#jamesblanco

[oswich2003]

#JamesBlanco #NelsonCanlas #SuziAbrera #CamillePrats @mars_gmanewstv Monday to Friday 7PM #GMANEWSTV #CHANNEL11 https://www.instagram.com/p/BojQKrGhroY/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1mmsiflcrtc66

[zeejay-real-life]

Taping #ipaglabanmo #abscbn @JAMESBLANCO @yayoaguila @dimplesromana Ang gaganda at k gu guapo. Ang kinis po nila! Hiya ako magpa pic kc po.. 😂😁

[miggscuaderno]

coming this AUG 5 to 13 at CCP AYALA MALLS CINEMALAYA 2017 ANG GURO KONG DI MARUNONG MAGBASA directed by PERRY ESCAÑO @mpj.entertainment.productions @guro.kong.di.marunong.magbasa @perryescano @jamesblanco #Cinemalaya2017 #anggurokongdimarunongmagbasa #indiefilm

[graceelicious]

James Blanco #JamesBlanco plays the role of Mark in The Millionaire's Wife 👍 @gmanetwork @gmadrama #TheMillionairesWife (at Canyon Woods Tagaytay)

[vicegandafever]

"Last Night's Date" 😊 #ViceGanda with Natalia, daughter of #JamesBlanco. (Aren't you melting whenever you see Mother Horse with kids?? 😍) [#CTTO]

[lennoxandharvey]

CLEAN SLATE

Lennox:  Party's over.  Time to work.

Harvey:  How did I end up with this crown?

[adolescent-axioms]

A poem.

Turning An atmosphere in risk Extinction A sour plantation Of your fate Breezes linger And avid tinge Sounds throughout the phase As you travel on In circles Subtle comments Cases of vained ones Aloof your wit And you remain Un-noticing In nothing You remain Never in action Not knowing where you begin You spin It's picking up Around and around In speed of light Of sound So far from what you want To embrace what you are shown Always moving for everything But not your own; Pinwheel

[oswich2003]

#JamesBlanco #PaoloParaiso #SuziAbrera #CamillePrats @mars_gmanewstv Monday to friday 7PM #GMANEWSTV #CHANNEL11

[lennoxandharvey]

CLEAN SLATE

Lennox:  Let the partying begin.  Happy New Year!  

Harvey:  Here's to a stellar 2014.

[adolescent-axioms]

A poem.

The sun streaks onto parchments He wears them as an organ Slogans carried through his eyes Yelling to the world, "Set me free." Cars pass by Fond memories of beaches, Sweet speeches in the squares, songs linger In the airs Smoothly it all intertwines Sentimental wisps sublime "Set me free." He pretends It's all, there. It's all, alright. Wanting to lose his mind The world says, "No." But he must fight the fusses The mind compulsive Repulsively Reaching for the match Expected explosions He waits Fear is a friend now, "Stay here and look onward Set fire to the lines attached That place is far now." He sits. He stays Hoping for life to slow down. Wishing for some sensation. Craving the tasted felonies. Waiting for busses.

[adolescent-axioms]

A poem.

Weaving through this needed motion C'mon Together now That's it Let us become a union; A collective A power-house Of Love Of Perfection Of Destruction Of Tyranny Blending our desires Forgetting who we are To become what we were never meant to be Don't you see None if this is fortunate Here we are You and I In one swift motion We have murdered ourselves Taking all the wrongs And converting them into new pasts Hounding through the fasting lights Which surround our horrendous notions Pointless Oblivious We continue In this sickening path with dead endings The last ounce of blood from you heart Seeping into mine Knowing Together We are joined at last Weeping of delight We win nothing No right Relinquishing what's left of our lives To be happy in this; Apostrophe

[adolescent-axioms]

A poem.

Youth fathems into the reeking corners of this universe It wanders Summons somberly to the kind. "It's time for more" Ambassadors quarry for a little By little. Taking Unforgiving And we fight To stay this way for as long as we can Nets set to guide us merely entangle us into more loss of youth Feeding off this feeble blood Dictators of our creation Unknown to many Oh I cannot bear this youth no longer Take it, life-giver If you are a corner Erase my youth Just take it allegedly And let me be

[adolescent-axioms]

A poem.

Just one more time, play a song with feeling. Tell me that I'm dreaming, I'll wake up in the morn, I'll mourn this loss so briefly- The world cannot be witness, to my failures. Sending time a witting remark, no more sparks left for me to try. Once is enough, twice was the price, I paid with organs vital to my life. I live in broken foundations, several intersections have gone now. No other way, to learn about what may have lied ahead, and now, I might never know. The feeling is real. This struggle, is not imagination's cruel deceit. I am here, in this place. Founding, foundations will be reformed. And along the new ways, I'll find old days. It's always so; Deathly.

[adolescent-axioms]

A poem.

Stupid, stupid boy. I should have found you, lying there, On the floor of your despairs. I could have saved you all this trouble, Lies and rhymes full of double, Meanings and intriguing memories. Stupid, stupid boy, The life I could of granted you, Around, About this world, What couldn't have had, you. Listen to my cries, The mornings come so quickly now, Accept my broken tries, Take one look at me, My eyes have sunken deep inside this widowed heart. Stupid, stupid boy, No more places to embark it's full devotion. Fix the end to start, One last chance at your emotion. To be free from the ghostly grasps, Of your stupid, stupid pasts..

[adolescent-axioms]

A poem.

I am losing. Simple touch. In these eyes I’ve forgotten, That which such people see success. I am drowning, In this lair. Sounds surround me with distorted commotion, Several sands of time slap my beaten disguise. Demise, Demise. And yet I want to set this free, A wound I hope to one day heal. My sense appears to be unkind, Unreal, to the badgering words of the others. I don’t know. I cannot find the ways anymore. And I cry. I sit here, Cold ruptures through the roof of this imitation. I am losing, Fallen, Amusing you with this unfair, Image I use, to guide you farther away. I am losing, With all of my might. Until a day shows clear, I’ll lose this fertile might. I’ll soon see it come. I’ll soon be done.

[adolescent-axioms]

A poem.

All I see, is everything. At times it’s hard to bear. I listen to sounds unknown to many, cries of the damned, distorted souls that have no home. It’s not the best way, to know, to roam these streets, guided by the loss of the world. And when I see, whatever shows itself to me, I find salvation. This eternal composition, a purpose for me. And I will know, someday, how I come into play, on this plan, the grand design. I don’t know much, but wisdom will guide me, taking my path to where it needs to go. I know, I’ll know. Someday..