Just Emoting...

Apologies seem irrelevant now.
Sadness is futile.
The broken bond seems irreparable.
Your efforts to mend it is laudable, but the rapport is badly ruptured.

How can you sustain a life that is already heading into oblivion?
Must there be someone to expedite it?
Suffice it to say, we all have had these moments.
These moments that we feel like hope is itinerant, and that it will never reach us.

One more question... this question has been asked once.
I only desire to repeat it.
'Can a heart still break once it has stopped beating?'

I would give everything to get rid of these... these tremulous emotions, even if it were for only a day.


This is what happens to me when I'm in a state of emotional flux.

Flowers We Are

My life as it is.

The blue skies are hidden in clouds.
Rain drops to fall are imminent.
Buds shall be released from their shrouds.
No more will they feel impotent.
But what becomes of this flower
if it's without it's stalk and leaves?
Death be it's fate altogether.
'Twill not witness the days and eves.
It shall be bereft of beauty,
Condemned to pain and suffering.
Meanings lose their lucidity,
experiencing qualms unending.
But hope still remains for this one,
as to all of us in this Earth.
All it needs is water and sun.
Stem, roots, and soil brings all the mirth.
We are flowers; anywhere delves.
But can't live only with ourselves.

Smile :)

A quote by yours truly ;) dedicated to My Angel.

"Your smile leaves me with an eddy of emotions swirling in my mind. But among the crowd of feelings that fill my heart, LOVE is the most dominant of them all. My only desire is to see you smile. For whenever you do, life seems more bearable."

You know, guys, I can make a poem out of this quote I made. I'm working on it. ^_^

Neglected

This is for JPB... I was hurt, okay?! :(

I needed a friend, but you sent me away.
Now I’m stuck here wondering what to say.
Should I say “sorry” for disturbing your call?
Maybe it’s best to say nothing at all.

That time, you were the only one online,
Thought you could help with a problem that was mine.
But I only got neglected, I feel so unprotected.
A bridge that broken; before it had spoken.

Getting hurt, I didn’t mean to feel.
But it’s just too hard to break a deal,
the deal of friendship to help when in need.
Not to trample their hearts without any heed.

Here I go again with my selfish recollections,
thinking only about myself and my friendly obsessions.
But I want you to know that my intentions are clear.
I only want to make a friend for me to hold dear.

My Special "Thank You"

Another poem for Kuya Pat. ^_^

Sometime ago, I made a new friend.
But as the time passed it felt near to an end.
Then I realized it wasn't in the replies,
But in the so-called "companionship" that never dies.

I wrote a poem for this friend which is something not new to me.
I know it's really not as much as a beautiful soliloquy.
But I was truly surprised when he said he was sorry.
I really didn't mind and there was no need for an apology.

In him I saw true patience's meaning,
And that a friend must wait without complaining.
I've been given a chance to thank him for that.
With this poem, of course, which is for his eyes to look at.

I guess now you're wondering who this is for and why.
Well, let's just say he's my friend named John Patrick Bagalay.

Thanks, Kuya Pat! ^_^

My Friend That Seldom Replies

I know I don't really make special menti0ns to any of my works. But this one... haha... this was really meant for someone. No teasing, okay? I was a bit annoyed with that person while making this poem. But I was laughing while I was making this.

I have a friend that seems really nice,
But sometimes stops replying like a block of ice!
It's easy to spot him, even with just an eye.
And he's right there! His name's John Patrick Bagalay.

He's fun to chat with, but that's seldom for me.
Because he chats with his other friends, you see.
But I really don't care if he doesn't reply.
Because I know he's my friend, and I said this without a sigh!

Patrick, or as I'd like to call him, Kuya Pat, rarely replies to any of my messages because he chats with his other friends. That's why I made this poem.

Thoughts and A Promise

Last night in the quiet of the night
I was taken somewhere beyond my sight.
I was brought to a place so peaceful and quiet.
And what a surprise! It was where we first met.

I suddenly remembered that I had a lot of work to do,
And that it was not the time to be thinking of you.
But how I could forget that you were
Is something that my mind would surely err.

There my mind was caught by something in the dusk,
It smelled as sweet as the fragrant musk.
Oh, how I wished you were there to show me you care,
Because I was really starting to miss you beyond compare.

A thought suddenly came that made me feel grim.
And everything around me started to dim.
What if you did not want to see me again?
It was a thought that made me want to go to heaven.

Again, another thought came to me.
Thinking that dying now shouldn't be.
For I have made a promise that I would never leave.
And with this, I slept gently, but with tears, in the eve.