In the future:
- There will be no more straight or gay individuals but just people who fall in love with whoever they fall in love with
- It will be immoral and illegal to eat meat
- Prisons will be medical institutions aimed to treat criminals. All criminals will be treated like patients instead of scum
- People will stop believing in religion
- It will be illegal for countries to issue visas and to deny ordinary citizens from entering a country
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Note: I found this old poem that I wrote back in Aug. 8, 2002 Thursday and Nov. 17, 2002 Monday
Dig until eternity
And you shall find my soul.
Journey down to the bottom of my heart
Where it is calm and kind,
Sleep until you feel comfort
So you’ll be soft and mild.
If you want to leave your footprints,
Don’t leave to me your evil,
Leave to me your friendship,
And remember you I will.
Continue reading “Time and Space”
I found an old notebook where I wrote stuff, so I decided to post them here.
Now I’m more than cold,
I’m more than ice,
I’ve sold my soul for about twice
For me to hold you once again
I wish to keep you
Till my dying end
Paano ako napunta dito?
- Done This (July 12, 2001)
Why does it feel like we’ve done this in another lifetime?
- Make the World Shut Up (2003)
Make the world shut up,
Get the hell out of me.
I like who I am,
Who the hell are you to tell me how to breathe?
- Catharsis (Oct. 13, 2003)
She was screaming, “Catharsis”
Like as if calling to the gods.
She was planning a vendetta
So she can even out the odds.
Continue reading “Random Things I Wrote about Love and Other Feelings 4”
Recently, I’ve been reading my 2015 diary (specifically my Colorful Leaves Diary, Vol. 31), and I realized that there are so many things that have changed about me.
I no longer want to get rich.
I used to want to have a business by the age of 30. I’m 31 now, and still no luck with that goal, but more than that, it’s not a goal anymore. This is because I got exposed to activism, specifically to people who are socialists. I don’t completely understand socialism yet, so I can’t say I’m a socialist, but I realized that capitalism is fucked up. Someday it will be immoral to be a millionaire. Why would one person need that much money? Why would one person need 10 cars? How can one person hoard that much money and feel nothing when he or she sees a hungry and homeless person in the street? How can a person live in such extravagance and then at the same time say that he or she does not have enough money to pay for the people that he or she employs?
I do want to become more financially stable, but just enough to meet my needs. Right now, I still get money from my mother, so I want to be able to be financially independent someday. That’s why I am working on my masters, and I told our chair that I want to start talking about how to get tenured. I am also trying to find a part-time job to supplement my teaching income. If ever my efforts generate more income than I need, then I hope that I will not be greedy, that I will actually give away my extra wealth.
Continue reading “Things That Have Changed About Me”
These are things I found in my old notebook.
- Pain is Great (July 11, 2002)
Pain is great
When you lose your faith
You have an extra feeling
So you don’t feel empty
Go through life like a storm, like a storm
I hope far away is as far away as I think it is
Please can I be far far away from the only one I have ever loved?
Can I please have a ticket to anywhere away from you?
Continue reading “Random Things I Wrote About Love and Other Feelings 3”
I found these things in my old notebook, so I decided to post them in my blog.
Can you kill me?
Can you kill me good?
Coz I can’t live a day without you
For you will be immortal to me even if I won’t be immortal to you
Oh I know you’ll really love me if you loved me
- Window that won’t open (Nov. 7, 2010)
I don’t want to be the one who cries and screams I love you to a window that won’t open
Affection from you must always be held suspect
Continue reading “Random Things I Wrote About Love 2”
So I found this old notebook where I wrote fragments of poetry and songs. I guess that someday I want to expand these ideas into actual poems and songs, but for nowI decided to post it here in my blog.
- So Many Things That I Hate (Written July 7, 2003)
There are so many things in life that I hate and you’re one of them
Revival from the dead
Did you hear what I just said
Revival from the dead
Done and said
Coz you were that blissful electricity misery
- Worst Thing About Love, Playing It Cool
The worst thing about falling in love is trying to play it cool, when you’re not cool; you’re crazy.
Continue reading “Random Things I Wrote About Love and Other Feelings”