Dead End

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What do you do when there's no other way but to start again with nothing?
*Friend, this is made for you.

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Tears gently fell off

The curve of your cheeks

Bringing with it

All your love for me,

Or the little that is left.

You spoke of words

I once told you,

Of promises I never kept,

And times I never showed up,

You spoke without a heart.

With your blank stares

And matching indifference

I realized that this is the end,

For me, Never for you.

I lost your love for me.

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*Picture from datingwithdignity

Of Candles & Cakes

Who do you wish for?

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I blew a wish

Towards the fire

And prayed that the wind

Carried it all,

Not just bits and pieces

Of my song,

But everything

My heart longs for.

I hoped that those

Who ate slices of the cake

Did not devour my wishes

Because if that's the case

Then my only desire

Will come running down

The dirty drain,

My future gone into the sewer.

I felt the wind

Blowing against me

And in that instant

I saw all the dreams

Carried by the wind,

The very wind that carried 

My birthday wishes,

I started praying.

I asked the heavens to not let 

The wind blow against you.

I don't want you to know

That my wishes are about you,

It's a secret between me and God

Just like how we kept things

between us.

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*Picture from asifa-sf.org

Love Gourmet

You think I can't read?

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We thawed.

Not like the glaciers floating 

In the midst of the Atlantic

But the kind of thawing

Required for a piece of meat:

Lacking artistry

And full of crass.

It satiates not heart's thirst

But the flesh's hunger.

I have never realized

That a haloed person 

Can be so cruel,

When I did nothing but

Give more air under

Your wings.

You fried me

With all the love I

Have given you,

So much so that it

Became a poison to all

The wounds I started to lick.

We could have made 

Scrumptious offerings to one another.

Sadly you chose everything

To be blandly half baked.

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*Picture from static.guim.co.uk

The Love Life of a Leaf

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Whenever I see a dead leaf

Gracefully fall down towards

The rich body of the land

I remember the lithe physique

Of a ballerina in  her pink tutu

Jumping up in the air

And quietly  goes down like a Swan,

Poised, grand, & regal,

As if the dead leaf completely

Trusts the ground that will catch her.

The grass is also there

To cushion her fall.

I wonder if it's bliss the leaf feels,

Suspended in air as it glides down

To her destination, feeling safe.

What does she feel when she becomes

One with Earth again?

I closed my envious eyes and

I think about how different it was
Falling for you.

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*Picture from davintosh

Traces of Life

To all life who was saved and lost.

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Hurriedly I undressed myself

Leaving only my brand new boxers

The one I got today for my special day.

I then dove straight into the murky waters

Hoping that I'll be able catch him fast

Before river currents overpower him to death.

I caught an arm and then his face bobbed up,

I heard gulps for air and frantic flaps in the water

Though I'm not sure if their mine or his.

I finally let him go on his own and

I then saw him swim towards the edge.

 Before I dared follow him

I felts cramps along my legs,

Both my legs felt electrified

My screams for help got muffled 

With water going in my mouth.

I sinked slowly, painfully slow.

The last thing I saw was him running away

Probably calling for help.

I wasn't even able to 

Close my eyes before I died.

The only traces I was alive

A few minutes ago was the 

Shirt and shorts on the river bank

I left on the grass,

Still warm and very new,

Birthday presents I requested.

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*Picture from nationalgallery.org.uk

Moonlight Phobia

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I lost count of the dreams I had,

And the nights there wasn't any.

It's always like that when clouds 

Roll away from the moon

Like lovers saying farewell.

The solitary nightingale singing 

Her eulogistic aria;

Creatures of the night 

Silently wiped their tears

While doing their best not

To get heard by others.

The song finished and the bird

Flew away to her next destination

Leaving behind her lost souls,

Unhealed wounds and stinking promises.

This is the reason I prefer

To have a blank stupor.

Because when I don't

I see crazy things I know I shouldn't.

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*Picture from shutterstock

Yearning for Amber

 If only time stands still.

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I see you and everything else disappears

Nothing really matters,

Not the pimply kid who sits

Quietly beside me while torturing his iPod;

Not the bus driver who blows his horns

To the irritation of the passengers

Who slept late and woke up early,

Including me.

Everything becomes a blur

When you are around me.

And for days, the sight of you

Makes me want to wake up 

A little bit late so that I'll be

In the same bus you are in,

Which my boss complains about

Since she expects me to be there

Way too early than what's needed.

Yesterday I almost wished that

For a time, can I have my life

Stopped inside that bus?

Like a mosquito trapped in Amber,

I yearn for that brief feeling of elation,

Of immortalizing a single moment 

That somehow makes me get by.

My day begins and ends the moment 

You enter and alight the bus.

That's approximately 30 minutes.

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*Pics from collectorsquest

Sleep Walk

When will we wake up?

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I lived without a life,

It left me years ago

Taking with it all the 

Laughter I could make

And the tears I could shed.

Since then I existed 

But did not lived;

I ate without tasting the food;

I slept without the pleasure 

Of dreams- even nightmares.

Suddenly birds aren't chirping

And dogs stopped wagging their tails.

I felt gray.

Black would have been better.

I died without being dead.

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*Picture from 1.bp.blogspot

Saying Goodbye in a Fortuner

Sometimes bitterness is so sweet.

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I said goodbye at

The back seat of a Fortuner.

Empowered by the motion

Of the moving wheels

I surrendered to the urge

To let you go,

To let all things go,

Not just you but the 

Rest of the bunch;

You weren't exclusive

I just thought you should know

That you're not worth that much.

I drowned myself

In the constant whirring of 

Voices that now sounds

So meaningless to my ears,

And yet there was a time

When all I needed was that

Voice to keep me assured.

Gone are those days.

I even ask myself if they 

Really happened since

I can't[ anymore] recall

Any of your out of tune songs.   

I closed my eyes so 

That it'll help me cry,

I guess my tears will somehow

Make me realize the 

Intensity of losing not only you

But all those you have become

Because of me;

Like the maturity you wanted me

To feel my tears won't come out too.

Guess they are harder to fool

Compared to all of you;

Especially you.

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*Picture from webshots

If You're Here

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 I wish you're here.

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If you're here

I'd hold your hand

And breathe you in,

I'll remember your scent

And the way your hand feels.

If you're here

I won't be blowing kisses your way

I would make them real

Not in dreams and naps

But in flesh and sight.

If you're here

I'd look into your eyes

And slowly I'll cry

Not because you're hurting me

It's just that I feel so alive.

If you're here

I won't be writing this

There won't be a poem

For I'll be spending my time

Putting words in motion.

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*Picture from clipartof

Letting Myself Go

Cheers to those who finally had the guts to let go.

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Sometimes you just don't believe

In things coming to an end;

Of cards under my sleeve,

That hearts will eventually mend.

Your bubbles are hard

To burst, they're made of steel

And in blues,

I can't feel

The love anymore

Whenever you said "Hello"

And made that kiss

Not realizing I wasn't slow

In figuring things out

And reading between your lines,

I got it clear and right

That all of them are signs

For a future that doesn't

Include both of us

In anything more than

Lovers making out last.

Goodbyes are often 

Never seen coming

The sad thing is 

You just don't know its meaning.

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 *Picture from 1.bp.blogspot

In Between Stardust State

Good morning Blogosphere (not sure if such a word exists)!!! Well, after drinking a bottle of Red Bull (the first time in my almost 22 years of existence) since for the past few days I was living living on 3 hours of sleep (max) because of my lolo's wake, I noticed that there is a slight change in my blog page, I got a new follower!!! Yipee! Cheerios to Marilyn! 

Deaths are always sad and accompanied with tears. Sometimes death itself makes us cry especially with a heart tearing Basil Valdes/z (not sure if s or z) ballad playing in the background. The realizations someone makes during that gray period can be summed up to what I wrote before. If you have anyhting else to add just tell.

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From this moment on seize every moment to laugh and love, say I love yous as much as you can, as much as possible; say sorry if you are at fault, smile everytime-even to people you don't know, give them sunshine. Make your day by singing-even if you are out of tune; dance to steps you dream about, hug your family and friends, make them feel your love. Say thank you to all the things done for you no matter how big or small it is; say thank you not because you are expected to but because you want people to know and realize that you appreciate them for what they are to you. Be kind. Show people that you respect them, that they are someone to you, that they are people of worth and importance. Learn from all the mistakes you made not because you are told it should be like that, but because you are mature enough to realize that what Socrates said is true, "The unexamined life is not worth living".  

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From stardust we rose and to that we'll come back. But what do we become in between? What are you going to be?




*Picture from 2.bp.blogspot

Closed

To those who never felt the same after the first.

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Whenever I hear your name

I hear my very own voice,

My breath upon your cheeks

With threats of making a choice.

I closed my eyes and dreamt I'm free

Of this world and others we made

When we saw everything but red

When love hasn't yet bled,

With treacherous illusions

That nothing will come to an end,

Since there was never a start.

Why do I have to defend

Myself when I did nothing wrong

But let myself love you?

With all the heart and soul

Of a man looking for a new

Life outside the great walls

That made me feel small and cursed.

And now I'm back to where

You met me first.

The only difference is 

I'm feeling a lot worse than before

And all that has happened

Stopped me from asking for more.

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*Picture from the1thing

Running

This is for those who never looked back.

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I ran fast, faster, fastest.

Never once thinking of looking back;

I will never look back.

Despite running on unpaved land I moved on,

Braving thorns and stones

Even conquering the sun and the rain.

I will never stop unless death stops me.

Ironically, that faraway land I left behind

will always be the only land I'll ever love

I may not see it with my eyes

But my heart and mind remembers it.

Like a butterfly who longs for that sweet

Flower it had ever landed on.
And had never encountered again.

The long humid days of summer when we

Held dirty hands

Or the tears we cried under the pouring rain;

Mostly the glances that nobody else saw and understood,

The glances that was ours alone.

During those fleeting moments we were one.

Athwart the road that leaves you

I ran fast, faster, fastest.

For if I moved any slower

I might change my mind and go back home.

And you are my home.

But you are in somebody else's.

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*Picture from admissions.wayne.edu

I FELL

This one is for a friend.

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Flames I enjoyed before

Makes me hard to breathe now.

Smoke confuses the eyes

But not the beating of the heart.

I tried to douse the flames,

They burned me instead.

Friends, I wanted us to be

But I fell for you quick.

And it's all we are going to be.

For every time you see me,

You see a guy.

Because we are both.

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*Picture from istockphoto

She Did'nt Make A Scene

After all the craziness of the last weekend with our event in Mega Trade Hall in Mega Mall, I can finally have my much needed sigh of relief; simply (but not so simply) because my boss did not make a scene. She liked our booth!!!

It was so tiring but it was all worth it. Seeing a lot of familiar faces certainly was a bonus!

Looking forward to next year's event!

*Picture from toolazytodoit

Birthday Cake

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"Blow your candles" you said.

I closed my eyes and made us a wish.

I blew my prayer onto the fire

And hoped that God heard my heart.

I opened my eyes and saw your face,

Angelic and pure beyond compare.

Party lights dimmed and the music stopped,

That's the time you asked for my birthday cake.

I gave it to you without guilt or wrath.

To my chagrin, I discovered

You told the same words to your lover,

"Blow your candles" you said.

The very same cake I blew my prayers on.

But then I realized I wasn't your first-

I am your lover.

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*Picture from istockphoto

September Comeback

After being gone for quite some time I guess the first day of September is perfect to start posting again. Honestly, I have lots of things to do today since we have an upcoming event this week. After being "warned" that my boss will likely throw a "fit" during the first day if she does not like what she sees on our booth, well, I'd rather do everything so that she'll like our booth. I don't want to see her having a "fit" when her ordinary self is at times intolerable already.  (I hope she won't ever get to read this.)

But I think owe it to those people who once in a while visit my blog to at least post my new creations. It doesn't matter if the number of my followers hasn't changed, I'll still keep on posting for my seven followers. I love you guys! <3

For the past couple of weeks I have mulled over things. Work related stuff. I guess time comes when you have to reconsider and really think about the the pros and cons of your decisions. It is easy to go back and forever stay in your comfort zone. But where is development and learning in that??? So I decided I'll stay. Some of my friends will definitely not like my decision. But guys please cut me some slack. Okay? Love love.

 Last night, I discovered why my friend stood us all up. You see, we were suppose to celebrate his birthday last Sunday. But on that day we didn't hear anything from him. Calls and text messages were not answered. We were all left wondering what the hell happened to him. And so last night I knew. He stood us all up to fight for his heart's loosing battle. For the first time in the 10 years that I've known him, it was last night that I heard so much pain, loss, anger, and just plain disappointment in his voice. Love is sometimes dark and cruel.
There's no guarantee that it'll be paradise all the time. Sometimes the paradise is lost.

So watch out for my posts this month.

I'll make a poem especially for you friend!=)


*Picture from womenshealthmag

Flying with the Blue Bird

Good day! Miggysbiz is now in Twitter!!!

Follow me there!!! =)

*Picture from techlearning

Fireman

The fire in your eyes
Burning me eternally.
Can I douse your flames?

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*Picture from http://www.ijs365.org.in/ENGLISH/originals_images/fire.jpg

Promises

Sealed words, spoken oaths,
Whispers in a moonlit cold,
Forgotten what's told.

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*Picture from http://utopiankitchen.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/snow.jpg

Smacked

I have been betrayed
By my lover's rosy lips,
It tasted others.


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* Picture fromhttp://blog.lifesip.com/images/kiss-6.jpg

Desert's Flower (1st Place) by Dianne Pedroso

 This excellent poem really took my breath away!!! Great work Dianne!


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Desert's Flower

I seek not pity but to see beyond the physical
that I am not less a being to be incomplete,
I know I live to write the world but am out of pens,
not because i have none but have no means to hold them.

Indeed i cannot cover my eyes from the blinding sun,
or can i play the piano when my heart yearns for a lullaby,
neither can i touch the morning dew from blooming flowers
or tear the walls of reality and the edges of my dreams.

Fingers i never had,
chances that always pass.
But there is more than empty hands and a wishful heart yet to be seen-
dreams that lie unwithered in the midst of despair.

For better it is to do mighty things,
even though checkered with failure
than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much or suffer much,
Because they lie in the gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.

And he that strives to touch the stars
oft stumbles at a straw,
ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp
or what's a heaven for?

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*Picture from http://somethinggraphic.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/600_06-desert_flower.jpg

The Storm is Almost Over

If you've read my previous post then this will definitely make sense to you, but if you haven't- I suggest you take a few moments to read it so that you'll not screw up understanding this. Okay?

To my dear Seven Followers and to those who habitually or "when their online" visitors , I'd like to announce that finally I was able to have a good night sleep last night-that was after a long soak at the tub. I won't say that there won't be problems later with regards to my clients checking in with inadequate rooms (my fault), but the feeling that I'm not alone in this made me a whole lot better. Thanks to all the Operations staff at the Hotel where I work in. You've made me feel like this was really a part of being a member of the Hospitality Industry, that this is all worth it if we/I learn from it. I honestly did!

I have realized that sometimes the very people you think who will always be there for you will not be there when you need them the most. And it is with the people you least expect it that you find comfort, understanding and  acceptance that will enable you to face the monster you have created unconsciously with tears-in-your-eyes-bravado.

If by chance you've met people like them, believe me, treasure them. Because in my case, for the lowest point in my career so far, they were there helping, protecting, and guiding me. They were like mother hens. My mother hens. I was their baby chick.

But for those who left you hanging and helpless, those who made you feel alone, still be nice to them. Do not shun them. How many times have we done the same thing? I don't know-but we have done it in one point or another.

Of course. I prayed that God help me on this. He did.

The Storm is almost over, I can almost see the shore.

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*Picture from http://www.bigfoto.com/miscellaneous/photos-03/boat-lake-9ir.jpg

Humongous-ly Stresses Out

On my way to work, students walk by like ants-oblivious to everything but their destination, unmindful of those they pass. The sun is up and its rays are giving hope to every one after last night's rainfall-every one except the solitary person who hasn't slept for two nights, with slumped shoulders and a tired face, waiting for the ominous bus, with tons of people, cutting through traffic like Charon delivering dead souls in the Underworld.

I have now forgotten how does it feel to walk through the start of the day, on your way to school, after multiple bus and jeepney rides then see and not care about other people walking by- see and not care about a solitary person who hasn't slept for two nights, with slumped shoulders and a tired face-  one of the many faces there is. I'm one of that faces, I haven't slept for two nights, my shoulders are slumped, my face is very very tired. I am TIRED. Do the students I pass by in their too-busy-to-care lives, take a moment to pause, and wonder if I'm alright? I would not know, because I have forgotten, and like ants, their oblivious to everything but their destination, unmindful of those they pass. I was once one of them. And it now seems a very long time ago
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*Picture from http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR8dKL3XDN8/SxL_BWehnCI/AAAAAAAAEz8/4V_H8hGNS7o/s320/man+crying.jpg

I Had A Dream by Glen Lagunsad (2nd place)

Thank you for sending your poem Glen! I was really surprised with your work! Good job!

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I Had A Dream

Once I had a dream, a dream that seem so far,
An image where everything is high so as the star.
And even a single touch wont budge into my mind,
That I can ever hold it, reach and then find.
Until this little statement come over from thee,
"If it's going to be, it's up to me."

From then I realized that life is a choice,
Where you are the creator from the inner voice.
Therefore I changed from nothing and less
Into a better and directed Benz.
Holding this statement I believed my chance,
"Always strive for excellence."

I finished secondary holding all these things,
Keeping them valuable as golden rings.
But I found out that it was still inadequate
To set a goal and just go on straight.
I whisper, "managing should not be alone,
Get out of your comfort zone!"

So when I entered college, I was used to this
Making things happen and taking the risks.
I learned to work with others in at best
And helping them to leave their nest.
Learning alone is not we deserve
As we were used to "Love Serves."

Seeing myself now in the final year
Where in my career is nearly endear
Changes my horizon on how life is
And letting me realize that it is not ease.
What matters most is not the money
But the life you spent with integrity.

To sum up, everything was change
From slow paced into a rapid range
That once I had nothing but just being broke
And due to this group, I became soak.
So why contented to just follow the stream
If there is something you can be more, If you only had a dream.

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*Picture from http://www.artmuffin.com/grfx/grfxoart/full/lucidreaming.jpg

Rain

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The skies cried and the clouds wept

Thunder roared, scaring the trees,

Wind blew and scattered the tears

Drowning the would have beens

Killing butterflies dreams.

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*Picture from http://matthainesphotography.com/photoblog/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/fujira-014.jpg

Reaching Out

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Your hand are like rolling hills

Mine like cracked up lands,

The first effervescent with life

The second holding onto the other.

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*Picture from http://img.allposters.com/6/LRG/16/1647/YUEGD00Z.jpg

Human Ant by Rhea Delavin (3rd Place)

 Congrats Rhea! Good work!!! Feel free to join next contests. =)

Please wait for your book prize.

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Human Ant

I saw a line of ants marching on the sand,

My mischievous mind said I should block

their path through my hand.

They became confused,

Their minds were seemingly scattered.

They should find a way, so that they cannot be bothered.

One of them walked up and

over the top of my hand.

I felt a pang!

This ant bit me so grand!

I took my revenge.

I replaced my hand with a small stone.

Some tried to walk uphill again, but the struggle was shown.

Others did not stop until they went around and found their way out.

A blink of an eye passed.

The once disturbed path has been retraced with ease.

I was stunned and my heartbeat increased.

Epiphany covered me like a blanket of light!

So bright that it can make me so blind!

Humans should be ants.

Persistent.

Determined.

Relentless.

Whatever obstacles that we will face in our path,

KEEP GOING.

However hard the fight that we’re giving,

BE STRONG.

Life might seem cruel to us but,

DON’T GIVE UP.

If we think that we messed up,

LEARN FROM OUR MISTAKES.

Know your destination.

It will be soon realized.

People who have unwavering persistence

finally see their dreams come true.

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Picture from http://freshread.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/ants-3.jpg

Feeling the Presence

When was the last time I saw you?
Last month?
Last week?
Yesterday?
Early this morning?
All true.

I saw you physically a month ago.
Lopsided Smiling.
With stars twinkling in your eyes.
Full of mischief in your body.

I thought about you last week.
When you were eating dinner without me.
Drowning in the the solitary silence.
I was there when you almost choked.

I pass by you yesterday.
On my way to work.
You were there also beside me in the bus.
Silent but present.

I caught a glimpse of you when I woke up.
I can almost bet you woke me up.
The distinct smell of your cologne lingered,
Rendering me immobile,distraught.

I closed my eyes,
And there you were.
Killing me with a grin.
Killing me nonetheless.

Bodies of Water

I cried like waterfalls gushing down the steep,
Bringing with it all the good and the bad of the land,
Raging against aged rocks and drift woods,
Passing by people along the banks,
Craving in to the pull of the earth.
Surrendering to love I feel for that water down.
I sprayed the air with my kisses.
And when finally I felt myself becoming one with the river,
The memory of my struggles uphill vanished.
I cannot figure out anymore where my body starts and stops.
But with the rivers every flow I feel myself doing the same.
The journey to heaven will feature us both.
I never realized that all along I am the waterfalls and the river,
The same way that the river is the waterfalls too.
This time I smiled like only two bodies could.

Pink Star

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They shine as bright and at times brighter.

Fulfilling the destiny that chose them first-not the other way around.

Struggling to continue glowing when others are dim.

Twinkling with honest light and brave soul,

Defying others lore.

When you look at the sky above,

During the dark spell of the night,

It will be there giggling with friends.

Lightening and warming the bleak shadow of dead Suns.

Maneuvering galaxies who seem not to understand

That your worth is not based on the color of your light

But with the lives you've changed because you decided to shine.

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*Picture from http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h157/oao_photos/reply-00000028820.gif

I'm Missing You

This is for you. You know who you are. =)
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I'm missing you.
Not in the past
And not in the future.
I miss you now.
But now spans all the time.
And that is another way of saying,
That I miss you all the time.
I know this is crazy.
But what is not?
I miss you.
I hope missing you is enough
For you to miss me too.
I wish that wherever you are
The wind will tell you that it is you I long for.
It is you I think about before I sleep.
But when the time comes you make a fool out of me.
Start praying to your god so that your life will be spared.
Now,this is the new "I miss you!"

Twisted Love Affair

This was inspired by a real twisted (sad) love affair. It's not mine. And I don't want it be.

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I kissed you.
You kissed me.
She kissed you.
You kissed her.
Does it mean I kissed her to?

I love you.
You told me you love me too.
She loves you.
You tell her you love her too.
Does it mean we love each other too?

Countless swigs of vodka left me numb,
Clouding all thoughts and reason I followed.
The very reason and the very thought that lead me to vodka,
And here I am lost with the sneering circle I created.
With bloodshot eyes and a now cruel mouth
I dissected Life the way butchers kill grass grazers.
Murderous,guiltless and yet surprisingly with tears.
The reason for the tears, I do not know.
Then, I vomit, my body undergoing a vodka induced catharsis.
I let it all out-the pain,regrets,frustrations and fears.
And God help me that I don't eat back what I puked.

I don't know how to count sheeps.
But I'm adept in creating them.
Numbers confuse me
But I can make them jump and roll
With my words that I can't count.
I don't know where to look for shepherds,

So I used my pen to make one.
And before I knew it I was already trading wool.
All because I can't count sheeps.
All with words I can't count.

Why is it that somewhere somehow
A face beckons you to look.
Not once, twice nor thrice.
But a lot of times.
Waking inside you emotions
You thought stopped existing.
Reminding you that under the
Hard layers of cynicism
The person who believed in
Love at first sights and happy endings
Still struggles to exist.
But for the last time you decided
To look once again.
And the face wasn't there.
You ask yourself if you were just
Hallucinating or if it was really real?
Not being sure of your answer
Your face did what it does best.
Hardening it's contours again.
Unreadable,inscrutable.
More cynical than before.

I sleep with my eyes open
Oblivious to the fuzzy whir of the world.
I walk with my eyes closed.
Bumping into other people's sorrows.
I sing with my lips shut
Voicing heartaches I once kissed.
I pray with my hands writing
Passing on the life that I was given.
I love like there's no tomorrow
Fearing I'll go into slumber and not wake up.

Street

The incessant noise unnerves me

for I am raised to enjoy peace.

I'm out of place amidst all the

squacking and purring of people

I don't know.

And I don't know a lot.

Honking cars disrupt the little peace

I have left.

Making me regret stepping 

out of the house.

Where all things bow to me.

Everything pleases my eyes

and my ears the way 

my stepping out of my house

did not.

I feel drowned by all the busy-ness

around me. 

I feel weak and nauseous. 

Then, I saw black

And I can't hear anything.

During that fleeting moment

I felt euphoria.

Cafe Creation

I wrote this while I was having coffee in Coffee Bean. =)

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You are my consciousness,
My bitter elixir.
The reason why my clock still ticks
Lending me strength and vigor
-even for a while.

I flourish in wakefulness
When time seems in a tether
Urging my soul to speak
Resisting usurping rigors
-just to see that smile.

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Thank You!!!

Goodbye, Goodye

I've read a very sad story about Love many years ago, when I was still at the verge of discovering the treasures written words have with them. It's about a man who wasn't able to move on from a lost Love with her ex-girlfriend to the point that he kept visiting her every year just to see her-now with children of her own and a husband who existed faraway-but a husband still. His visits became an annual ritual for the kids and for the woman. But the man and the woman are both aware that the yearly visits will always end with the man saying, "Goodbye", and the woman ending it with a sad "Goodbye".

This poem is for people who made Goodbye a source of life-a life full of what if's and could have beens.

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There are some who

live life after they have found

that someone special.

Well, I started living mine

when I lost that someone.

My friends tell me that

I should do the right thing

and put it behind me.

Get on with my life

with the hopes of finding

the new someone who'll

make me forget about my last.

But I can't do it. I just can't.

I know few people understand

what I'm going through.

Some fake sympathy and concern.

Bollocks!

Through each passing year

I've always visited 

my special someone.

Not with hopes of the two of us

getting back together

-which is impossible and preposterous.

My special someone already has kids.

Three of them.

I love those kids. I truly do.

I treat them like my

own every time I visit once a year.

When the time to part comes, I focus.

I take in the voice and the eye contact.

That's the only time I exist.

Imagine? I only feel alive once a year

- at about a few seconds.

It didn't matter that 

the only words we were always

saying were Goodbyes.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

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*Picture from http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDtM28ScAEU/SxPcOS-WxwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2SWsE5B5JKI/s1600/Goodbye.jpg

Forgotten/Oublié

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I'm trying to remember

Your name.

But it eludes me.

I don't know why.

What I can remember

Is that I used to love you

And you used to love me too.

I think there is a big chance

You don't remember 

My name at all,

The way I do with yours

. I know there was 

A time when all I think

About is you and 

That feels a millennium ago.

The kisses we shared

Are now dull memories

Of a once lovely past,

Of a past where 

I have gladly memorized

The curves on your face

And the frequency of your smiles.

All that are now 

Gray specks to our once

Colorful relationship.

But what is your name?

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Oublié

(French Translation)

J'essaye de me rappeler

Votre nom.

Mais il m'élude.

Je ne sais pas pourquoi.

Ce que je peux me rappeler

Est ce que j'avais l'habitude de vous aimer

Et vous aviez l'habitude d'aimer imitation.

Je pense qu'il y a une grande chance

Vous ne vous rappelez pas 

Mon nom du tout,

La manière que je fais avec le vôtre

. Je sais qu'il y avait 

Un moment où tous que je pense

Au sujet de est vous et 

Cela se sent il y a un millénium.

Les baisers que nous avons partagés

Sont maintenant les mémoires mates

D'un passé une fois beau,

Du passé d'a où 

J'ai heureusement mémorisé

Les courbes sur votre visage

Et la fréquence de vos sourires.

Tout qui sont maintenant 

Points gris au notre une fois

Rapport coloré.

Mais quel est votre nom ? 

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*Picture from http://www.shayjtoday.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/lost-art-2-590x400.jpg

Voyeur

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I look at you.

It's what I do.

From the moment I wake

Until the time I say my prayers at night.

Even in my dreams I look at you.

I look for you.

In the corners of my subconscious

It is you that I seek.

The contours of your face

When you smile

And the hint of hesitation in your voice

Whenever you ask for directions

Are like second skin to me.

It has become me.

But there are times 

That I can't help but notice

How happy you are when 

You're with him

That the smile I dearly love

Is prompted by someone else,

That everytime I look at you

I do my best not to see him too.

I only look at you.

But you and him are one

So I guess I look at him too.

And that hurts me most.
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Spanish Version

Le miro.

Es lo que lo hago.

A partir del momento despierto

Hasta el tiempo digo mis rezos en la noche.

Incluso en mis sueños le miro.

Le busco.

En las esquinas de mi subconsciente

Es usted que busco.

Los contornos de su cara

Cuando usted sonríe

Y la indirecta de la vacilación en su voz

Siempre que usted pida direcciones

Sea como la segunda piel a mí.

Me ha sentido bien.

Pero hay épocas 

Que no puedo dejar notar

Cómo es feliz usted es cuándo 

Usted está con él

Que el amor de la sonrisa I querido

Es incitado por algún otro,

Eso cada vez que le miro

Hago mi mejor para no verlo también.

Le miro solamente.

Pero usted y él son uno

Conjeturo tan que lo miro también.

Y ese me lastima más.

 

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*Picture from http://www.soc.ucsb.edu/sexinfo/images/09-07-binoculars.jpg

Surrender /Entrega (Spanish Version)

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Please do not look at me.

Because when you do,

All the resolve that I've tried

To muster suddenly vanishes into oblivion.

I feel helpless and weak.

Those eyes make me

A prisoner to their beauty,

Life, and mystery.

Tempting me to forego

All the doubts I have inside.

Urging me to give in.

But no matter how

I try not to fall for you,

I fail, for in those eyes

I see a future where

I feel I belong- where I want to belong.

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No me mire por favor.

Porque cuando usted lo hace,

Toda la resolución que he intentado

Para reunir repentinamente desaparece en el olvido.

Siento desamparado y débil.

Esos ojos me hacen

Un preso a su belleza,

Vida, y misterio.

Tentación de mí para renunciar

Todas las dudas que tengo adentro.

Impulsándome dar adentro.

Pero no importa cómo

Intento no caerme para usted,

Fallo, para en esos ojos

Veo un futuro donde

Siento que pertenezco donde quiero pertenecer.

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*Picture from http://gideonidea.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/total-surrender-photographic-print-c12269788.jpeg

Time to Love

Budding relationships grow.

In arms, in hearts, in eyes in trees,

But does anyone know when to

Love and when not to?

When to start then pursue

And when to pause and give adieu?

Are there guidelines on Love

So that you'll not make a 

Fool of yourself, of others, of every one.

Why is it that IQ scores can

Never be used for the heart?

Clearly love isn't scientific.

Yet it can be measured.

Though not with the English or

Metric System.

Only the heart can size it up.

But when is the right time to 

Fall in love?

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*Picture from http://chikki.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/loving-hands-photographic-print-c12153830.jpg

Waiting

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Long dull hours, minutes and seconds

Stretching the patience I wish I had.

Moments so dim that

The pot of gold at the end

Of the rainbow turned to brass,

Dessert oasis' suddenly dried,

Silken jet black hair became gray,

And clocks ticked

But time stood still.

The heart yearned for that only voice,

The only touch, only smile, only kiss.

It longs for the time to be with you.

When hours, minutes, and even seconds

Flash by so fast.

So rapid and quick.

But when I'm not with you

It's totally different.

Sometimes I try to copy that,

I close my eyes and imagine you beside me,

Holding my hand and 

Blowing me kisses.

How I wish I can always do that,

That I'm always lucky to achieve that.

What can I do but wish and dream?

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*Picture from http://www.jckonline.com/sites/default/files/legacy/photo/170/170479-17_Waitingroom_Inv.gif

Age-Old Courting

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It started with a glance.

With a lot of it, for that matter.

Pulling me into a duel

Where I started out as an 

Unwilling participant.

It continued with more glances.

Still with lots of it.

Burning me with an 

Invisible fire only

The two of us can feel.

The glances stopped.

Things went a notch further.

But I didn't initiate it.

The countless glances were for that.

So, I waited like a hunter waits for his prey.

Now's the time to mention

The other dueler.

The one who clearly tries so hard

To mark the territory that 

Unfortunately, desires the hunter.

That's when the eye daggers

Started hitting me.

Cold, blunt and direct.

But what can a mere dog who marks his 

Territory do against a hunter who has mastered the craft?

Nothing.

Exactly.

The inevitable happened.

The prey went for the bait.

As expected.

Clueless and Ignorant.

The time has come to finish this off.

With a smile and more quick glances

I sealed the deal.

I didn't do it.

It was the prey who did it.

But we really know who did it, right?

The loser dog left

And stated licking his wounds.

I can't blame the dog.

It didn't know what it was up against.

Like the prey, the dog was clueless.

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*Picture from http://etc.usf.edu/clipart/6000/6021/fencing_6_lg.gif