Monday, March 10, 2014

The GIFT



There is this cute little girl whom I like;
I like her so much that I already am in love,
Love her too hard that it always hurts.
And it hurts so bad that it almost kills.
But that’s not a dead end to this beginning.
‘Cause I’m not that kind who would give up easily,
Neither the kind who would want to wait forever.
But my unfolded wide open arms are only to embrace you,
And I mean, one and only for you.

I may seem fine at surface but deep beneath resides a loneliness.
A thirsty and hungry loneliness that starves for love.
A thrilling love which always left me surprised.
And a confused surprise whose reason, I might never know.
Maybe it was decided and is a gift from the almighty above,
That the route of love ain’t always a silky plain;
But the plain with the pointed edges obtruding outward
Like the exquisite red roses surrounded by the thorns.
And I accept to walk the plain and the thorny roses.

I tired tirelessly not to be like a jerk or sound like a geek,
But I failed and have proven to be one on her behalf.
She knows it better than herself that I love her deeply,
And I know it better than myself that she hates me bitterly.
Her hate so strong that whenever I dare think about her,
It crumbles my heart, shatters to pieces and a chilly pain remains.
But hey, just know that the harder you hate, the stronger I’ll stand.
Stronger than I ever was and bettered than you ever thought
And all of these I do it, just for you.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

LOVE: An Art, A Sound, The Dire Need

Love is Mother Natures marvelous work of art;
Where it involves the mightiest and a pure innocent heart,
It neither counts beauty nor on those who are smart
But a rigid commitment is required from the early start.
Every individual has to evenly play their own part,
Has to take in oath to sustain all season and never depart,
And aid in hoisting it tall, to strengthen and safeguard
As the failure of one would tear all of them apart.

Love ain't always joyous but pain as well is in bound,
As life is not always about a merry go round around.
Maybe the accomplishment of it is like being with a crown
But then down it brings and bury the spirit in the ground,
With the lamest of the excuses and numbness so profound
And nothing to cling unto but the darkness that surround,
Impaired and weakened eyes swerved to form a frown,
Leaving behind the brokenness and an astonishing astound
Pathetic and sympathetic, the lost soul might never be found.

Love is not some evils curse but a blessing indeed,
A possession presented on the overcome of greed;
The award rewarded for one's well behaved deed;
By the Almighty above through his angelic Cupid.
It is the circumstance for His peaceful terms agreed.
Love is not a flower, neither a fruit nor a seed,
Not even flesh nor a bone but if wounded it would bleed.
Love is a phenomena for all and one cannot randomly forbid.
It is the most purest entity that one needs to succeed.
And without it, one is nothing but a complete stupid.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

A Love Zombie

It's difficult to alter now of how deep I feel,
Because you're in my heart, set forever in a seal.
Maybe I should've precaution myself of the deal
That would overturn my dreams from what's real.
And thought the repercussions before I let myself to your reveal.
I should've hauled the feel before it became a zeal.
Now the thoughts that you don't at all care draws me ill.
Maybe now, I'll never from this dreadful pain ever heal.

It's impossible now, I can't even make it look artificial,
And the pain that i hold onto, kills me everyday in serial.
But still I continue to survive though placed with lots of curtail.
I've tried best but have failed to break the walls of your jail.
The imprisonment of my heart into yours has got no bail.
I may refuse to show at times but there's never a denial,
Maybe a reason why I'll wait for you forever here along these rail.
But without your presence, I'll never start to sail,
For I love you with your every minute detail.

I'll never accept to fall into the defeat.
For you're the reason, my heart skips a beat.
"I Love You", like a broken record, I'll continue to repeat,
But I'm thankful that along my journey, I met you at least.

Monday, September 23, 2013

The Un-sheltered Lonesomeness

There has been times when it felt,
Like I was left to rot all by myself.
But now I know I stood for a purpose.
And the purpose was to make you feel,
The way it felt when one gets loved unconditionally.

I don't know of how long I may stand this,
But the blue moon day is sure to glitter upon me
Someday and somehow on this very place.
And I know that I am just being a lone dreamer,
Dreaming for snowfall in this very bright summer.

Hope has perched my soul with the hardest grip,
That I just can't let off this feeling so easily now.
So, I'm going to wait here till the very end,
Here in this place for now and the days on
Till the very last ash turns out of me.