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Currently, I am living with the presence of school… the most influential thing I have ever known. Where thrill in my teenage life started. By the age of 13, I’ve found my very first love… and it was music and writing. I find music interesting because, when pain is tightly kept within me, I just have to find some music that might make me forget some particular problems in my life. Also with writing, I find it interesting especially in times when I could find difficult to express what I really feel or what’s really on my mind. Actually, that’s my sickness! On that age, I’ve found who were the people that I can call my best friends forever (BFF’s)! Where in them I find a feeling of refuge in times of complications in my complex, and yet enjoyable teenage life! They are the ones who had read me like a book. The ones whom I’ve shared my hundreds of crushes, obscure feelings about some particular stuffs and things; unrevealed secrets and everything I could share with them under the sun.
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Roxanne Bumanglag

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Saturday, February 27, 2010


My Neurotic Piece
(Roxanne V. Bumanglag)

Teardrops painted in my eyes.
I saw you and you were so fly.
In the middle of darkness and sky,
I thought you were here to say goodbye.

Loneliness sinks into my heart.
I saw you and tried to open a new start.
You came, I let you in like yogurt.
Even though I know somebody owns your heart.

You're cute and I love your smile.
Your eyes and the way you cry.
Your sort of attitude and everything that's visible to my eyes,
How I wish you were mine.

Many hollow places never been filled,
Many unwanted faces never been killed.
When will this heart of mine heal?
If this feeling I have for you can't reveal?

Hysterical thoughts of you run through my head,
Whimsical visions of you and I seem to be dead,
I can't figure- out what I just been said,
What I know is I love you from foot to head.

When will this craziness of mine terminate?
I look at oyu and you seem to look at me like "chocolate"...
I'm warning you before things get too late.
Do the first move before it's you that I'll hate.

Ending this poem seem so hard to do,
Lots of unspoken words can't express to you.
If you would be able to read this poem I wrote for you
Just dig this neurotic piece coz I don't know what to do.

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