My dearies,

Annie, Diana and my beautiful baby Prunella. The Past was the most loving life you made me realize you three were the ones that made it complete. Annie my anxieties, you are mine to cast tomorrow and the most alluring shame of mine. Diana of all bittersweet depression. You and I always make love of my misery and innermost pain. Please keep the blame we gather and spend most lovingly. Prunella, my sweetest pasts that lies to begin that won’t ever end. You will be my vampire queen that sucks me into those depths where my own leviathian of my … Continue reading My dearies,

Kamay

Buong buhay ko, gusto sana maparis sa yo. Kaso nga lan, ayaw mo. Buti hindi ako tumulad sa yo. Because kung nagawa ko yun. I would be first a spitting image of your own galit sa mundo. Kaso nga lan, I will not do so. Kaso nga lan, I do not want that. Your grudge, grumpy and grinchy ways will be yours. Sa inyo lan yan. I will le ave it at that. I did not want anything of my life, yet you handed me, mine. Still you are and will be that one that is like an unchanging spot, … Continue reading Kamay

. . . papa hirapan ko pa ba ang aking; mata sa kaka iyak. puso para magdugo. kamay sa aking mga abilidad. Kaso lan, paano pa kung . . . eto ay andyan. eto ay pakita pa. eto ay nakita sa yo. How the hell of a fuck, must I be so naive to think. . . you can at least know what I had gone thru. In a way, I want and need to dig deep and will, I want and need to dig deep and cry of all tries, I want and need to dig deep for you … Continue reading

Bored of view

I dunno, why of all I did, yet I know and known; I needed of attention from. Though u R mine by a paper, and the years I wished near you, wanting to give all of my life; now I want to get out as soon, as I needed an excuse just to remove myself; coz I cannot stand your essence of each moment of presence. Is it that simple, The big “D” has to be there so all of my woes and existence, do disappear instantly and all of joyous smirks I’ll ever have. Is that possible, Can it … Continue reading Bored of view

My life is an idea, my mind is a concept, where my heart of my emotions are nothing of my devotion. To a concept of all the stress that lingers, in and out of my consciousness. in and out of dreams of absolute non sense. in and out of my own life’s decision that was revoked. Because of all, you still think you still believe you still have faith, That I cannot live under your yoke. Only your lip can be shut by yourself. Only your lip can be zipped by yourself. Thereof nothing I can do, but not to … Continue reading

Focus of hatred

An idea of all concept will be a construct lies, not of the firmament of all foundation. Yet it solidifies here where my bone is lodged in the memory of hatred, because that of focus of rage is the fuel I need. . . not to move, not to begin, neither or either where my insanity lies. You of all, should have at least gave love, in spite of it all. You kept your jealousy for yourself and a selfish greed that knows no evil only to yourself. Continue reading Focus of hatred

A dismal day(images in 2018)

A purple moon shone once upon a dismal day in a life of Cain’s dissaray. A smirk once shed a smile on her eye’s that shone only a viloent lust that did thrust, and yes she did trust, only to know. If she did do, kept her vengeance in sight, not just that love of eden, would and should have been hers, now, She will need to wrestle all of, and none of. Only to see, that this one, came for her and her only. 💀🎭💀🐌🙉🆕🆙 ©OAM ®Artsydhude 97-18 ™XENOphagz, XenoGrapx Continue reading A dismal day(images in 2018)