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loud voices unheard
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It shouts your name Pho. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. James Joseph Sabanda…. November 14, 2016. Thesis, reports, articles, among my few problems in the seminary, desperately call for my attention. I already have hard time addressing them all. And then there’s her. I don’t know what I should call her. May be a distraction or a motivation, an intimidation or an inspiration? For four years, we never talked sincerely again. If...
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August 2016 – loud voices unheard
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It shouts your name Pho. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. James Joseph Sabanda…. If you’re brave enough. Enter a haunted house. Listen to the dead chimes of a tolling bell. That could cause a hasty ripple of a warm blood. A broken heart, bleeding. Would welcome you to a dark living room. Of broken portraits of smiles hung uneven. Of marred furniture, once comfortable, now clothed with spider webs. Left from these broken things.
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Unknown. Uncategorized. Unloved. – loud voices unheard
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It shouts your name Pho. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. James Joseph Sabanda…. July 31, 2016. Unknown. Uncategorized. Unloved. I barely know myself,. I barely know myself, right now, I finally convince myself, because I’m broken. And it is not a thought. Not a mental disease. Not something that is of the mind, because clearly, brains do not get broken. This time, I let the heart win. Finally asking better questions.
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Finally asking better questions – loud voices unheard
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It shouts your name Pho. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. James Joseph Sabanda…. February 24, 2016. August 19, 2016. Finally asking better questions. Strolling across the shores of time,. I tried to clinch the big red sun. Grasp the water of every bending waves. And count the afternoon sands. What is the greatest among the three? The sun the ocean sinks. The ocean the countless sands sip. I thought I contended so well, I didn’t.
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Littering – loud voices unheard
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It shouts your name Pho. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. James Joseph Sabanda…. July 31, 2016. August 5, 2016. Hey I’m writing you a letter again. I promised not to, but I simply cannot. I do not want to be annoying, but, this time, allow me to. Please read this. So why am I writing you a letter again? You were your eyes. What happened to those eyes? Have they lost their luster? Why have they become like dead stars? Beautiful as ...
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loud voices unheard
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It shouts your name Pho. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. James Joseph Sabanda…. October 19, 2016. I actually don’t like what I was doing lately. But sending you a “goodnight” at least once a week is my only way of saying I still care, and am still here hoping you will look at me again and say in return those three sincere words I keep on telling you since then. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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October 2016 – loud voices unheard
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It shouts your name Pho. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. James Joseph Sabanda…. I actually don’t like what I was doing lately. But sending you a “goodnight” at least once a week is my only way of saying I still care, and am still here hoping you will look at me again and say in return those three sincere words I keep on telling you since then. October 19, 2016. Blog at WordPress.com.
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January 2016 – loud voices unheard
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It shouts your name Pho. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. James Joseph Sabanda…. January 21, 2016. 3:49 am (Notebook). Earlier, I saw a picture of you with him. Why am I afraid of losing you when I did not have you in the first place? Why can’t I accept the fact that you cannot be mine? That you are already owned by someone? Now, I’m sitting. Writing. Crying. Then, I stop. January 22, 2016. January 22, 2016. Why do I like you?
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November 2016 – loud voices unheard
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It shouts your name Pho. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. James Joseph Sabanda…. Thesis, reports, articles, among my few problems in the seminary, desperately call for my attention. I already have hard time addressing them all. And then there’s her. I don’t know what I should call her. May be a distraction or a motivation, an intimidation or an inspiration? For four years, we never talked sincerely again. If there was an excha...
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Littering – loud voices unheard
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It shouts your name Pho. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. On Unknown. Uncategorized. Unlove…. James Joseph Sabanda…. July 31, 2016. August 5, 2016. Hey I’m writing you a letter again. I promised not to, but I simply cannot. I do not want to be annoying, but, this time, allow me to. Please read this. So why am I writing you a letter again? You were your eyes. What happened to those eyes? Have they lost their luster? Why have they become like dead stars? Beautiful as ...