tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39604078504403872942024-03-13T13:28:25.886-07:00of lies and secretsblank parchments of borrowed time.joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-86347253610196657332012-02-27T22:43:00.000-08:002012-02-27T22:44:02.663-08:00of stickies and unresolved resolutions.<span style="font-size:85%;">what tangled webs we weave when we practice to deceive..</span>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-18188288498136235662011-12-01T04:17:00.000-08:002011-12-01T04:18:45.814-08:00of epics and unsaid phrases.<span style="font-size:85%;">did you know,<br /><br />life is even more poetic than any work of fiction?<br /><br />and boy,<br />am i <span style="font-style: italic;">thankful</span> for that!</span>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-82622211078353860302011-11-14T01:48:00.001-08:002011-11-14T03:15:34.278-08:00of running and cold acceptance.<span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />your ego will be the death of <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-75411216967901807162011-11-10T19:43:00.000-08:002011-11-10T19:44:14.226-08:00of realization and bedside haze.<span style="font-size:85%;">hello future self,<br />if you're reading this,<br /><br />please wake up!</span>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-68019056019525653562011-11-10T19:28:00.000-08:002011-11-10T19:29:57.891-08:00of advancing time and mementos.<span style="font-size:85%;">as<br />each<br />second<br />passes,<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">our<br />present<br />will<br />become<br />our<br />past.</span></div>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-72992858617023846842011-04-03T19:43:00.000-07:002011-04-03T19:45:23.991-07:00of sudden realisation and yearly events.<span style="font-size:85%;">..wake up boy!<br />we can't have you clinging<br />on the hopes of yesterday can't we?<br /></span>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-16733051705181068202010-04-06T03:33:00.000-07:002010-04-06T03:37:34.025-07:00of silent sighs and constant wonderings.<span style="font-size:85%;">don't run doing small , foolish things<br />that you think will make you happy,<br /><br />i know you're not.</span>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-37716366453222864712009-11-25T00:53:00.001-08:002009-11-25T00:53:33.683-08:00of extended takes and discarded tissue papers.<span style="font-size:85%;">being with you is<br />one heck of a rollercoaster.<br /><br />a ride of joy,<br />and happiness,<br />But also of pain,<br />and sadness..<br /><br />but given the risk,<br />it's a ride i'm willing to take,<br />over and over.<br /></span>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-62725103495968127162009-11-19T20:22:00.000-08:002009-11-19T22:42:07.013-08:00of lingering past and today's condolescence.<span style="font-size:85%;">tell me,<br /><br />how can i compete,<br />with a ghost that's never there,<br />except in your heart?<br /><br />you're right..<br />i <span style="font-style: italic;">can't..</span><br /></span>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-27030456777435795062009-09-02T06:20:00.000-07:002009-09-02T06:22:40.527-07:00of giving up and letting go.<span style="font-size:85%;">i'm tired.<br /><br />tired of you.<br /><br />tired of pretending to be happy,<br />and mostly,<br /><br />tired of being alone.</span>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-17557514255409275592009-09-02T06:04:00.000-07:002009-09-02T06:07:15.682-07:00of certain apologies.<span style="font-size:85%;"><br />sorry if i neglect this blog for a certain time...<br />and now,<br />let the stories commence..<br /><br /><br /></span>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-63483098188682989052009-06-02T05:42:00.000-07:002009-06-02T05:43:08.369-07:00of reluctances and ghosts of the past.<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br />"..it feels like home when i'm with you.."<br /><br /></span>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-10815832094185922532009-05-21T06:26:00.000-07:002009-05-21T06:56:34.084-07:00of contribution and forgotten retributions.<span style="font-size:85%;">as i followed time,<br />around this unknown place,<br />i can see figures from my past,<br />darts around me,<br />even dancing,<br />memories of their meeting,<br />and their parting,<br />grows even brighter by the second.<br /><br />and a thought come by to me,<br />what if i finally stopped,<br />letting time strolling at its pace,<br />and i can linger<br />with all that i hold dear?<br />with all of this <span style="font-style: italic;">perfect</span> moment in time?<br /><br />the answer,<br />comes from the realization,<br />that all around me,<br />did not <span style="font-style: italic;">need</span> me to keep on moving,<br />and i was soon left alone.<br /><br />an empty casing waiting for a decision to move again.<br /><br />to live.<br /><br />again.<br /><br /></span>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-19187466659767051632009-04-16T00:01:00.000-07:002009-04-16T01:36:52.840-07:00of half hearted grins and shady approachs.<span style="font-size:85%;">i really want to write something here,<br />really i do,<br /><br />but all i can think now is ,<br />well, to tell the truth,<br />i have no idea..<br /></span>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-78656681016963898102009-03-03T20:53:00.000-08:002009-03-03T21:05:55.253-08:00of startling revelations and borrowed time.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">a miracle is just an excuse, </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">that we create in our mind,<br />when we have lost hope, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">for something that we held dear.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-83634608641957301492009-01-27T05:13:00.000-08:002009-01-27T05:17:59.662-08:00of static musings and dead sceneries.<span style="font-size:85%;">you're living under a false pretense<br />that your life is not a complete fiasco..<br /><br />it<span style="font-style: italic;"> is.</span><br /><br />and frankly,<br />i find it not that big of a deal.<br /></span>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-19339773735347944242008-12-21T00:51:00.000-08:002008-12-21T01:35:18.968-08:00of drivings and stickshifts.<span style="font-size:85%;">a manual,<br />is like learning to control your life.<br /><br />first you stutters to understand each of its movement,<br />then as the miles rack up,<br />you begin to quicken its paces,<br />and understands your limit and capabilities.<br /><br />and when the road suddenly bends into a curve,<br />you'll know when to take it head on,<br />or slow down a gear or two to take the challenge better,<br />and leave unscathed.<br /><br /><br />ps: just a tidbit of sorts that happen when i try to persuade a certain individual to just abandon his matic car and just drive a manual already..<br /><br /></span>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-47005616103699237272008-12-02T22:57:00.000-08:002008-12-02T23:22:56.833-08:00of cold feelings and hardhips.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">in a city of a thousand blurs,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">and shapes masquerading themselves to be more than a lie,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">i find myself lurking in every corner,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">in pursuit of the true meaning to this feeble existence.</span></div>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-11394954359191707562008-10-28T21:13:00.000-07:002008-10-28T21:14:46.488-07:00of past recollections and indications.<span style="font-size:85%;">our youth are seeping away,<br />yet we still linger here,<br />our shadows melted to the pavements,<br />and our soul ever reluctant to move.</span>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-49667344316506473762008-10-15T09:11:00.000-07:002008-10-15T09:32:40.782-07:00of starry nights and cryptic details.<span style="font-size:85%;">we live in a life crafted by our dreams,<br />and our mind are pieced together by our desires,<br />just like our sympathies that are snapshots of our fears.<br /><br />yet we live on,<br />hoping to wake up from an eternity of dreams.</span>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-11743750129241931652008-09-03T20:35:00.000-07:002008-09-03T20:43:12.310-07:00of ugly truths and consequences.<span style="font-size:85%;">you will be special,<br />you're one of a kind,<br /><br />you're precious.<br /><br />and then he pulls the switch,<br />and the lights start to flicker,<br /><br />and inevitably died.<br /></span>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-15393019726324685262008-09-02T20:41:00.000-07:002008-09-02T20:54:25.608-07:00of hidden meanings and lucrative endings.<span style="font-size:85%;">what hid behind those words scattered in our lives?<br />what whispers beneath all the voices around us?<br /><br />what action we must make to have a proper reaction?<br />or what reaction we must make to justify the action?<br /><br />will we walk, or do we wait?<br /><br />wait for the very moment,<br />when the truth dies to let out the lies it hid behind.<br /></span>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-29208065040493937552008-08-28T00:14:00.000-07:002008-08-28T00:22:36.132-07:00of spoonfuls of taste.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">sometimes, only sometimes, </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">it's the small things that gave us taste </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">to the cake we called life, dear..</span></div>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-80483753674181219012008-07-29T01:22:00.000-07:002008-07-29T01:49:06.408-07:00of lullabies and silver linings.<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i spent a day without you today,<br />perhaps the first of so many yet to come,<br />an entire day wasted only with a series of manufactured laughs and half hearted sighs,<br />each following minute only deepens my pondering of my significance to you.<br /><br />tell me,<br />do you even know that i'm here?<br />no, don't answer that..<br /><br />but dear,<br />let the masses know, <br />that for each and every day i missed without you,<br />i whispered to the lonely halls in my mind,<br />unbroken messages and promises to guide me through the days.<br /><br />if the odds finally favor me,<br />then maybe we can trully see what our future holds,<br />for the two of us.<br /><br />but for now,<br />when my body cannot be with you,<br />at the very least,<br />my spirit will always be.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960407850440387294.post-88041562877192875982008-07-27T22:17:00.000-07:002008-07-29T01:54:47.372-07:00of respites and resolutions.<p><span style="font-size:85%;">sorry for the long hiatus,</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> it seems that i'm neglecting very much in this last two months.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> but that are going to change, my dearest readers,</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> as i vowed to make things different from now on.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">i make a promise to be less ghostly, and more 'visible' in my life.. soul meets body indeed.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and, before we know it, life does goes on, either we like it or not.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">ps: sorry for the less-than-poetic post this time, finding something that rhymes with misery is surprisingly hard.</span></p>joe.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501980500580341887noreply@blogger.com0