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