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Senpai: We are mere tools. That we are. Kohai: Why do you have to be so negative? Senpai:  If that is how you see me. What does that make you? Kohai: People are not just mere tools that we can use. I am not like you who sees only darkness. Senpai: That you are right. I am not you but darkness is not what all I see. Certainly not. Kohai: Then why do you see only the darkness in people? Senpai: It is true that I see darkness in people. I am just a mere tool to satisfy your questions and you are a mere tool to listen to my answers. Some tools that are broken are disposed of but some tools that are loved are fixed. Some tools that are fixed

It is not you that I am after but the feelings that you left and shattered.

A little child cries as her mother lay and ready to die. She asked her to stay before the last breath of goodbye and ask, her if she may, “Love your brother as I.” Everyday she loves her brother and everyday he loves her. She’s only got eyes for her dearest. He’s only got eyes for his dearest. She loved him in summer. She loved him in winter. Everyday he wakes up beside her. He grew up the most beautiful, and she finally asked her dearest, “Will you marry me, my sweetest Daniel?” His heart bursts as a hundred arrows thrusts inside the deepest parts and every muscle. He quivered and stood still as if cover

I kept falling in the sky. Grasping for the bird nearby. It was kind enough to give me a ride. But now it's time to say good bye. Now I am left with a sigh. Wondering if I should go back in the sky. My mind says neigh. My heart says die. I know I must learn how to fly.

She is waiting, Yume. Please wake her up. Only you can stop it, Yume. Please wake her up. She is dying, Yume. Please catch her hand. Only you can stop it, Yume. Please catch her hand. She is waiting, Yume. Please wake her up. Only you can stop it, Yume.Please wake her up. She is not waking, Yume. Please see you did to her. Only you can stop it, Yume. Please see what you did to her. She is waiting, Yume. Please wake her up. Only you can stop it, Yume. Please wake her up. She is waiting, Yume. Please wake her up. Only you can stop it, Yume. Please wake her up. She is replacing, Yume. Replacing you with her yume. Only you can stop it, Yume

Yume is quirky. You are not ordinary; Yume is a god to the Greeks Ordinary, you are not. Yume is delicate. You refuse me not; Yume is in need of me Refuse, you will not. Yume is gay. You upset me not. Your words thrusts to my soul Upset, you are not. Yume is timid. You hide from me not; Yume is unknown to the world but Hide from me, you will not. Yume is thoughtful. You ignore me not; The idea of watching the heavens Ignorant, you are not. Yume is lustful. You are not unmanly; Yume’s pleasure is me and Unmanly, you are not. Yume is fearless. You fear me not; The touch of my heart Fears you not. Yume is yume. It may as well be yum

Kahit anong sarap man ang naidulot ng iyong panaginip, kung sa bawat pagising ito’y maglalayag na parang agila. Agilang lumipad na. Hindi mo kailangang pagpilitan, pagsiksik ang ‘yong sarili sa malambot mong kama upang lumipad kasama ang agila. Agilang lumipad na. Bakit hindi mo buksan ang iyong mga matang ayaw mong buksan? Wala namang ibang nilalang na tutulong sa iyo kundi ang sarili mo mismo. Di lagi nakikita ang gintong kamay na hihila sa iyo. Tititigan ka lamang ng mga matang may pakelam kunwari o may pakelam noon. Matutong mapag-isa, nang makalipad ng walang mga pakpak o kama na mahimbing. Matuto kang matulog nang may da

Down the creek, then past the street. There you will meet, a past that cannot speak. Today can never be the past that cannot, nor the future that is ought to be. No matter how deep the sea that we see, there are fishes that cannot be caught. If I ever wish to meet, a past that cannot speak, I might as well go back to sleep where we always meet.

Shedding tears is not that uncanny; To be quite frank, it should not be an enigma, But for the boy who lost his eyes, it’s quite the drama — Things for him, his heart, mind and soul, drowned and bleary. “Daijoubu. This is what makes me human.” He replied with such tenacity, like a true man. It should not be an enigma, But for the boy who lost his eyes, it’s quite the drama It is still a bother, how can he be this uncanny? He answered with the canniness of his being uncanny. “Because with these eyes I can see everything clearly…” “And it depresses me.” I wonder, why would you throw

A girl with a glass eye and at night glistens with gore. A familiar face, it seems, that girl outside my bathroom door. A random fruit bat passed by and the girl watched it soar. Under the moonlit sky she gleams – that girl outside my bathroom door. Into similar eyes she pries then stares down on the floor. Her mouth uttered silent screams – that girl outside my bathroom door. And with a downreaching sigh, those petrifying eyes, she ignores while subtly glancing onto her inseam that girl outside my bathroom door. When she bid me goodbye and cautiously closed the door, the room steadily dims and the girl outside my bathroom doo