"Keep doing what you're doing and you'll keep getting what you're getting." (Rubian, 2006)

Time moves but I don't.

Time moves but you won't.

Time moves but we don't.

Time moves but I don't.

(7:47 05/16/12 Dorm Room)

"I'd rather not make an enemy of those with rose-tinted spectacles, cause when anger gets the best of them, all they would see is red."

(8:43 05/01/2012 Dorm Room)

Mood Swings

You push me forward. Gravity pulls me back. I never seem to go around.

(12:24 am, 03/21/12, Dorm)

Traveling

(7:34 04/10/12 Dorm Room)

[Background Source]

I see your glasses. 

I wonder what your eyes see. 

I wonder what they look like. 

I wonder if you look at me.

(4:49 04/06/12 Computer Room)

Somewhere out there

Or somewhere by my side

In waiting in the cold air

'Til our souls collide

(10:10 PM, 02/08/12)

I close my eyes to escape. So when he comes and I come falling, I close my eyes to escape.

(December 31, 2011)

The Morning After

(2:21, 02/15/12, White Sheets, Lying on bed)

Photo backdrops from: (Sources 1 2 3)

The Banana set out to the world, to runaway from her abuser. Easily bruised and browned, no one wanted her. At the edge of the Can, she fell into the abyss who took her, though she never wanted it. She was saved by the Earth who took pity on her.

(December 28, 2011; Edited by Carmelli Valeza)

Broken Biscuit wants to fix himself again. Made some dough and glued himself. Got baked and burned and lost himself. And the glue was someone else.

(December 24, 2011)

The Wind envied Helen of Troy, for she moved more ships than She. So when Helen was at the cliff to see the sunset, the Wind made sure She'd move her.

December 15, 2011

Over My Dead Body. One day he asked, "Can I love you?" I said "Over my dead body." And so he did it. Over My dead body.

(November 7, 2011)

That day, when you kissed me, you had both eyes open. Then I realized, I had mine too. Love has gone to a trough.

(November 7, 2011)

An About Me Poem (for my HUM I class)

All that is pure is white.

All that is not is black.

I see shades; Shades in sight

Of gray that others lack.

Erasers.

Bought in packs of three.

None come back.

One day, I found a girl. She made my heart pump; felt the blood through my veins. Then I realized: I wasn't a vampire anymore.

In light of the still-existent Vampire Craze. And here's hoping that they return to horror and not proceed further to romance and tragedies.