I write in a form of randomness

Everything to me makes sense

Yet to some readers it is all gibberish

Words from someone foolish

But deeper thoughts are in my words

Read carefully and you will know

These are just mere emotions

Of every girl you may know


I write in form of randomness

These thoughts  cramped in my head

Ideas gushing out through words

Along with hidden sentiments

Memories , good and bad

Concerns on things I do  not know

A slight push and they will overflow

Filling up this little piece of note


I write in form of randomness

I understand if this youwould ignore

Not everyone are bound to understand

Nor would some even heed

For I write not for you

Nor to tease your busy mind

But I write to soothe my soul

Letting go of feelings

That I should have done before

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I used to make up stories in my head every time I see portraits.  Pictures to me have great stories.  It has been dubbed to paint a thousand words.  Even moving photographs have their own story going on before it started and after it ended.  A photograph is a glance, that blink of an eye that’s captured.  A moving photograph is a moment captured.  Words spoken before, during and after was never caught, and it’s a secret between the photographer and the subject.  A secret that is kept even if it’s not written.  Unwritten rules are the most followed.  We tend to defy what seems so final.  We tend to question straight answers hoping there’s more to it.

When you’re sad and decide to take a long walk, the sky knows.  Then it whispers, is it going to be you or me today?  Either you or the sky cries, but it always knows that when it starts to cry, you’d cry with it.  But then it’s a secret between the two of you.  The sky knows its tears and you know yours.  Many things you’d want to shout out at the top of your lungs in an open ocean, hoping it’ll be written in the sand, as it’s just wiped away by the waves when the tides change.

I keep on hearing, when it rains it pours but it can’t rain  forever.  When exactly is the day after forever?  I stopped believing in that word a long time ago.  The more challenges you overcome the stronger the winds that come back.  The bigger the dragons you slay, the greater are the next.  It’s a struggle to climb up but when you’ve reached the top, there’s nowhere else to go but down.  Well, isn’t it just great?  Nothing but useless nonsense.


– Juliet – 8132012 – 0227


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She walked into the room with that long velvet navy blue dress.  Caught his gaze even just by standing there from that entrance so simple, yet captivating.  He puts down his poison and starts walking towards her to ask for her hand to dance.  As he was walking towards the dance floor, trying to get through the couples dancing and not losing sight of her.  Just as soon as he went through the last couple, she was gone.  He tried to search the entire ballroom for her.  Even just a glance, he wished, even just another look, even not a dance, he thought.

Just by the time he’s lost hope, there she was, sitting on the chair where he saw her from, at the bar.  Then he took no time to think but to go back and endure once again the same path.  In his quest he swore he’d never take his eyes off of her.  But again with a blink of an eye, she was no longer there as he got there.  Again he searched the entire room with a burning desire for that dance.  Finally he gave up and decided to call it a night.

As he walked right out of the room, he went out of the building and waited for his car.  Then the car door opened, and she was there.

I have been looking for you

I know, you were looking right under your nose the whole time

As his vision got clearer, he recognized a familiar face that he never saw like he did that night.

How can I possibly have such a sight so unforgettable pass me?

It wasn’t yet the right time, had you seen me, it wouldn’t be as unforgettable.