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Tumblr people are drunk people. 🍺

You know why? Because it’s a place of honesty and a place where nobody cares about what you say. This is the place where genuine feelings are poured out and the place where we expose our true selves without really being judged. We get to say random shit about our lives that sometimes doesn’t even make any sense. We have the courage to talk to people that we just met or we just followed for that matter. We have the guts to say what we want and just forget it afterwards. The power of tumblr really. Cheers to all tumblritas! I’d drink to that!

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Hi guys! I know it’s been a while and I haven’t written anything for a year. I guess, I missed Tumblr. I was always writing poetry after poetry and posting new content here until I just stopped and became idle. I got busy with life, I guess. I am currently a Physical Therapy intern currently assigned at Vicente Sotto Memorial Medical Hospital here in Cebu City. 

As you can see I posted two new poetry, one of which was in my drafts for the longest time. I read it today and I think it needed an exposure. I feel like people could relate to it even if it was just such a short piece. 

I won’t make this long. I just wanted to announce my comeback. Hopefully, I will be writing more poetry and more prose for this. I have a separate blog now for my travels and my foodscapades so go check out dailydoseofbeyology.wordpress.com 

I am Stil starting out but hopefully I don’t get too busy again and forget about writing. This has been my passion, really. And I don’t want to lose touch of it.

Have a great night ahead! I def missed Tumblr so much. 

With love,

Beys

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I pray that when I wake Someone will be there To wrap his arms around me And to bask me in his kisses To have him squeeze me tight And hold me like he can't just hold another

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a draft I never knew I'd post

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The second poem I’ll write about you.

I wanted to say a lot of things i wanted to tell you how much I missed you how i miss the times when we were off being fun and crazy i’d pick you up and i’d transfer to the passenger seat while you drive us to places we’ve been to over and over again while we play the same playlist from Paramore to The Summer Set to Fall Out Boy blaring each song loudly and singing on top of our lungs I’d laugh so hard, high pitched and reckless while you grin in amusement taking your eyes off the road look at me for just a second we were something, we were, but I can’t seem to decipher whether or not we drowned in the hype and clung to the comfort that someone knew us as well as we both knew eachother We loved the same things, we had the same attitude, we were basically soul mates in a way that didn’t need to have any romantic involvement i was fine with what we were and how we had eachothers backs no matter what but i guess when you loved the high so much you tend to misunderstood for something else something more than just two bestfriends going out till 3am and you try to make sense of all of it every touch and every hug has now its own defintion, its own meaning that it’s not just because you both are comfortable with whatever but you have this idea stuck into your head that maybe you two could be just a girl and a boy who have a love unexpected and you try to test the waters, you try to confirm the thoughts in your head and our lips touch not once but twice in different times, in a different year, one when we were still with other people, a guy I loved but can never be mine and a girl you didn’t catch when she was willing to take risks but why? why do we have to be so alike that both us ended up in this complicated labyrinth both of us are in denial of the things that we want to feel, we want to be, we want to show and i rationalize every day thinking that I know you’re no more than that sweet guy whom I love for his quirks and his flaws and nothing more than sexual tension masked as unrequited love

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Disconnect, 0929160807

Sometimes, I want to Disconnect From stress From you From her From me Thinking At night When the lights Are all turned down And the wind Is making a sound That only I Can hear I can interpret I can bask in And it whispers My pain And sorrows Of how I Can no longer Keep up With this Madness

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Ilang beses ka ring tumakbo sa isipan ko Ilang beses kong dinala dala ang bigat ng damdamin ko para sayo Ngunit alam kong maling mali kasi hindi naman tayo May iba kang mahal, at ako lamang ay nanggugulo.

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“Do you like me?” I asked him My eyes mooning into his As he laughed and he quipped “Who wouldn’t be?” And I smile because You saw me as attractive When others did not When I was so sure That I was lifeless and bland But you looked at me Deeply embedded into my soul That you liked my laugh My smile, my weirdness “You’re sweet, it’s unlikely That a girl can be as sweet And a girl like you Can like me too when I’m Just as broken as you.”

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Blues

I miss it Friends and laughter And all sorts of things That make us perk up Quirk up Make us realize How good and great Life really is Late night talks Late night hangouts Going home at 3 in the morning Getting insanely wild Getting ourselves beer Playing beerpong till the am Hard ass liquor from vodka to rum That burn our throats when we gulp Not going home at all Locked out from our houses Exploring the city at dawn Intoxicated but happy Dancing like it’s the best thing Or Staying at a friend’s Saying that it’s a sleepover When all you guys did was down Another bottle, another drink People getting drunk On madness and fun And friends getting a little too close Truth or dare without a doubt Everyone’s just screaming Just high with excitement And we smile our biggest smile Because we feel young and free Kissing boys late at night Breaking barriers we couldn’t break before Cracking open all of the emotions Suppressed deep down Meeting a guy we shouldn’t have Having another one to fill the void Wanting the conflict too much That you bask yourself in it Friends and their own delimmas Ex boyfriends that are full of shit One depressed friend who deserves better Who deserves the whole world but was only given a fraction More late nights Getting grounded for a while Making a song that you loved Driving around the city With the music cranked up higher And the windows rolled down And the wind on our faces And our smiles just bigger than the world Until reality slaps us back And say “Wake up, wild one” It’s summer no more

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A scar above that eyebrow The one on top of your right Where memories lay a plenty With a girl you met one night You met her with smiles and laughter That could paint the town a hue But she was always broken But ofcourse you never knew She was like candied apples of all sorts And you were grass on where she lay She stuck on you without you noticing Made an impact with every sway And you try your best to avoid her But you never do get it done Because her love for life was wildfire And you wanted to bask in her sun You fell for all of her sweet sweet charms Her soul and all her spirit And attention was all brought to her And you’re feelings; can’t fight with it You caught yourself off guard a dozen Staring blankly into her face And when she turns to look at you You try to ward off your gaze But she surely does notice everything Though she doesn’t say a word How you look at her with those eyes When at times it seems absurd And you know you have to let it go For she’s just too good for you But You told her that you liked her And you know she’s not a fool Cause she knows you have someone else And both of you can’t quite pretend That no one else is in the equation How you have another girl to mend So you’re just there left wondering Of what would and could have been And all the what-ifs in the world Will have only led to sin So she left and packed her ray of light While the cold soonafter came Because she was the one that got away A girl who sparked a flame

Agirlwhocriesoutloud // and to J; Summer, 01, 0608160306 (via agirlwhocriesoutloud)

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No one's texting you anymore No Nothing He's gone And you know it You gave him a chance And he threw it You wanted to stay But you couldn't Cause it's stupid To think that he could change That he could be better For you For both of you That he would see Your worth Your value Your heart and your soul But you know He can't be changed You can't go on Pretending That you're in love And he's in love And no hearts are breaking Nor they're slowly aching For he let you go You told him so That he'd regret it And he did But now you're done Just done with him And a second chance Is a chance he'd Have no more

Agirlwhocriesoutloud // Letters to P, 03

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It was a privilege to have met Miss Jona Bering, @backpackingwithabook , yesterday at the travel writing workshop hosted by Cebu Litfest. I really did learn a lot of things about travel blogging and travel writing and it has inspired me to make more stories about the places that I have ventured on and will be venturing in the future. I have been keeping mum about my so called travel website because I only let my close friends read my articles. But I guess, today, I'm giving you guys the link and it's really up to all of you if you want to check it out. I have only posted four blog posts so bear with me! www.dailydoseofbeyology.wordpress.com #Beyscapades #TravelPH

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Letters to P, 02

And it ended Quickly When he told me He didn’t want me And it went deep Down into my ribcage His words sharp And consuming As he took my heart And tore it For me to pick up

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Maybe you did love me but you never fought for me, for us and that defeated everything .

Kriti . G (via wnq-writers)

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Letters to P, 01

So you tell me That you like me But your words Don’t mean much Because you never did Make me feel like I was someone Worth your time And I waited For your call And your texts But they never did come And now I stopped Hoping and wondering But then here You are again

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And yes, studying Physical Therapy is definitely not easy. We are basically engineers of the human body studying every muscle and bone and the components that come with it. I didn’t really expect that this course would literally squeeze all of my brain cells until it all of the cerebrospinal fluid has evaporated into thin air. But like they said, you sow what you reap. eh?

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Letters to P, 00

I told him to paint me a blue sky As clear as his eyes that have wrapped around me But he quipped it was too simple, too plain For a cold and lost girl like me So he took his heart from his chest And started to smear the sky with different hues And filled the gaps with flames and sunlight To counter with my never ending blues

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And to J; All I ever wanted, 02

I wanted to Wanted to feel his lips against mine Wanted to touch his face Lightly, Slowly, Wanted to Arch my hands around his jaw I wanted to feel something A little A few Maybe even more Wanted to feel like I wasn’t alone I was loved, I was cared for Wanted things to last And I did And we did As he grabbed my lip And drowned me in his kisses But there were no sparks No butterflies Though it put a smile on my face And I asked myself why I didn’t feel anything But maybe because I shouldn’t Couldn’t Wouldn’t Feel something for him At all