a tiny fragment from a big universe.

i've had a long conversation with myself, i think thats what made me occupied when i'm alone. maybe thats what triggered me to write again, i need to rant. besides, i made this blog for that purpose. i need to rant.

we all have our demons inside of us, mine would be voices that won't stop talking. the doubts, the paranoia came from that voice. for the longest time i ignored it. i kept it away in a small box inside of me, locked so no one could ever find it.

it worked.
for awhile.

the more i kept it deep down inside, the more louder it became. the voice breaks trough that tiny box. all it wanted was something simple, it needs to be heard. it needs to be acknowledge. but i'm too much of a coward that i'm afraid if i open that box, the demon will jump out and eat me alive. so i denied it, over and over again. i put it inside another box so the chances of it coming out are slimmer.

it went silent.
for awhile

it started to bang even more louder than before, and by that time i'm terrified so i put it inside another box hoping that it'll stop. this time, i put chains and more locks. i wrapped it in a hurry because i'm too afraid to touch the box. maybe this time it'll stop.

it was peaceful.
for awhile

i start to grow weary of it, i start to blame the box for everything i do. its not me! its the box.
time goes by and at first i glanced at it when it made a sound. i proceed to come closer, each week getting closer and closer. finally, i sat right next to it. the closest i've been with the box for awhile.

as days, months, years went by i start to undo all the chains and locks, i put aside all the wrappers, i took it out from the boxes i've thrown it in. i see the last box that i had to open. i waited for more to know what i'm doing is right.

as i opened the box in fear, to my surprise, i saw myself crawling out from the box. it became bigger and quickly grown to my size. i saw myself, in the way i hated. but the longer i stare, the longer i know that its me. i know that is myself i shunned for years.

we stood face to face for quite sometime, we stood there in silence.
i was trembling in fear but i still stood there. i looked at the demon's face and just know, it wants to be heard, it wants to be acknowledge.

and so i did.
by the time i'm wrote this, i'm not fully in terms with my demon, but i know that its there, and it lives within me since the very beginning of my time here. i'm learning to coexist with it as i am a human with flaws. maybe one day, we'll become one without any of us trying to hurt each other.

enough is enough.

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i question myself a lot
be it about life, love, or maybe why the sky is blue
but today, i asked myself
whats my purpose in life before i bid adieu

i don't have a past to be proud of
nor a shiny trophy or anything you can name
do i hate myself for it? maybe i do
maybe this whole time i'm the one to blame

but today, i surrender,
in the mighty arms of the universe
to take me wherever she grants
for i am small and insignificant in her eyes

i want to put all of my worries and doubts
all the painful past
all the clouded thoughts
all of my being.

for i am yours, universe,
i am sorry i have wandered too far
i want to come home
and be with you, once and for all.

a little bit of this insignificant being, you'll find a whole piece.

i tend to forget things, be it an important date or as simple as names. i have this fear that one day i'll forget about things, i'll forget who i loved, maybe one day i'll forget about who i am. its not a decent thought to think about. so i tried writing which i usually write it in a piece of paper and ended up mixed with my snots, i had a notepad which i have no idea how to read it anymore. then i tried having a blog (again) but i have this fear too that people will see it and judge me for who iam, and of course as millennial as i could possibly be; i have an instagram - two to say the least, one for my friend and one just for me to rant. i tried every platform to leave my mark.

so, this post is to sum up what i can save from my writing and  a peak from my instagram account.
this is not your usual rant, its just me, wanting to remember.

my instagram consist my rants about how i feel, my favourite things in any kinds of form, poems of sort, and a bit about myself. of course as you can see, those are my tattoos; complete with their meanings for me on the caption so i wont forget.

few of my writings that survived my recklessness. consist of dark, gloomy, self pity kind of writings. i tried just to calm myself down as i write, but often times, i'm more lost than before.

wanting the unwanted

i was born in a really dysfunctional family, run by pride, powered by shame for parting. since i was really young, both were never there and i grew up without any role models to look up to. one slumbers in the morning, and one was absent due to work. i grew up just because i was born. they have been preaching about love but never actually set an example for me, for their only child.

i grew up not in their loving hands but instead inside this empty room.
i grew up not with sing alongs but instead mockery and cries every night.
i grew up not with family vacations but instead kidnapping and abduction.
i grew up not with them but only by myself and any maid at the moment.

growing up, i just know that i have to call them mom and dad, but i didn't know what it meant. i used to have sleep overs at my cousin's house. i saw them every night sitting in their dining room to eat and have a family time. subconsciously, i was jealous because i could never have that. so there i was, growing up as a stray child who happens to have a home.

i would often have a fight with them, cursing them to die since they do nothing but a burden. i'm not even sorry for saying so. i've lost count on how many times i wished for them to die or i how i never see them as my parents since they were never from me. i've ran away so many times just to hear the same lies; we're sorry.

they would at times forget about my birthday and i grew up to accept that fact. also, they would fight because of me, for being the failure i am. the neglected child who they're ashamed for having is now depressed and been repressing since they wouldn't believe me for being so. they would see me as this thing and my surroundings caused me this. it was mainly because of them.

"its your fault now your kid is like this!"
"this kid is troubled, can't you see?"
"now what can we do with this mess?"
those are the words they would throw. they didn't realise they were screaming and i'm just a room away.

a certain point i ran away from all of this and did drugs, both chemical and organic. i took pills and smoked in my room to ease the pain and forget about everything. those were the things that calmed me. inanimate objects wins against the living and who gave birth. i have no friends and my lover is away. now i'm alone again in this room.

yes, it hurts.
at times it stings to hear those words.
why wouldn't you accept the mess you bring and be responsible?
why wouldn't you stop and listen how i'm turning insane?
why wouldn't you want me?
why wouldn't anyone wants me and put me as a trophy for once?

why wouldn't you want the unwanted?

a man from north came to visit to wake me up

when will you stop?

i'm guessing not in this life, not when you're still alive.

you're a pain.

me? a pain? you should see you contracted you - us for that matter and see who is the pain

what do we get for this?

some things happened way before this, i'm not surprised you don't remember.

so do you?

no, i don't.

and after we conversed about many things, a glimpse of who am i, a little bit of everything. i became more at ease talking to the voice that i repressed for lord knows how long. the more i talk, the more i felt familiar with everything and my purpose. crazy? i think so too. to be really fair, a side of me doesn't like this, i don't want to be crazy talking baloney. after all, i despise those people - pity, i am becoming one of them.

after 21 years setting foot, i asked why now? why not sooner? better yet, why not never? i showered myself with hurricanes of questions that never cease to end just to find myself in square one.
then comes the greater question, why me out of all people it can contact, it has to be me. i can't even finish anything right, let alone being in a contract with it.

but little by little, i have finally grasped where i am from, why i am here but still don't know, why me. i can't be greedy, can't i? at times, i wished myself to not know any of this stuff, being blind for my own good. i have not yet come to terms with that, but where things are going, i'll be there soon enough. when i'm ready to face everything and accept everything that has been happening.

all i know, the place i'm from is not made of glitters and gold. desperation and tears are just dust there, i won't be explaining much, besides, this platform is where i keep my thoughts from going anywhere. so this is just a reminder. there will come a day where i'll leave, once this is done and maybe by then, i'm free.

hello from the other side of me, a dream journal to say the least?

a girl, my ex and you.

my ex gave me rose, the girl wanted me just a dose.

it all happened so quickly, time moved pretty swiftly

i stood there with a hole that never ceased to close.

i guess in that dream we weren't together?

i think, i saw you were busy with another?

what was that look? i cant really tell.

the girl beside me was working on a spell.

for a moment there, i thought i didn't know you.

you're different, was tired and empty too?

i tried to reach, but i didn't have the guts.

maybe they're right, i am just a silly klutz.
 

i saw my ex running towards me, with the familiar face i saw years back.

i put on my jacket, walk through the door not giving any fuck.

i saw you again, with eyes all puffy and body so stiff.

i didn't have the guts, i walked pass and light the spliff.

my phone rang, it was a text.

it felt familiar is as if i know what will happen next. 

i was running away from my dreads.

before i know it, i woke up with no string on me and only sweats.

a girl, my ex and you.

the dream was weird, the kind that makes your spines tingle.
the sadness, the joy, the feeling was too real for me to say it was a dream.
i woke up with confusion, like that time i took lsd and woke up with frustration.
i looked at my wrist, its getting worse with infection. at least i know this is real.
i guess i should just take a pill of joy that the doctor once prescribed me with, i took it for fun, but i should take it for my life.
and when i feel a bit better, i'll have the guts to say goodbye forever.

you pay doctors to tell you your worst nightmare and still be okay with it

confused, dazed, and a palm of self hate
neat splinters and long sleeves, so people wont have to squint.

my wrist itches, every now and then,
but then again, isn't it only myself to blame?

hey look, its the frankenstein! their eyes trying to say
but i guess they're right, or its an understatement
for them, its just jokes for days,
for me, its the price it gotta pay.

this slab of meat has nothing on its feet
all is numb, what is bitter sweet?
its time to go before death comes to greet
maybe by then i'll be something who doesn't wilt.

christmas night wasn't that merry for me

" you will have everything you desire but it will have a price."

a soul? life?

"no, regret."

i'm making a deal with you, his representative and you're talking to me. if i give up something, i receive something. i know how this works.

"go on. i know yours wont be selfish."

by now you should know, no souls matters to trade.

"behold, all souls are mine; the soul of the father as well as the soul of the son is mine: the soul who sins shall die."

i am never alive, you want something else. it is never easy talking to you.


"you're a smart one, i'm trading for regrets. for what awaits you then, you already know."


the future is never sure, for now leave me alone.


"are you sure?"


i am. go on, be gone. before that, i never catch your name. i couldn't care less how you find me.


"people who reads knows me as memphistopheles."


i have a feeling i'd meet you soon, after i talked to them.
but thank you, maybe next time i'll serve beside you again.
 

and by that, i was alone again. christmas did took an unexpected turn for me.

it was sugar and spice, but not everything was nice

he was 13 at the time
he wanted a playstation
so he wont feel that lonely

he was 14 at the time
he wanted new shoes
so he could run faster

he was 15 at the time
he wanted a new shirt
so people know its his day

he was 16 at the time
he wished to be happy
so he knows how to be grateful

he was 17 at the time
he wished for time of his own
so he knows he is loved

he was 18 at the time
he wished for hard liquor
so he can forget that day

he was 19 at the time
he wished to be remembered
so he knows that he's alive

he was 20 at the time
he wished to be okay
since none of he wanted ever came true

he is 21 today
he didn't wish anything
because he know it was just another day

happy birthday.

dont wander around too far, you'll get lost alone.

you should be happy!
you don't need to wake up 3 in the morning to talk.
you can have your sleep just like you use to do.

you should be happy!
you don't have to hit your head if you said something stupid.
you no longer have those bruises you have to hide.

you should be happy!
you can put yourself first again than others.
you usually do that in order to avoid heartbreaks.

you should be happy!
you now can find your own happiness.
you don't have to make anyone happy to make yourself happy.

you should be happy!
you no longer aim your fist at the dry wall.
you can hang pictures or write with that hand.

you should be happy!
you can hang out more with your friends.
you no longer have to check the time and doing simple math when you do so.

you should be happy!
you can be on your game without having to leave the game early.
you now can have those winning streaks you love.

you should be happ--

i stopped you there as i'm starting to pick what's left of me.

i know how to be happy and none of those matters anymore.

i know i dont need you to come here.

i know what i need.

let me, for now, walk alone and be broken as i figure myself of who i am once more.

one points at you, three at me and one to remind me where do i stand

people talking. i should stop my bad habit of eaves dropping. its not my fault, i have two functioning ears. the more i listen, the thought of having a normal life urges. no, it's not that my life is not normal, its kind of hard to explain. according to wikipedia, normal is to have a functional body in which i am. but to tell you the truth, i think as the time grows the meaning has changed.

normal. is. a. dirty. word.

i am writing as the rain drops, the smell of cigarettes lingers and the rush of my sugar intake is kicking in. or maybe i'm just finding something to blame when i feel disoriented. then again, haven't i always?

lets talk about being horrible shall we? i am a one horrible friend or a human being. i am horrible in general, not the best human too. using and abusing mentally are just few of many to what i did to them. no i dont feel bad about doing so, more to, i feel lost. the more i spit lies, the more i am confused of who i am, really. at one point i lied too much, i mixed up of who i am in front of my friends. 

am i fun and out going one, or did i portayed as the silent one to this person?

again, one of many questions i ask to myself when i'm around people. and now, i guess i'm too far from where i start and i'm lost. i wish i know how to be me. i wish i know how to function. i wish i know how to be normal. if i can count how many people i've hurt i'd still wouldn't be able to do so. maybe in the future i'll tell about this blog to public, maybe and just maybe, in hopes (even though this is stupid) anyone who knows me, stumbled upon this writing of mine, knows how sorry i am.

this is an apology to those that i never tell the truth. this is an apology to those i have misused. this is an apology to those that i have hurt. this is me, apologizing for being unaware and think too highly of myself and inflicting chaos here and there.

i wish i know how to atone my wrongdoings and fix every single bits and pieces of the things i broke and failed to mend. i am not hoping much, but know this is a desperate plead after looking back to the things i left behind; like a child who left his toys unused scattered on the ground leaving mess around the house.

i am sorry, you. i have caused too much.

 

crumpled wet piece of paper

everything is greyer. even if its sunny.
everything is louder. even when its quite.
everything is slow. even when you're running.
everything is heavy. even without any clothes on.
everything is a mess. even you cleaned everything.

i feel suffocated. but there's too much space.
i feel tired. but i've been in bed all day.
i feel sad. but everyone is so happy.

but thats not the problem.
nobody notice anything.

whatever happened to those people who said "silent screams screams the loudest"

everyone is deaf and i'm starting to lose my voice

i guess none of us will know what the future hold for tomorrow

if i give you my freedom
will you hold it
is as if its your world?

if i give you my everything
out from nothing
will you see it as whole?

if i do the impossible
against the odds
will you still see me as a human?

if i took an arrow to the knee
will you pick me up
and walk by my side?

if i give you two keys
with you knowing fully what lies
which will you open for me?

if i give you all the things
that you never seen before

will you still seek what you lost?

dear anyone who reads this,
this is another of your daily dose of nonsense. i promise- no, i'll try not to be this sappy later on. cause i can't promise you anything. i tried not to, but the more i tried
the more tissues, pieces of papers, sometimes even my hand is filled with my writings.
i guess its the distance, the things that happened, or maybe its just me being me, need somewhere to rant.
either way, i am sorry.

dear you,
i am writing this out of the blue, amidst people shouting and screaming.
at times, i continue when i'm in a moving car.
it has been bothering me for awhile, and i cant seem to spit it out.
a lot has happened and i guess a lot will happen more.
i hope you'll stay.

but in the end, i would want you to know

you are my every reason the things i do and i want to do

i guess i already said you this, but i will say this again:

you are both my salvation and my destruction at the same time. i am certain that in the end i'll be breathing or dead because of you.








and that is exactly what i want you to do to me.

one made love to my body and one made love to my soul

unraveled clothes

i love you

 sharing heat

i love you so much 

gentle movements

i love you so much it's unreal

 muffled moans

i love you so much i am questioning myself

 racing breathes

i shouldn't be loving someone this much

 screams of pleasures

nevertheless,i love you.

shivering flesh

a few hundred micrograms

i want you to put me on your tongue 

and i will dissolve and you will taste the stars in your mouth

i want you to touch my skin; feel my flesh 

and trace every parts till you find my long lost soul

i want you to be disorientated with everything

and having trouble figuring out whether to kiss me or admire me

tell me your favourite colours and i'll be as lovely as a lavender dress 

as it spun under the beaming sun

tell me what you fear, what you are terrified of
and i'll show you the devil inside me will protect you

tell me everything that you want to be 

and we'll be everything above anything

i want the time to stop ticking 

because a minute are a bunch of shy sixty and it moves pretty swiftly

i want to stop and see how the moon moved to your eyes reversedly

yet it still glows when you are standing amidst sea of people

i want to show you the unknown so you know how far

this feeling pushed to the other side

i want you to know that what i intended to kill
actually kills me without me knowing

pieces of my writings that i randomly found, awhile ago.

the other side of the moon isn't so dark for you

for all that has happened in this past few years, i never could actually recall what has happened. it's like, i've been in auto-pilot mode for most of the times. oh indeed, its frustrating. so most of the time i cry myself to sleep, or at times, i would just exhaust myself in hopes that i might wake up in an asylum for my daily medication. now, don't worry, i am not sad, i am just -- overwhelmed. if these wall can talk, i'd bet they'd be screaming at me asking for me to apologise for all the blood stains from time to time.

as i continue being a parasite in this world, i noticed that not only the sturdy wall began to crack, also my consciousness. it crumbles every time the doubt comes knocking in. the line between reality and fantasies began to fade. spazzing, morphing, shaking, disorientated. the showering questions about what is real and what is not keeps on repeating, it kept going on, like a broken radio searching for tune. these hands are busy covering my head while it was already covered with splinters. every now and then i can hear the muffled screams from the insides that will ache any soul who ever dares to listen to it.

little by little, i stopped myself from growing, cut all the things i loved, stoop to the lowest level. i became someone who i never knew before. at first, i thought, i was alive. succumbing into any substances, to any person i came across with. but just with a blink of an eye, everything falls into tiny little pieces in front of my eye. i am back to square one where i am lost, i am just another cog in the machine just to blend in and interact with these people who doesn't know anything.

time passed, i was wandering aimlessly and for the love of god, and the cruelty of the universe's joke, i stumbled upon her. which till this day, i can't put my fingers whether i found her, or the other way around. like a black sand magnet, i was drowning to her force. this time, i wasn't even trying to escape. i wasn't struggling. for once, i let the world took control over this slab of meat. not knowing or fearing whatever lies next.

first, i noticed that she was covered nice clothes, showered with affections everywhere and here i am, standing, covered with scars and there is nothing beautiful about. i tried my best to keep it hidden from the outside world, from her, in hopes that only me and god knows such things exists here, in my body. besides, nobody wants a wreck, right? everyone has their own mess to deal with. hence, i never show anything to anyone; especially to her.

as we let time freely roams, i sank and float. till i began to drown deeper. automatically, i tried my best to hid every scar that i have, in hopes she'll see me as a person, a functioning human being. not as a monstrous being who walks in daylight and lurks in the dark. it went well for quite sometime. but, cursed my mouth, it wont stop spilling the horrid truth of my being. it wasn't supposed to be like this.

it all started when i was with her. embracing each other's heat and she accidentally touched my scars. before i could jerk away from her, she managed to slid the shirt i wore of off me. and there i was, i stood in front of her; bare, nothing to hide and was vulnerable. she starts to trace from the most visible ones till the ones you have to squint your eyes.i held my breathe hoping for the worst to come. but instead, she starts to kiss and telling me it was nothing.

night after i was in my room, i couldn't stop thinking what happened the other day. i needed somewhere to rant, so i did. it came into my surprise that my phone dinged, notifying that i have received a new message. it caught me off guard, the whole conversation break down my walls and me being on my knees. after awhile for being dead, i learned how to breath. i was no longer a monster. i was a human and i felt alive.

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"are you okay? i saw your post earlier, i'm mildly concerned."

"i am ok. i was just thinking what happened, what you saw."

"if kissing your scars and telling you you're beautiful aren't convincing enough for you, then tell me how"

"thank you, though."

"why should you be thanking me when i do things that make myself happy? i like you that much..

..it goes without saying i accept you and your scares. literal and metaphorical scars."

and by that, she was one of the rare kind ones to see me as whole.

take a peek through the cracks of my walls to see what lies inside

"you know, i don't know what's worst. you crying alone or you're making his death as an excuse."

i hear a familiar voice echoes as i am washing my face.

"i know you, you can't lie. i've been watching you crying these past few nights. i didn't expect this night would be bloody."

i didn't even bother, i dried my face and looked for aspirins and first aid kit.

"it's inside the cupboard, you always put it there. incase something happens; something like this."

there was a long pause, none of us move from where we are.

"i'm guessing this will be a long night, huh? this will be fun." 

i stood there, looking sharply at the mirror.

"you should stop, you know? i'm just stating the obvious here. i don't want you to die"

i would shout, but i don't want to wake the neighbours.

i heard chuckles.

"aren't you tired? look at you, every night. you're a mess, scattered, train-wreck. heck! a wreck."

i clenched my fist, struggling in control.

"you were happy, you were--"

the voice stopped only for the sound of shattered mirror fills the room.
i cant control my tears from falling, let alone the blood dripping from my wrist and my fist.

i left the bathroom and immediately look for the aspirins.
i took the aspirin and closed my eyes.

both are to be swallowed and leave a bad taste in my mouth.


i guess i should've listen to myself more.