Sadly,the people who take this course are weirdly bubbly & hyper ADHD kids who can’t wait to do PR.an honest chronicle of Penny, a bum boy, grades, friends, preppy bitches & everything that conspires against her in her stupid college life.

I have chosen to refuse to "feel" after pain...

I did this for this girl in school after learning that she used to stargaze with this other girl which I also did with another person... two wrongs could make a right.

I did this for my friends after realizing how hard it is to find people who'd fit me like they do

everything will be perfect between us if only you knew me.

this is about being... just... hopeless. weird, but this third poem goes to champ luipio again... ugh, I'm no drooling fan

dreams will be dreams until they come true... and they can hurt

there was once hope before you left...

...letting go and not regretting

When you hope for someone but don't wish to know him deeper so as not to ruin the illusion you've built about him and his character... I wrote this for Champ LuiPio of Hale after seeing their Broken Sonnet video.

...what happens when I'm alone

me... once a shining star... now a falling star

when I built a dream of having someone whose voice is heard by millions of people everyday... and maybe they took this as seriously as I do

Of friends and staying with them...

I am afraid to believe... to be hurt again... but what could be if I accept?

to miss is natural

I wait for oblivion to pass and take me...

sometimes we think things are when they really aren't...

What could someone possibly feel when the one she loves has a past... I entitled it Marie Louise because it COULD HAVE been what Napoleon's 2nd wife (next to Josephine) have felt...

feeling something for someone who doesn't even know you, not my usual writing...

title and poem tell it all...

I can't hold you... you can't see me...

a choice between the world where comfort lies and love...

everything could have turned out perfectly... but it didn't

a letter to somebody who is a total stranger, but after half an hour of stealing glances of him, I could hardly forget...

When you find joy in someone who can’t give it to you without giving pain as well...

How can something be so addictive when it hurts so much?

The unusual dream of somebody you don’t know and never saw again after a leisurely pleasant moment of looking at each other and the almost vain dream of seeing him again.

A very simple short story, the improvised and modified true event I wrote for my laurel-crowned warrior of four years. To say a message Aoi never had a chance to say, “I never forgot...”

feelings that won't be erased,, left by someone unaware of what he/she does... [the innocent criminal]

If only feelings [eg:love] could always be mutual... but at least there's appreciation

When some feeling just stays and won’t be washed away...

Vain love doesn’t always mean it’s wasted...

Finally knowing when IT’s really there... anyway, try to comprehend...

Tomomi Tanaka was taken as ward by the rich friend of her grandfather. She found the mansion comforting but to find her enemy, Hideki Yoshizawa there was a shock. Living with her worst enemy under one roof wouldn't be easy for her and it takes time to not

feeling wasted and trashed... everything's wastepaper

the painful task of letting go...r'n'r

waiting for the love that will never come... one of my "angst factory" poems... r'n'r... ja...

having to let go...

Love is not to be blamed for being hurt...

Hopelessly devoted to someone who doesn’t even know you exist ...

A poem about trying to erase all the nostalgia that love has brought... yup, in vain we try.

Okie, I wrote this because my teacher told me to, (duh) and hurrah, I made a story in Tagalog! It's about this girl forced to prostitution by her mom. How about her dreams? I know, we can't deny, this really happens HERE. It's SO saaaad...

Seven people whose dreams are threatened to be destroyed by a fire and a storm...