Self Talk

would it make a difference if i kept it all inside
and pretend there's nothing more?
would i be lying to myself?
would i be protecting you?
was it the right thing to do
to be blind about this?
was it selfsih? was it wrong
to hide the truth from you?
was it worthy to compromise?
would it be right
if none of us knew and i never wanted?
would it still be the same?
would you be satisfied? would i yearn?
was it noble to give up what i had?
were there no regrets?
was it worth the risk after all?

tell me...



Authors Note: I wrote this while cramming for an exam...the result? a barely passing mark for my exam and a whole lot of satisfaction..hahaha!

Point Blank

This will be the last time i think about you no more lies, no more fooling myself
no more waiting for someone who won't come back
that dance will be just another dance
that smile will be just another smile
that name will be just an acquantance
sooner or later i'll have to face the music
i will never be the one who can make you happy
nor can i make you feel what is not there
some things can never be changed and are just best remembered
hearts are easily broken but they can be mended
only if we accept the truth no matter how hurtful it is.
i am strong, i will be strong, i have to be...
i will break this cycle of pain and dreaming
i will pick up where you left and put the pieces together
by myself
i won't hold your memories back with hate
i will set them all free
i will set myself free from now on
with thoughts of better days to come
for with all this pain i have learned
i have grown and i have become better
so that when i see YOU i can at last smile
and say to myself
"FINALLY I HAVE MOVED ON.."



Authors Note: im just being mellowly dramatic..a pathetic attempt to end a natural disaster

The Last Words

Boy: "That while some good things never last, some don't even start..."





Girl: "I hope you love me enough just to let me go..."

H.O.

i want to let go
of the hurt you caused me

but with that pain

comes the joy of loving you

that even if it tears me

to see you held by his hand

walked home by him

i still find peace inside your eyes

no matter how many times

my heart gets shattered

i would gladly pick the pieces up

and put them back together

for this is my only retreat

my reverie from the outside truth

that even if things felt so right

you were never mine to begin with

i'll just close my eyes

take these tears forgranted

and think about the times you said you'd be there for me

forever.........



Author's Note: my writing style is VERY EXPERIMENTAL ...meaning it doesn't have to rhyme or follow pantameter measurements...i think its futile to restrict yourself to limitations when it comes to writing...Read: freedom of expression. the enigma of the title is very quote:intriguing

Blumentritt

my butt gets sore from sitting for hours
face gets pampered with smoke and debris
wiping off sweat in every corner
hot and dirty, noisy and pungent

my body narrowed by strangers
becoming a claustrophobic contortionist
at the same time noble
as i give the driver other people's money


sleep becomes my own enemy
as i fight boredom with thieves
tempers clash, heads get bruised
inside this heroic vehicle

a pause and a stop every now and then
amidst death-defying velocity
getting acquainted with every roadly name
becomes a perilous journey of the masses

every afternoon i tread this journey
hoping it wil be easier the next day
unanswered prayer: "when will this end?"
dormitory-life seems so far-away!


Author's Note: this one was written in the same date (july 9) i have written "Pathetic"...i also wrote it while riding home (blumentritt-Novaliches-bound Jeepney)..hehe it's one of my few poems its not love oriented.im sure if Ema and Armand can relate.