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For Gav: You ThinkYeah, of course you do. You think, therefore you are. Haha. XD
Merry Christmas, and may Greenpeace recruit you for its marine mammal-saving force.
You think I hate your guts
And I love bossing you around
You think I'd like to see
Your face smashed into the ground
You think that in my spare time
I think of many ways to prank you
Well, I think you've gone crazy...
On second thought, sometimes I do.
You think I simply take pleasure
In seeing you suffer and whine
Or whenever you get in trouble
For putting a toe out of line.
But you want to know what I think?
I think that there's much more to that.
Maybe you'll just stare at me after this
And ask over and over, "What?"
Because I've been really blessed
With a great friend like you
This time, I'm not putting you on
I swear by my heart it's true.
When I feel really down and lost
Wading through my broken dreams
You shine the light onto my path
Making anything dark gleam.
Sometimes I just want to rant
And tear the world to shreds
My FaultMy Fault
Rated: PG for slight language and (attempted) suicide
"He was mugged. By three heavily armed men. Around five minutes after eight in the evening."
"They took his cell phone, his wallet, and his schoolbag. They would've taken his life too if it weren't for the security guards hearing the brawl. He got everything back, too, and they're finally behind bars."
"What's his name again?"
"Oh, he goes to that state university down the road...Sandstone College...
"Adrian Northwood. Third year. B.S. Psychology course, isn't it? Bachelor of Science?"
"He was badly wounded...he broke his left arm, sprained his left ankle, and he was covered in bruises and cuts, including one particularly nasty stab wound in the right arm. Would've been killed instantly if it weren't for those security guards alerting the police on duty nearby."
"Who was with him?"
"Wait, it's Lily! She got my text message! Lily! Adrian - "
* * *
"Will he be all right?"
Early Morning MusingsEarly Morning Musings
Watch the clock's hands
Forty-eight minutes after one.
It's not afternoon, but morning
I should have been asleep hours ago.
What could my parents be dreaming of?
Do they wonder if I'm already asleep?
If they find out, I don't know
If they'll bust me or just laugh.
My eyes aren't drooping,
I do not feel like yawning.
My fingers fly across the keyboard
Still going strong.
My mind continues to wander
I stop the typing.
Could something be on the telly
At this unholy hour?
Would any radio stations
Continue to be on the air?
Or maybe the DJs are already sleeping
Or there are some on the night shift.
The birds outside are all quiet
None of the chirping in daylight
There's no one around, but me
Wide awake, somewhat insomniac me.
I'll probably wake up late again
But I can't believe I'm not sleepy
So I just get back to work
And take one last look at the clock.
Forty-nine minutes past one.
POET'S NOTE: I'm not actually an insomniac. XD
Petals by the breeze
Wisps in the sky
Waving of the trees
Scent of the roses
I run past them all
The sun in my eyes
The wind in my hair
The man in my thoughts
Nothing can stop me
I keep running still
I can smell the flowers later
When I'm in his arms
He appears in the horizon
A silhouette of perfection
My heart begins to flutter
I draw nearer and nearer.
My arms are outstretched
I brush his body
He opens to accept me
Holding me close...
Holding me close...
Just holding me close
I feel his tender embrace
His fingers on my cheek
Lips brush my own
As we kiss...
As we kiss...
Just as we kiss
Nothing can tear us apart
I gaze into his eyes
That speak as I stare
No words are enough
I revel in my happiness
Wishing it would last forever...
And then I open my eyes.
He Could Have...But He Didn'tHe Could Have...But He Didn't
Jesus Christ can get tired like everyone,
Especially when preaching takes a while to get done.
He could have slacked off and said, "I've had enough."
But He didn't, He continued even though times got rough.
Jesus Christ sometimes needs His private time and space,
Since so many people try to see and talk to Him, from every race.
He could have told His disciples to leave Him alone.
But He didn't, never in a million years, no.
Jesus Christ could have prayed hard and long
For someone else to sacrifice to get rid of all the wrong.
But He didn't, He gave Himself up to His Father's will.
He was willing to go through, with blood He signed the deal.
Jesus Christ can make choices like any other man,
He could have chosen to go against His Father's plan.
But He didn't, as we today can see,
He chose to die for all men, for you, for me.
Jesus Christ could have ran away from everything,
And asked the angels to take Him away on their wings.
Far from HomeFar from Home
Notes: "Ate" is a Filipino term referring to an older sister, and "Ningning" actually means "twinkle". XD
"Happy birthday, Maya!"
The nurses' lounge, usually looking quite simple and ordinary, was decorated with blue streamers and a large, colorful banner that sparkled with excess glitter. The large table, often used for eating or discussing non-hospital manners, probably sagged underneath the weight of the food, including a rather large strawberry shortcake. Meanwhile, the coffee table beside the black, leather-covered sofa was piled high with presents.
Maya could not believe all this. She even took a step back in surprise as her colleagues grinned from ear to ear and pounced on the petite, black-haired woman as she opened the double doors of the lounge.
"Did we surprise you?"
"You're twenty-nine and still not looking for a husband?"
"Shut up, Suzette."
"What'd I say?"
She was too dumbfounded to say anything else as she was half
Listen to the cries around you
Of the hungry, oppressed and poor
And the tragedy of the Leyte landslide
Claiming and devastating many of our countrymen
Do you hear their cries?
Listen to the activists and protests
Hoping to take down the goverment
Let the leaders crash and burn
As you show them your dissatisfaction
Do you hear their yells?
Listen to the media
They record everything that goes on
Like our poverty-stricken bretheren
Who barely seem to be helped
Do you hear their proclamations?
All these things, all these events
That come to us like thieves in the night
From the casualties of a fatal stampede
To a state of emergency and gripping statistics
Do you hear every single word?
If you want to make a difference
If you want these to be things of the past
To become nothing but parts of history...
Don't just hear them.
(This is about the bad kind of conformity...you know, doing bad 'cause everyone else is doing it. XD Other bandwagons are good; you just have to know what they are.)
All the people start climbing aboard
Heeding the yells of the driver
He shrieks and shouts about how good
His wagon is supposed to be
Anyone left is called a loser
Including anyone who leaves or jumps off
Nobody wants to be called a loser
So nobody leaves or jumps off
The so-called losers look on
As the bandwagon begins to move
Passing through different places
Picking up more passengers
The wheels sag under the weight
The wooden planks creak
The back is noisy
The front has an excited driver
He proclaims how business is booming,
How wonderful it is to have lots of followers
Everyone seated in his lovely bandwagon
If there's no more space, there's always the floor
But a strong wind blows
Rocking the bandwagon with its storm
They hang upon a rope bridge
Hoping to cross the other side
I Need You, But...
I Need You...
...But I Can't Have You
Your eyes, they captivate,
Your face shows your beauty innate
Seemingly an angel from the skies
Sent to shine amidst the pain and lies
My heart does long for you
It beats with a love so true
But sometimes, I have to face reality
I can't just babble randomosity
For I can't have you, it's sad
Something that can drive me mad
I long to take your hand
And you would bring heaven into my land.
I always dream of your beauty and grace
That no gold or jewels could ever replace
Please, dearest, won't you hear my plea
For you are serenaded by an admirer you can't see?
Someday, I long to clasp you to my breast
Feeling my heart pound faster in my chest
You may not know it, you may not be aware,
Someone longs for you, lady sweet and fair.
dreamstatecandles shiver, too bright to brave
fading into night and their delicate
pin tip wicks flicker-flash,
dancing in the ocean-tide winds
betraying the presence of
your ghostly breath
you sneak in like a whisper
(you didn’t use to be so quiet)
but now you tip-toe, weaving fog across
mirror edges in my mind and
you are just a moment
past midnight; three (strike.. strike.. strike..)
it is too late to resurrect you
the love-linger of your warm skin
atop mine or revive our
skewed dependent cycle of your
breath in my crushed rose lungs or relive
memories more faded than
darling, it is too late, let me sleep;
I’ll dream of you anyways
YouYou are my why
You are why I want to be here
You are why I love this place
And every day when i see your face
You brighten each day
When you say hello to me
But I cant tell you
How could I tell you
Just what you mean to me
But I cant just leave it be
So I write this for you
With all my sad and sorrow
With hope that tomorrow
My heart wont ache
And my heart wont cry
That this longing will be gone
So my soul can rest once more
But it wont work
Because without you, I'm lost
Without you,I'm like a cold frost
But with you here
I have nothing to fear
And I hate to say it
Because then it's true
I love you.
TouchI don't want to get used to the words you whisper in my ear
Or breathlessly sigh into my mouth
I don't want to get used to the touches that you give me when sun hasn't rised yet
And the touches you give me just before I fall asleep
I want it so my cheeks blush either bright red or turn pale in the cold air
So that my hair flies in the unforgiving wind and passionate fire burns my skin
So that I never forget what your true love feels like
And how much damage your anger can do to my soul
I want you so badly to suprise me like you did that cold morning
Planting kisses like flowers on my cheeks
And carrying me through the colorful meadows for two hours
I don't want to get used to you.
Home is Wherever I'm With YouThumping hearts speaking in the silence of the night,
Your skin tingles under my fingertips
And I feel at home.
Twirling a soft, midnight strand of your hair,
Your gentle eyes illuminate a song of happiness
Breathing my words of devotion in your ear to you and only you,
I feel at home.
Protecting you from the thorns of life,
Convincing you that you shine brighter than any star in God’s sky,
I feel so alive with you by my side.
Invested in you and only you,
I feel the warmth of your body in my embrace,
And I’m home.
Beautiful Constellation (The Fault In Our Stars)And this has nothing to do
Though you feel like one to me
And I know nothing is really "okay"
But saying it makes me feel infinite
Belongs to us
Though it never really did
And though you are out of touch
You are mine all the same
I would dare to let death go
Though you say it's inevitable
And I always imagined a perfect ending
But perfect does not exist
And my thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations
Because nothing makes sense to me
And even "us" doesn't make sense to me
Death doesn't make sense to me
It's all a broken reverie
But I still love you
You are my angel
Though this is not really about angels
Because angels come and go
You are here with me in this infinite moment
And we will both die shortly
Death is only waiting for us to give up
And we both have nothing
But the fault in our stars
And the fault in our stars
Does not exist
Though some say
That it is hardly ever our fate that makes us underlings,
Sunlight VS. ShadowsDarling,
I love you
I love the way you laugh
When I say something funny without trying
The way you smile
Although you don't do that often
The way you try to romance me
With those silly, adorable pickup lines
You always seem to make me blush
You always have a way to make me smile
But now you have her...
Another girl you really like
Another sun to light up your world
Is her sunlight brighter than mine?
Is my light fading on you?
But I'm happy for you
I really am...
I'm glad you have someone to make you smile
I'm happy someone can make you laugh more than I do
I wish you good luck
I'll wish upon that shooting star
For you to have a better life
With that girl who will actually be there for you
I'm better sinking into the shadows
Shall I just move on?
Shall I fade into the night?
Where I will be hidden forever?
It's not like I have a chance
Or anyone else
So please, my love
Will you answer these questions for me?
Shall I leave or stay?
Shall I move on with the feelings
I've been having the dreams
I don't see his face
I see his back
All I see is him
His hair is blue
Does it mean that I miss him?
When I think of him
I start to cry
He has my heart
And he always will
It's his, and only his
A mystery for twoLet me put my words away
I want to express myself
To speak in a a way only you can understand
Just trust me
The more I yell the less you'll hear
And these matters - well, I do believe they ought to be crystal clear
Believe me, silence is the key
Now close your eyes and reach for me
No, do not touch me
Just be close and fell the heat
Count the tic-tac of my irregular heartbeat
Really, words tend to get in the way
I say this, you think that - we go separate ways
Let's keep things simple
I'll avoid your gaze
You're too amazing for me to keep up
Call me shy or call me crazy
There's one more secret I'd like to share with you
I hope I made you feel like you're special
If you focus you'll find a connection
If you don't trust me or don't believe me, you will see
These things I've never said or did - for you from me
You Don't KnowYou Don't Know
You don't know why this girl smiles
When she catches your eye
You don't know why her heart beats
When you return the grin
You don't know why she trembles
When you draw close to her
You don't know why she giggles
Or knots her hands together
Like some nervous waif
When you're around
You don't know why that girl stutters
When she speaks to you
You don't know why she suddenly lights up
When she sees you around
You don't know why her heart leaps faster
When you stop for some conversation
You don't know why she is smiling
And always happy to find you, even
When you simply stand there
Like some superstar in her dreams
You don't know why.
You don't know.
I'm in love with you.
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