Nervous laughs and anxious motions
I could not contain my emotions
You were there
Giving me that stare
At that moment I knew
Every word meant profess love that's true
It seemed a bit strange
At times even derange
Stares not of lust
Which I have accustomed myself to
The twilight set in
Lights lit one by one
People have come and go
Arguments might have drifted us apart
But up to this day I cared no regret
The night I danced with the flickering lights
and caught one of them
That guided me through the night
Photo: City of Lights
I was sure about myself...
Till you said I was confused...
I was sure about my feelings, about us...
Till you said that we're going nowhere
Now I'm having second thoughts...
You keep setting expectations from me
Kept pressuring me with your ideal answers... ideal
scenarios...
and whenever I fall short
or you hear something you didn't wanted to hear...
We often find ourselves scrutinizing each other...
You've been vocal about your fears
Fears that each moment you spend with me
You waste another moment of finding a better one...
I know your getting old and you wanted to secure your future
But that doesn't mean you have to discount the fact that I'm
young and still figuring out what I want to do with my life...
And if you force me to give you vivid accounts of what will
our life be...
I'm sorry I can't... not now...
This is not just another vacation trip we'd be spending for
a couple of days...
This is my life...
I won't screw my life by making harsh plans I might not be
able to fulfill
I know you have realized a lot of things...
and now that you brought up the issue...
I've realized a lot of things too...
and if you continue forcing me to do things that you want
against my will
If you can't understand that...I'm afraid something is wrong
about everything..
Flickering
lights
Looming
sights
Paths
meant
to be
wandered
Walls
meant
to be
pondered
In an
endless
journey
bounded
with
endless
faceless
people
Drowning
with
every
step
Gasping
with
every
move
I was meant
to be
lost.
With all
the
misery
cloaking
me
With
every
confusion
seeping
through
I still
somehow
dreamed
to be
found.
and be
saved
by
the
one
whose
meant
to
My feet are cold
and pale as the rain
Fear has soaked
beneath my soul
Now you suffer
caused by a
distant memory
That made
me weak
and tremble
in the cold
My fears has
caused your tears
But my hands
are tied
and I
can't seem to go
Please forgive
the coward
that has
captured your soul
Still you fear of
another sight
The lurking creatures
in every nook and side
The vultures
watch out
for our demise
That they
may devour
our body
once time has
said it so
Rupturing and
piercing
through every
flesh and bone
Enjoying
every bit
of what they
think we are
Forsaking
the truth
that it's
not all there is to see
But just
a minuscule
part of a
much complex
entity
They may
succeed and
we might
fall
But for
me
you have
my heart
that
loves you...
Photo: Oil Canvas
02-16-2011Wednesday
The weekly meeting dragged on, a monotonous hum in the background as my mind drifted elsewhere. A small mercy, the boss's absence, relieving the usual weight upon my shoulders. Yet, even in his absence, I couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider, a mere spectator in this mundane dance of corporate life.
As the meeting concluded, a familiar sense of relief washed over me, like the gentle caress of a warm breeze on a sultry afternoon. But this respite was short-lived, for my thoughts soon turned to her – the one whose mere presence set my heart aflutter, like a butterfly caught in a gentle whirlwind.
Thursday
The jeepney ride home, once a simple commute, had become a battleground of emotions. Her proximity, a tantalizing temptation, threatened to unravel the carefully constructed facade I had woven around my heart. Each stolen glance, a silent plea for courage, only to be met with the bitter taste of cowardice upon my tongue.
In a desperate attempt to regain control, I found myself wandering aimlessly through the familiar corridors of the mall, a silent sanctuary amidst the cacophony of city life. Yet, even here, my mind betrayed me, conjuring visions of her radiant smile, her melodic laughter echoing through the halls like a siren's call.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold, I found myself standing before the familiar shelves of the grocery store, clutching items I had no need for. A silent admission of defeat, a futile attempt to fill the void within with material possessions.
In these quiet moments, I couldn't help but wonder – when did life become a series of fleeting moments, each one slipping through my fingers like grains of sand? When did the simple act of existing become a constant struggle against the tides of longing and desire?
Yet, even as these questions lingered, unanswered, a glimmer of hope remained. For in the depths of my soul, I knew that someday, perhaps, the whispers of longing would give way to the symphony of fulfillment, and the world would once again be painted in vibrant hues of possibility.
The weekly meeting dragged on, a monotonous hum in the background as my mind drifted elsewhere. A small mercy, the boss's absence, relieving the usual weight upon my shoulders. Yet, even in his absence, I couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider, a mere spectator in this mundane dance of corporate life.
As the meeting concluded, a familiar sense of relief washed over me, like the gentle caress of a warm breeze on a sultry afternoon. But this respite was short-lived, for my thoughts soon turned to her – the one whose mere presence set my heart aflutter, like a butterfly caught in a gentle whirlwind.
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02-17-2011Thursday
The jeepney ride home, once a simple commute, had become a battleground of emotions. Her proximity, a tantalizing temptation, threatened to unravel the carefully constructed facade I had woven around my heart. Each stolen glance, a silent plea for courage, only to be met with the bitter taste of cowardice upon my tongue.
In a desperate attempt to regain control, I found myself wandering aimlessly through the familiar corridors of the mall, a silent sanctuary amidst the cacophony of city life. Yet, even here, my mind betrayed me, conjuring visions of her radiant smile, her melodic laughter echoing through the halls like a siren's call.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold, I found myself standing before the familiar shelves of the grocery store, clutching items I had no need for. A silent admission of defeat, a futile attempt to fill the void within with material possessions.
In these quiet moments, I couldn't help but wonder – when did life become a series of fleeting moments, each one slipping through my fingers like grains of sand? When did the simple act of existing become a constant struggle against the tides of longing and desire?
Yet, even as these questions lingered, unanswered, a glimmer of hope remained. For in the depths of my soul, I knew that someday, perhaps, the whispers of longing would give way to the symphony of fulfillment, and the world would once again be painted in vibrant hues of possibility.
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