know that they are wrong..

in the first place,
they are at their position because of the people..
they are at the government to serve the people who voted for them..
they supposed to be the one whose working for us..
not us working for them..

i do understand that unity is a big factor for a country to be progressive..
but of course, the government and the people placed there are a big factor..

the Philippines..
the officials are corrupt..
the people just always comment..
no unity..
no progression..

but i do know that somewhere and somehow,
there are a lot of people here who makes a difference
and will be a big part for this contry's progression..

raindrops...

the busy drops of the rain,
it made me feel uncomfortable..
i wonder if someone could hear me
scream, moan, and cry..
my very intense weeping goes with the rain..
so busy,
so cold,
so harsh..
please, let everyone hear me!!
i'm dying!
dying in darkness!
dying in silence..