i speak the truth, sue me.
November 28, 2007
[1]
It’s not your fault
I chose to hold on
I only awoke to your goodbye
I’m getting by
Taking day to day
But I still dream to see you again
It pains me to know
The regrets still take hold of me
I’m sorry for not being enough
Today I try to be
And after all this,
The rain doesn’t feel as warm
It’s hard for me to let go
Just when I’ve learned to fly
It’s been two years
And nothing’s the same
Sure we’ve grown up but we’re still hanging
To see you real
To embrace you tight
My idea of a perfect birthday
I cannot speak
I will not speak
I cannot find the words to say
I cannot cry
I will not cry
I’ve grown numb and weary
I cannot fall
I will not fall
I can stumble but not falter
This is a phase
This is a test
This too shall pass one day
Now rain feels cold on my face
And I still long to hear you
‘Cause it’s hard to let go
But I will so I would see
Time has taught me that pain can rust,
And healing comes within
So now I let go, you belong to the sky
Flap your wings built on faith
Teacher, I will no longer wait
[2]
I don’t get why you teach me to dream
Only to dictate me at age fifteen
How am I supposed to act like me
If you’ve got your own notions of who I wanna be?
I’ve seen you smile
And though you laugh
The twinkle has faded out
I know you’re tired
But you’re not alone
Someday, you will find comfort
Within these walls
Inside our shells
We too hurt and bleed
remember. forget
November 18, 2007
remember my name. forget that i ever loved you.
remember my face. forget the letter i wrote you.
just remember who i am, and i’ll forget that you were once a part of me.
as the world turns
November 13, 2007
to wipe the tears dry
to pretend that the pain will subside
to live by each day unfaltered
to take each task one at a time
to speak up when the situation calls
to hold you with much tenderness
to bear the yoke with grace
to recieve the bread with meekness
to laugh and smile more often
to give more heartily
all this i hope to accomplish
all in due time eventually
all these i offer now
to grow better as the world turns
thorns and roses
November 6, 2007
Circumstances change.
Mistakes remain unforgotten.
People come and people go.
Emotions still intact and constant.
Don’t kill the senses,
Don’t force out the pain.
Don’t rush the love.
Take everything one day at a time.
Nov.4’07
into the waters
November 6, 2007
Life goes flowing where waves of time meet the shore
One person makes the difference
One hand can cause or break the fall
no date
achilles
November 6, 2007
Coming out of your father’s shell
You walk with such beauty and pride
You carry yourself all to well
But I see hunger in your eyes
With you around, women go weak
I in turn act cold and withdrawn
They flirt but give not what you seek
In silence I dream of your love.
I know your relationship curse
You played with fire and you got burned
Young Achilles, you are still loved
Someday I’ll bring back what they robbed
One day I will ease out your pain
For now, just remember my name
Aug 26’07
dreams
November 6, 2007
What do dreams signify? Do they communicate our innermost longings? Or are they messages from the people who want to be remembered? Why do we forget most of our dreams? And what made those other dreams so special that we were able to remember them after sleeping? The human mind is a vast and complicated structure that most of us cannot understand. Sometimes, they push us to act on our desires and sometimes, they confuse us with what we really want.
Aug 21’07
maybe
November 6, 2007
Maybe we were all born contented but because of the world, we forget the feeling of happiness.
Aug 16’07
april 13
November 6, 2007
In the deepest parts of me
A broken record echoes through
A tragic melody plays on
And every night before I sleep
The lullaby comes through my dreams
Then painful scenes repeat.
The last man standing is the most delicate.
Real sacrifice is giving off yourself without asking for recognition. Doing that everyday is called love.
This is why I love the Cr: it’s warm and there’s no rush.
Apr 13′07
growing up
November 6, 2007
At some point, our chests become too heavy and overwhelming that it drives us to tears. But what for? We have to learn to grow up. We have to accept the responsibilities because like it or not, this is life. When our yoke is heavier than what we are accustomed to, it’s either we cope and deal with it or we run away and never grow up.
Dec 28’06