up, up and away / iliyon
silence with metaphors
searching for that place i could call my own

Everytime I listen to Birdy’s “Not About Angels”, I just want to cry.



Extra Luggage

You dropped me off
and left me a package.

You said —
     ’You were useless.
     That was your

Please, my dear —
     don’t treat me like
     an extra luggage.

(Source: lunafiedd)

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#spilled ink


Nina: Baka kayo magkatuluyan n'yan, ah?
Ako: *umirap nang pabiro kay --, tas natawa*
Siya: *nakangiti nang todo, walang imik*
What you're currently having is an illusion.
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The Third

and there was light
when you came

darkness again;
this time, there was
no sight
to be seen

darkness forever;
and you
were gone
in my dreams

(Source: lunafiedd)


You do not love him.

Have you ever seen his scars? Have you ever felt the tears streaming down his face? Have you ever touched his hand; a trembling piece of art that’s beginning to crumble?

You only claimed to love him when you saw his greatness.

You do not love him.

You are merely under the influence of the illusion that’s embedded in your brain.

(Source: lunafiedd)

Single Drop

There’s nothing in this world
that could make me
unlove you —
     not a single drop of tear,
     not a single drop of elixir.

(Source: lunafiedd)

Will you alienate
me again when
the color of my
skin ceases to
be a novelty?
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why should i carry on living?


Birthdays. Setting fires. Holding hands. Making stew on cold nights. Mountain climbing. Sleep. First dates. Vacation. Spending the day in bed. Buying wedding rings. Exploring a forest. Playing peekaboo with a baby. Watching someone smile genuinely. Camping. Stargazing. Counting rings on a tree. Realizing that someone loves you. Returning that love. Getting drunk for the first time. Smell of old books. Looking through black & white photos. Learning your ancestors’ names. Laughter. Hot chocolate. The feeling of getting back up after falling down. First day of college. Last day of college. Acing a job interview. Screwing one up and realizing it’s not the end of the world. Collecting shells. Sunbathing. Listening to someone’s heartbeat. Sound of waves crashing against shore. Rain hitting a tin roof. Heartbreak that turns into heart-healing. Your own house. Decorating that house. Coming home to someone you love. Hearing the sound of their footsteps on the stairs. Honesty of fall leaves. Their colors. Fresh snowfall. Singing favorite songs off-key. Seeing love come into someone’s eyes. Watching your parents look at each other like the very first time. Sunrise. Sunset. The way fire burns into ash. Smell of a campire. Waking up with light spilling over the sheets. Breakfast in bed. Living long enough to watch wounds heal over. Change. Wilderness. Forgiveness. Change some more. More change. Spring. Flowers blooming, opening up like you can. Good memories. Learning how to forget bad ones. Warm feet in a cold bed. Sleeping with the only person you care about. Waking up to their mouth and arms. Smiles that reach all the way to the eyes. Letting go of balloons like dead weight. Floating in water on your back. Skydiving. Risk. Adventure. First C on a test. First A. Favorite teacher. First poem. Last poem. Holidays with family. Roadtrips. Changing the sheets. Your father’s gnarled hands when he grows old. Grandchildren. Children of your own. Their first day of college. Their graduation. Their wedding. Anniversaries. Making daisy chains. Smell of freshly-cut grass. Pride. Feeling good about yourself. Loving what’s in the mirror. Not being afraid anymore. No more heaviness. No more grief. Survival. Picking berries til your fingers are stained dark. Frost on windows. Holding someone without sex. Sex with love. The joy of swearing. Counting the years you’ve lived. Another candle on the birthday cake. Another mark of victory. That bellyache laugh that hurts all over. But hurts so good. Breath freezing in winter. Feeling that breath on your skin. Someone’s eyelashes blinking into your palm. Accomplishment. Self-worth. Love. Triumph. Sitting under willow trees without weeping. Apologies that get accepted. Understanding that comes from forgiveness. First fight. First makeup afterward. Less hurt. More good.


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Armi Millare - Eyeliner/Pipikit Ako

Usually backed by her band’s electronic sound, it’s rare that we hear Up Dharma Down vocalist Armi Millare in such a raw and stripped-down performance. This haunting track isn’t part of their studio albums, but it’s featured in the closing credits of Pirouette, a short film directed by Alina Co and Malyn Punay (that I badly want to watch but can’t seem to find it anywhere.) Got this gem for free last year when the track’s download feature was still enabled on indiebon’s Soundcloud.

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It wasn’t until
I was out of my mind
that I noticed
the angry people spoke
with their hands,
the happy people spoke
with their eyes,
and the sad people
never spoke
at all.
at all, k.p.k 
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Please tell me how to love you right. Please tell me so that I could avoid doing and saying stuff that would just annoy you and make you want to leave me. Please tell me so that I would know when to stop bombarding you with text messages when it took you so long to reply, when to stop thinking that you are with another girl every time you went out with your “friends.” Tell me so that I would know when to activate being clingy and when to give you space. Please tell me so that I would be able to keep you for a very long time, so that I would be able to keep you til the end of my lifetime.
please teach me how to keep you (m.b)

(Source: maartejade)

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Me: ( makapag jogging na nga at gym ulet )
Me: ( nakakita ng isang Medium Pack ng M n M's sa REF )
Me: ( Mamahalin naman ako ng tao kung sino at ano ako. )
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