I can admit that I personally don't have that much of talent writing poems, stories or such. I'm in fact not that much fond of writing literary, emotional, sometimes funny things--and eventually organizing them into this nice sounding words we call poetry. I don't blame me nor you. But perhaps once in a while I'm over-inspired, and so I try my luck in unlocking a hidden talent that's hidden to me.
So, here i present to you some of my works. Perhaps I didn't have much trouble coming up with the right words and placing them in the right places, I reckon. But still, such stuffs don't come everyday--I could say they only come not once in a year, but once in a blue moon.
As a forewarning, I don't tolerate plagiarism, just like anybody else. I reserve the right to be informed of the distribution of my "nonesuchnesses". No, I don't bite. I don't sue as well. But I plead that you won't disgust me and allow me to do acts we will both regret. Thank you.
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I stare blankly into space again
Thinking of you, just thinking of you.
Thinking of your face,
Your sweet, innocent face
So sweet, I could never tell
That's it's you, only you.
Reminiscing your pouting lips
Your luscious, pouting lips
Filled with sugar of what you've just eaten...
And I just wanna kiss those sugars away.
Sniffing imaginatively your fragrant smell
Your smell that seduces me to get closer to you
Your fragrance that I can smell to most boys
But only you I can remember in such fragrance.
Imagining my fingers lingering your ears
Ears so soft that I love to squeez,
Just as I do with my mom and a few people
Just as I do with a few loved ones.
And so, I sit here alone
Alone maybe, but not lonely.
But then again, as I write this spontaenously
I just helplessly find myself missing you more and more.
Ladies, take a break!
And be not fooled by some man who makes you blush
With his red, thorny roses and sweet-superficial "I love you".
Fall for the man who is sincere enough
to assist you in your life,
"I will take care of you"
Go to the place you love the most
and see for yourself if he can assure you,
"I will follow you wherever you go"
Hold on to someone
who is intellectual enough to talk with you,
"I understand you"
Never let go of that someone
believing his words and deeds all these years, reminding you
"I will not let go of you"
Do not be alarmed, though,
if one day he realizes that he had to leave, for he will always wipe your tears, comforting you with
"I will be back"
And most of all,
have faith in him when he promises you
"I will protect you"
Friends are nothing but...
the goodness to your bad image,
the sweet sugar to contrast your bitter tasting coffee,
the water to weaken your flame,
the black in your white,
the silence to your talkative mouth,
the comforting smile to your sad mood,
the soothing grin to your anger,
the "up" pulling you when you're "down",
the feet that keep you reminding that your wings can take you high but only in the ground can they rest,
the light behind every dark moments,
the stupid heart that contradicts your emotionless mind,
the colorful love for your black-&-white thought,
the eyes you use when you're blind,
the ears you use when you're deaf,
the mouth you use when you're dumb,
the air you breathe when you can't inhale oxygen,
the angel on your right--and demon on your left,
the words complementing your actions,
and of course,
the other whole who completes your life.
You'd think she's a liar
You wonder why she doesn't tell it like it is
You begin to distrust her with her own words
But still you find ways that she is reliable
No, she's not hiding skeletons in her closet
She isn't keeping dreadful things about her from you
She's just like that: quiet and reserved
Avoiding questions needless to be brought up
Some lies are told not to mislead
But to avoid needless explaining
Some stories distorted not to deceive
But to simply cut the story short
At the end of the day, she muses
"If they only knew what's really going on,
They'd only disappoint themselves
From worrying to death over nothing."
Some people
Just don't know when to stop
And when they do
They realize that it's too late.
Some actions
speak louder than words
But still the question leaves us hanging:
Why?
Some words
Are better left unsaid
Then again we wonder
What are words for, after all?
And sometimes
We crash into each others' lives
Just so we could feel
That we are alive.
Death begins with D and ends with an H.
It starts with D--denial of the inevitable truth
You deny someone else's grief and loss
You deny even your own mortality.
But then it ends up in H--hope amidst the irony
Just as we are clueless of what will happen after we sleep
So do we hope that there's more even after we lose our bodies.
I can't recall what he looked like
I can't even recall how long his hair was
I can't remember the pitch of his voice
I can't remember the way he spoke
I don't remember anything physical about him at all.
But I do remember how much he hated Eleven Minutes by Coelho
I do remember the way he aced the EE 11 finals
I recall so well the foul words he kept on using
I recall vividly how he predicted that he would marry a friend some day
I remember the excruciating four-hour conversation.
I had no intention of listening in the first place
I never thought I'd be here anyway!
I have every reason to forget it all
Yet still, by the end of the day, at the back of my mind...
I remember.
What difference does it make
if you knew who he was
if you knew what it was
if it never existed at all
never really happend?
The mind is never silenced
from flashes of memory
from funny comments
from haunting questions
from lingering curiousity.
Questions per question
they never quiet down:
what just happened?
what did I just do?
what on earth was I thinking?
"What was really up with me!
knowing all along what was happening
knowing all this time where I was
knowing all the while who I was with."
Completely aware, no reservations.
And what about the next day
just where did you find yourself:
in the toilet, in a closet
on the floor, on bed
or maybe, just maybe...
On the table
'round up the gang
exactly where you rememer
just when you passed out
...and then what?
Hangover.
Hallucination.
Headache.
Hunger.
What else?
Two hours was all it took
for the memories to come back
flashing, but clear
sudden, yet vivid
truthfully mind-boggling.
And after seven long days
a whole week has already passed
the memoirs still linger
still blinking every now and then
popping without warning.
You think you're already over it
you think you've moved on
you think you've just laughed it off
that you know exactly as is
that there's nothing more.
Until days after
the truth is realized
reality is uncovered
just when you thought you did remember
it wasn't really all accurate.
"Did I really say that?
Did I really do much more?
What else just happened?
What else could I have done?
How much worse can this get?"
Butterflies in stomach
oppposite forces pulling against one another
tearing up from the inside
ignorance or humiliation
innocence or awareness?
Ask him and you get no answer
another him and he points back to the first
one more him and you don't trust his testimony
that other him but forgot to answer anyway.
Who is the reliable source now?
The good friend suggests, "At least you know..."
the close one says, "You have an idea what to apologize for..."
the wise one comments, "So you're aware..."
all of a sudden on the contrary
the person on scene sighs, "Never mind."
One night
two people
three questions
four reminiscences
five days.
Then again
at the end of the day
no harm done
just pure pleasure
for both.