Published to drafts

I don't want you to see this , don't want it to let it out

but it doesn't matter this is a thing you'll not care about.

I don't know if I'm doing it wrong and being a fucking idiot all along.

But i'ts like your telling me go somewhere else to where I belong.

Am i being too paranoid  Like the one's taking steroids?

 Is this anxiety untrue like the news on the tabloid?

This sucks! this sucks! This sucks!

Being again a desperate wanna be..

Writing this poem that's considered as trash.

Which will be again published to drafts.

three sticks of cigarette and a bucket of beer

Quoted from my favorite song of dong abay entitled Senti

"Ok lang sa akin, 

abutin man ng umaga 

lahat ay gagawin, 

para ka lang, mapasaya 

Mahal ka ba niya, talaga?

Ako, 

mahal kita, mahal na mahal 

mahal na mahal 

mahal na mahal 

mahal na mahal 

mahal na mahal 

mahal na mahal 

mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal"

Still intoxicated...

I just got home.. attended the concert of dong abay , a singer, on wharf galley rock cafe with my close friends namely Malean and Reuben. I just had my greatest day ever... with sarcasm...

I'm thinking of what to use whether a poem or just a narrative to describe my day..

The story goes like this:

 A scheduled lunch

A text message containing a bad news

A shitty lie

A scene I wouldn't want to see






An unwanted anger

A bitter ice cream

A place that should have been mine

A pack of cigarettes

A fake laugh

A bucket of beer

A halted momentum




A shattered dream

A day fucked up.