Stolen Glance

Random.

Hiding.

Pretending.

Feelings.

Swaying.

Falling.

- dedicato 

'Can I dance with you?'

Huli

Huli.

Behind you, I was staring.

Asking myself why this should happen.

Why you should happen?

Is this the last time?

That I'd be with you.

Or is this the last time,

 My head would take over my heart.

- 'heart, it grows fonder everyday, missing someone'

On the Spot

"On the Spot"

Emotions like people,

they come and go.

Like rides,

they thrill you

like memories,

they fade or remain.


That moment,

I relived.

That exact feeling,

I felt.

That story,

I was inside once more.


Like a strange gun,

pointing straight,

firing without a warning,

hitting the target,

I was shot,

on the spot.




- dedication to the temporary void 

Novel Update

This is my personal and first-day-of-August entry.

I have been working on my novel.

Actually working on three plots.

The nice thing about writing is that you enter a different world.

The entrance makes you a different person, or should I say Several Personalities.

The awkward thing is that you're still an audience, a fan.

You hate hurting the characters you started to love.

You wanted a plot of your own, but you have to unfollow your heart.

That is all for the sake of the story and the readers and perhaps for the characters.

Plot: Difficulty Level

The plot is the hardest for me.

Re-writing so many things because the next ideas would the next scenes.

Emotions, sleepless nights, writing blues.

The story would make you creative,

but the story will consume you. (In a better way, I must say)

It's like a song playing in your head unceasingly.

An LSS - last story syndrome.

Currently

I finished the second plot.

The first story is still hanging.

The third plot has location problems and a bit morbid.

The fourth has its introduction,

but the main subject suddenly turned into something relevant;

and awkward. What could've happen there?

"Spoilers"

In a world where few things remained unrevealed, 

love over fear conquers both worlds.

Worlds forbidden to destruct one another.

A mediator meant to keep the rules.

but...

what if love itself consumes you

Will love still be enough to spare you?

Colors

Colors

Unpredictably predictable

Adversely adverse

Unvividly vivid

Purely pure


Brightly dazzling

Undoubtedly sure

Strikingly gloomy

Conspicuously vague


Partly uncertain

Halfheartedly mundane

Like pleasure in pain

Me and you under the rain

Sweet Summer Rain

Sweet Summer Rain

Did I just find destiny?

Or did it just crossover my path?

A kismet of you and me,

An argentine of my heart.



*mcp

Three Sixty Six

Three Sixty Six View

A hundred entries,

a thousand thoughts,

countless memories,

priceless you.

Fifty-two weeks,

twenty-four hours,

of reminiscence

recapturing you.

A million of adversity,

anamnesis of you,

clustered in heart,

like a thousand splendid suns.

Reason

Undefined Reason


You're there,

I'm here.

I met you once

and never again.

We'll meet again.

Time is unrevealed.

For whatever purpose

Reason is unknown.


- high hopes


*MCP

Minima #2 Whereabouts

Whereabouts

I was

emptied to gain,

broken to be whole,

shut out to be sorted

lost to to be found.

-... thoughts on finding directions

Hiatus Note

July 12, 2016
8:20 PM

Status: Marked Safe

                  Cut cable wires.
              Sparkling parts.

           Broken pen.
         Hiatus note.

       Emergency breakdown.
      Goodbye for now.

    Sending his love,

   iCoreV

Esoteric Affair

A blank stare to oblivion - 

     So many questions - 

     who are you?

      why are you here?

       where did you come from?

It was her oblivion.

   of innocent love --

   obscure but real

   

She was his oblivion.

    unknown to her

    concealed by him

He was her dream

     peculiar, complicated

     his truly, wishful thoughts.

#mcp #red

You get back just when you needed to.