Metaphors

Her thoughts are as high as the clouds,

and her words as wonderful as the colorful skies. More?

Suspended due to heavy downpour, and this is what my rainy day consisted of.

"I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

Maya Angelou (via psych-facts)

"I made myself from all the love you no longer wanted."

Iain Thomas - I Wrote This For You (via psych-facts)

Aftermath of tangent lines

They say math says the saddest of stories.

I actually agree.

Such as failing the subject itself, or the endless possibilities of the love stories and the puns you can make out of the math topics.

For example, parallel lines tells us that two people have so much in common but are never destined to meet, or asymptotes where two people can get as close as possible but will never be together. While the love in conditional statement where the love two can share are equal, or the desire applied as an identity statement where the love can be confirmed as true, or in an inconsistent statement where the love is in an awful result and considered as false.

Many math lessons can be compared in a metaphorical way with love, but I experience the art of tangent lines and it’s love story most of the time; it just so means that I happen to stumble upon meeting a guy, and I end up being in love at first sight with his physical aspect, making me want to know him better, then we part ways… forever.

I’m not saying that I’m currently looking for love, it’s just that what I feel every time I see strangers that I actually want to know more, I end up having this infatuated feeling.

Is this even normal, or I’m just carried away by my own captivated thoughts?

"Those who are heartless once cared too much."

—  –Unknown (via psych-facts)

Faulty

You try and discover other people’s imperfections, and when you do, you shamelessly laugh at them, ignoring the fact that you yourself is imperfect as well.

You’re not making the world a better place at all.

Why make fun of something so beautiful? Imperfections are attractive, you just fail to see it’s worth.

"What if you didn’t run? This one time. What if you stayed, and let love overtake you?"

josh bennett (via angiewrites)

I might lose everyone but at least I’d have you.

(via teenmommy0610)

(via mommyandmrs0610)

"Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people."

— Carl Jung (via psych-facts)

"Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are."

— Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger (via wordsnquotes)

(via mommyandmrs0610)

You said you’ll always be on my side,

but where were you as I try so hard not sob soundly as the world falls apart on me?

Streets.

The time has come for me to go seek for more adventures; now that my college life started.

I have actually done good for the first 2 days of attending my new school, and I don’t regret anything so far, besides from not bringing my camera as I lurk the streets of Makati with some of my new friends.

For the time being, most people are entitled to stay in their homes due to the storm that hit our country. But I guess I just wanted to feel free and tell the world (or just fill up my blogspace, no biggie) what I’ve been up to recently.

This just in, I fell in love with the streets of Makati. And if a place falling in love with a person’s feelings towards itself is possible, I hope it did. 

I love the art painted on the walls of the underpass I go through, the warm yet bearable heat the environment gives, the people walking all over the place off to different destinations, the fine work of beauty of the buildings everywhere to be seen, the cars rushing on the roads, the ayala triangle and the kind of green it gives, the freedom you feel as you walk around the place, discovering new commute routines, and so much more!

As The 1975 says, if you want to find love then you know where the city is.

Oh the perks of being a slight probinsyana.

For the past days I’ve been waking up way too early and having the bus I ride in travel for an hour for me to arrive in my destination….which, by the way, is a real hardship in my part. Being a nocturnal person and staying up all night for that’s when my creative juice comes flowing.

But it has it’s positives. I met new friends and actually had the time to go have milk tea and just waste time chattering around, sharing each other stories and first impressions and what we really are as human beings.

I doubt anyone is even reading this.

So yeah, that’s what’s been up. 

The sky above me and it’s metaphor

I remember that particular day when I walked at one of my favorite spots in the village where I live in, where the painted colors on the skies are clearly seen on the view before me as the wind tousles my hair while I listen to my “chill but feels” playlist.

I can’t help but notice that the sky before me was just a mix of different shades of blue, and nothing else. It was actually kind of sad since I loved it every time the skies makes a masterpiece with different kinds of color palettes. 

And I keep on walking as I listen to my tunes…then felt something behind me, so the natural thing to do was to turn around. 

When I did, I saw the sky behind me was the most colorful I have ever seen. As if it painted a very wild showpiece and I ended up creating a hurricane of thoughts myself.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I learned something in here. And it’s that we cannot see the future which leaves us a plain canvas, and it’s up to us to paint more, and when I turned around and saw the sky that’s pretty much more colorful than the one I first faced just so means that we human beings have been way through many multicoloured adventures. We painted that sky by gong on through thick and thin… And it’s really beautiful to see.

So…yeah. I guess don’t regret what you’ve been through; good or bad. Since from where you’re standing at right now, you can just look at the beautifully made canvas you did and say “that’s what I’ve been through”

And yes, I know in particular that I’m not really good with words as much as the wordsmiths out there, but yeah I’m trying my best and I just do hope that you get what I mean.

I am just aroundBut cannot be easily found.What am I?I am lost.
I rudely go through walls,and nothing can stop me.What am I?I am a ghost.
I can hold so much,Until I get enough.What am I?I am a part of me.
I am rememberedas time goes by.What am I?I am a memory.
What am I, really?Don’t you see?I am a fiction of my imagery,a lost ghost,that makes me rememberthe part of methat is now justa memory.

I am just around
But cannot be easily found.
What am I?
I am lost.

I rudely go through walls,
and nothing can stop me.
What am I?
I am a ghost.

I can hold so much,
Until I get enough.
What am I?
I am a part of me.

I am remembered
as time goes by.
What am I?
I am a memory.

What am I, really?
Don’t you see?
I am a fiction of my imagery,
a lost ghost,
that makes me remember
the part of me
that is now just
a memory.

The sky above me painted a beautiful hurricane,similar to what I’ve just been through.

The sky above me painted a beautiful hurricane,
similar to what I’ve just been through.

Senses
I am your ear,you are my words,willing to listen to your every emotion,understanding your utmost perceptions.
I am your eyes,you are the colorful skies,the beauty all over my sight,yet the dark negativity deep inside.
I am your adorable nose,you are the good smelling flowers,making me appreciate your every quality,the existence of your every worthy.
I am your tongue,you are my sour candy,not as bad as it can be,yet one of the adored confectionery.
I am your hands,you are my strength,the reason for my strong being,avoiding the hurt and the aching.
// t.p.

Senses

I am your ear,
you are my words,
willing to listen to your every emotion,
understanding your utmost perceptions.

I am your eyes,
you are the colorful skies,
the beauty all over my sight,
yet the dark negativity deep inside.

I am your adorable nose,
you are the good smelling flowers,
making me appreciate your every quality,
the existence of your every worthy.

I am your tongue,
you are my sour candy,
not as bad as it can be,
yet one of the adored confectionery.

I am your hands,
you are my strength,
the reason for my strong being,
avoiding the hurt and the aching.

// t.p.