Thursday, June 26, 2008
There is always ‘love’ on its way for you to heal..
Healing There you were… A sparkle of an angel Little toes, midget steps Backwards the stairways Of medieval strokes or trivial talks At the back of your mind You have been trying to find The reason why, that little angel hide There you go… Finding a strand of memory in the sand As the memories tiptoed in the corners of your mind Blurry in the labyrinth of wreckage Symmetrical to disoriented sensation Ecstatic mantra of per second episodes Angular momentum without seclusion All in your head… you...
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Monday, June 23, 2008
Thank you for taking the liberty to judge me...
I won't be surprised if I'd be attacked even more in the future after my post down below...but I promise this is the last time I'd react on them no matter how crude, painful or degrading it would be. They have their space and paying for it, they have the right to use it the way they see it fit. As for me, I'm done hurting myself for this. I'm sorry for everything. Kindly refer down below for some clarity of what I meant. I would respect and understand a no comment at all...for I wouldn't want...
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Thank you for taking the liberty to judge me...
Hello…I would like to thank all of those who has open mindedly came out to give support during my time of heavy storm in the past couple of days. Amazing people who has such a big heart to be supportive enough of a stranger they haven’t even met. And even for someone who have luxuriously catered on lavish criticism without having any idea of what she’s taking about exactly. I could only hope everyone had a good look of the history of the entire story before they jump the gun and shoot...
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Saturday, June 21, 2008
Email Conversation...to be fair on both sides...
Note; Please read from the bottom, upwards. I maybe harsh too on my reply or i'm not sure. With my state of mind and some wine in my system last night, these replies were all I can afford considerately to the person I used to respect with utmost admiration. I know I maybe had my share of harshness in here, and I truly apologize to whom it may concern. I don't mean crying for sympathy my dear friends. I mean fairness for both of us. I omitted the sender's identity to protect the person concerned....
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Have you ever been insulted by a highly respected blogger before?
Have you gone tired too of reading a blogger's feelings? i have just been insulted heart wrenchingly by a highly respected blogger thru email few minutes ago, the last person i would expect it from. Telling me 'people are sick and tired of my whinning' and 'learn to write poetry'. Have you ever been insulted by any blogger this much? she used to commend my works from day 1 and how excellently my works were with so much love and high accolades. And suddenly from nowhere, she dropped a bomb at my...
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Friday, June 20, 2008
Why can't I just screw up...and live...or maybe die...
can i cry.... can i, when i'm feeling down tears has got me drowned my life just went amiss something broken can never keep breaking or can it? when i keep hoping... does that mean i'm hopeless? when i keep loving... does that mean, i'll keep hurting? when I taste vile in my throat... does that mean i'm crying? if i'm dropping like a rock in a dungeon of shock does that mean i'm mocked? should I be shy... if I come to you and cry? come on' quit the sympathy and kindness...tell me i'm a loose...
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Thursday, June 19, 2008
I shall always seek thee...and in my heart, is where you’ll be.
There You’ll Be I would always remember How we’ve been The cordiality of your presence And now the tremor of your absence You’ve been a stunning falcon Exhibiting divine courage under the typhoon An astral guide Lighting the path of people’s lives A stellar so many put to their pedestal As I did to mine The sullenness in my grief Will never alter the memories No matter how brief My acrimonies on sudden modifications Won’t deny understanding your intentions There’s been love…and I’m seeing more...
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Wednesday, June 18, 2008
‘life’ is deeper than what it seems…...
A heart sees an Art One will pick a flower And see a star glowing in the universe Or look at the amazing corals under sea And think of the beauty of forestry A golden radiance of a firefly Makes a radiance of a dream fly high One will look at things… But which defines a whole new packaging Of a translation it possibly epitomize on its facet A simplest rock by the pavement Can personify a sturdy existence of one soul Depending on who, deciphers it as a whole Look around with your eyes closed…...
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Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Relationship is an anagram waiting to happen.
Sting An apple of love… There’s a poison in the most perfectly red apple you can pick from the basket a poison quenching your thirst for love or a venom in a sweet juice of serum intoxicating a romance for a while then fatally loose you in the wilds besmearing your innocence and the idiotic impulses of your senses from a well rounded congregations of naiveté prima facie, creamy sweet exchanges, touching verbal kindness, promises of refuge from distress, purity of love’s sincerity, these...
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Monday, June 16, 2008
Learning the Art of Letting go...unchain your heart...
Letting Go To let go; doesn’t mean to stop caring, It means starting to understand To let go; doesn’t mean loosing hope It means identifying with your faith To let go; is not to judge But to allow others to be themselves To let go; is not helplessness It takes a sensible strength to carry on To let go; is not wanting to change anyone It’s wanting to be better for others To let go; is not giving up on it It is learning from the wisdom of the weak To let go; is not to blame nor be unforgiving It’s...
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Sunday, June 15, 2008
It is only convincing, if we keep it existing..
Incubus What are hidden? Under the skirts of fury Inside the heart of madness Over the top of depressions Within the horizons of condescension On files of insulting frictions Is it forbidden? To cauterize its bleeding existence To synthesize its cluttered pieces To acknowledge some wedges If only to stabilize some purpose Is it forbidden to vanquish some burden? No, it is not hidden… What is causing hagridden It is a shocking daylight Haunting at nights But no, it’s not hidden Therefore it can...
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Saturday, June 14, 2008
I’ll wait for your return to put me to sleep...
Butterfly Kisses Would I miss the day… When I was little And you treated me your angel The movies you took me to Colorful and funny cartoons We watched together with popcorn The pizzas you’d always take home And all the love you’ve shown Everyone has a father Their names written in their papers But I’m sure very few Has someone like ‘you’ You healed the bruises of my childhood I was three when I went black and blue I couldn’t finish my food So I was beaten with a piece of wood Mommy cried while...
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Friday, June 13, 2008
I know you're shining down on me from heaven...
The Man I remember your soft voice when I was little… You were holding me in your arms as you sang the lullaby Gently touching my hair while you dance in slow rhythm Yours were the sweetest voice I have ever heard The most graceful dance I have ever seen Soft voice… gentle touch… blissful warmth… The most precious memory I have carried on from childhood Which I fonder in my heart over the years and forever They say I was so much like you… Too smart for my age…so sweet, yet quite a handful One...
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Thursday, June 12, 2008
We can never be sorry for the things we did for love…...
It’s my Turn I used to touch the soil And felt its filth on my being Scarcity and pain blending with the color of my skin I used to walk on the path Of crooked gravels and disrupted lines Laden with endless tortured times I used to tolerate blisters and bruises Underneath the layers of my heart And sleep with it tucked in my deranged pride I run away on Sundays with my Nickleback To loose the angst of my shock I married cascades of terror and hatred And served the master of my fright and shame I...
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Wednesday, June 11, 2008
But blood line requires together, they stay firm...
Umbilical Connection Four siblings in close-knit Always for and by each other No distance can defy Away from each other won’t fly Then wrath of Intrusion arise Translations misconstrued Rambling fall-out Adrift each one apart Anguished wound cutting thru Grudges & grievances throbbed Sentiments distraught Taunting conjectures inflamed But umbilical connection supersedes Imaginary cord supplants loose beads Blood lines thickens Siblings renewed their bonding Simulating reality is; Blood is...
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Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Sinome...Will this do?
Songs of Silence Crickets hum Under the blanket of the wind Vanishing sadness that spins The golden-amber sky Bidding the day goodbye With a promise of a calming ride Of the coming night Nature sings a lullaby Birds in angelic choir Trading joy to a hum drumming heart Green leaves and tall trees Dancing in soothing pantomime Interpreting calm in swarming rhyme Tiny wasps and bugs Appearing and disappearing Like flickering bulbs Entertaining the boredom of the night Frolicking to the tune of...
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Monday, June 9, 2008
Defenseless ‘children of God’...Where do they run to…
Children of God Quite an intriguing little boy Extremely raucous on the street A nitrous oxide in human flesh So gay and gullible Yet damaged and fallible Unaware of civilization Grew up deep in the mountain From their parent’s self-made nation Savaged in great destruction Abandoned @ 5 with 4 more siblings Both parents disappeared Left with nothing to feed 4 young souls confused with hatred Left in the mountain to bleed Woke up one fateful night Suffocated with fright Sulfuric neighbor...
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Sunday, June 8, 2008
A remarkable seed bloomed and aged, beautifully….
Seedless Sensations Behind the door is where she sought refuge Camouflage among the walls that never speak Silence in her privacy restricted for prying peeks “Do not disturb” all over her walls and door While she’s busy abhorring some pests that clamor Blazing fires of betrayal from yonder and beyond Perennial deception punishing her entire realm From unknown ghetto known to none Freezing floor abducted her vibrant youth Helplessly taunted by clanging buckle’s knout She was a child…I guess...
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Saturday, June 7, 2008
Twinkle, twinkle little star..
Yesterday’s Gift Childhood… When there was no visual yet Of horrid faces and paces Infants pampered while they crawl Exciting the watching eyes Grabbing and hiding things Can’t even remember where to find them Infant’s smile, seemingly senile Cheeky little thing flaunting A drummer boy in his throne With a fair of fork and spoon Gardening tools on the table Ripping papers as their soil Hiding behind the curtain Pretending no one have seen Molding water in their hand Seeing wiggling jelo in their...
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Friday, June 6, 2008
Broken Pieces of You...
Wreckage of Love Beyond the wreckage Of the damaged self Is a heart in a broken shelve They slept and wept Amidst the gory slots Of the grueling past Shredded pieces of hearts and faith Set on the table on a disrupted plate His ego runs him over Ravaged severely by insecurity Drowned in his own arroyo Of his egotistical innuendos Free radical venom Infected his possessive nerves Fraud of toxic air In the grasping lungs of their love Her infirmity out-played her Her voice caught up in her throat...
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