Restless so I shall perfect my craft of words.
And describe newly found people in my life.
Breathe.
A heavy burden she carries everyday.
She might hurt inside but on shows a strong front to every one around her.
You might think stick and stones won't hurt her
but you're wrong.
She gets pierced often, but she doesn't wallow in self pity.
She might sit in a corner and cry.
She might drink her sorrows away
and sing her heart out.
But she won't leap across the edge.
And it only makes me wonder what I'll view of life
through her eyes.
Inhale.
She cuddles her furry pig, savoring its comfort.
Through the storms of her life,
the ebbs and flows of the tide lapping against the beach of life,
it has always been with her.
She hugs it as she lies asleep on her bed
A smile on her face, content she is.
Life is simple.
Work. Mingle. Laugh.
None of life's extremities have taken its toll on her.
Deep down she has a few insecurities.
If only she were taller.
If only people took her more seriously.
If only she could grow up and be an adult.
Yet she's unaware of the potential within her.
That she already has the talents and skills necessary
And her own limitation is herself.
Exhale.
Like pollen to bees is her voice to my ears.
Her eyes full of warmth and trust.
Security is but a state of mind.
Conscious of what people think of her.
Sensitive, but when hurt, she's like a deer wounded with an arrow.
Like a lamb, she needs to be mothered and fussed over.
She sleeps elated, and dreams pass her by.
I love her.
Release.
Unveiling layer upon layer is not an easy feat.
She's built up a self-protective mechanism
Because she's been hurt before.
And she doesn't want to do it again.
She's yearning for something in life, what could it be?
Acceptance or companionship or love or trust or sincere honesty?
She aims, she leaps, the ball's in the hoop.
But she walks away dejected.
Guilt drags her feet down.
At times she struggles to surface,
to breathe as the waters engulf her.
As the seas refuse to break and to swallow its next prey
Some call it the sea of love.
Others call it the sea of eternal sacrifice.
She calls it the sea of life.
Will she flounder or will she sink?
She guards herself, and her heart even deeper.
Her eyes are glazed and hide much.
Oh, but to take a peek within.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
The corner
He stands at the corner of the crossroads
Contemplating his fate.
But what fate is there to contemplate
Since he has not chosen yet which road to travel.
Deep down in us, we all have sadness.
We all grieve.
Regrets, past decisions gone bad.
Rash actions, intolerable utterances.
Harsh words.
A kiss here, a hug there,
Emotions riding on caresses.
But what do you care?
Oh look what you've done,
You made a fool of every one.
Why do i detest you so?
Let me count the ways.
Im soaring skywards,
But falling earthwards.
I need.
You.
Contemplating his fate.
But what fate is there to contemplate
Since he has not chosen yet which road to travel.
Deep down in us, we all have sadness.
We all grieve.
Regrets, past decisions gone bad.
Rash actions, intolerable utterances.
Harsh words.
A kiss here, a hug there,
Emotions riding on caresses.
But what do you care?
Oh look what you've done,
You made a fool of every one.
Why do i detest you so?
Let me count the ways.
Im soaring skywards,
But falling earthwards.
I need.
You.
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Sunday, January 16, 2011
He lurks within the shadows
He lurks within the shadows
Looking on, gazing in the distance
Hoping, wishing, yearning, dreaming.
He stands beneath the sun
but no one scorns him
A red rubber ball attached to his nose
The joker he is
And everyone likes him
laughter, who can deny?
But no one loves him
love, who can buy?
She runs to him for advice
for a listening ear
for a massage on the back
for someone to wipe off her tear
Does she know
Does she care
But he retreats into the shadows
When she needs him, he will surface.
He will rise.
She dances into oblivion.
And he watches from the distance.
Ready to catch her if she falls.
But what if she falls into the arms of another?
What will he do?
Looking on, gazing in the distance
Hoping, wishing, yearning, dreaming.
He stands beneath the sun
but no one scorns him
A red rubber ball attached to his nose
The joker he is
And everyone likes him
laughter, who can deny?
But no one loves him
love, who can buy?
She runs to him for advice
for a listening ear
for a massage on the back
for someone to wipe off her tear
Does she know
Does she care
But he retreats into the shadows
When she needs him, he will surface.
He will rise.
She dances into oblivion.
And he watches from the distance.
Ready to catch her if she falls.
But what if she falls into the arms of another?
What will he do?
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
life and its humor
Sometimes life pokes you in the ribs.
You're listening to music on your inner-ear headphones, and a scene unfolds in front of you, that is somewhat appropriate and complements the piece of music you're listening to.
Like watching a live music video. Only there's no singer belting out the woeful lyrics. Or dancers breaking.
But a live music video, nevertheless.
You're listening to music on your inner-ear headphones, and a scene unfolds in front of you, that is somewhat appropriate and complements the piece of music you're listening to.
Like watching a live music video. Only there's no singer belting out the woeful lyrics. Or dancers breaking.
But a live music video, nevertheless.
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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Tick tock tick tock
The weight within her.
Thrown into the river,
A stone is tied to her feet.
Her hands flail
She gasps for breath
And swallow water
Her eyes turn white
She resists
No more.
A flash.
The father figure she never had
The brother she always wanted
The constant companion she always needed.
He was there by her side
When she needed him
To dance, to drink.
To rise, to sink.
To laugh and live life.
He is whom she compares her suitors to.
He is whom she falls back on.
He is whom she goes to without fail.
And now he is going to leave her.
Not permanently, but every second without
feels like a year
An aching of the heart that cannot be soothed
by music or booze.
But she cannot promise to wait.
Cause a dam that has a leak
and says it is solid
Its statement does not hold water.
And leaks are easy to spot.
And easy for people to manipulate.
A flash.
She's in a train
Chugging along full speed ahead
A deep ravine looms near
Tracks run to the end
But they can only survive for a little while longer
What is she going to do?
Tick tock tick tock.
Will she jump off the train
and onto solid ground
Or stay on and plunge into the unknown
Where there might be bristles and thorns
Beasts lurking in the shadows
Or plunge into a flowing river
of love that supports her
and sustains her
till she reaches the beach and stands on her
two own feet.
Tick tock tick tock.
Thrown into the river,
A stone is tied to her feet.
Her hands flail
She gasps for breath
And swallow water
Her eyes turn white
She resists
No more.
A flash.
The father figure she never had
The brother she always wanted
The constant companion she always needed.
He was there by her side
When she needed him
To dance, to drink.
To rise, to sink.
To laugh and live life.
He is whom she compares her suitors to.
He is whom she falls back on.
He is whom she goes to without fail.
And now he is going to leave her.
Not permanently, but every second without
feels like a year
An aching of the heart that cannot be soothed
by music or booze.
But she cannot promise to wait.
Cause a dam that has a leak
and says it is solid
Its statement does not hold water.
And leaks are easy to spot.
And easy for people to manipulate.
A flash.
She's in a train
Chugging along full speed ahead
A deep ravine looms near
Tracks run to the end
But they can only survive for a little while longer
What is she going to do?
Tick tock tick tock.
Will she jump off the train
and onto solid ground
Or stay on and plunge into the unknown
Where there might be bristles and thorns
Beasts lurking in the shadows
Or plunge into a flowing river
of love that supports her
and sustains her
till she reaches the beach and stands on her
two own feet.
Tick tock tick tock.
Friday, January 07, 2011
The Sing-Offs
There's this show that I just caught.
And I would definitely recommend you to watch.
It's called the Sing-Offs.
It's a cross between Glee and American Idol.
A singing competition for singing groups only.
I actually like the content so far, because you know, most singing competitions are solo
and humorous.
This show, being based on group singing, allows the different talents of individual members to merge and collaborate together resulting in awesome performances.
Please go watch it, if you have the time.
And I would definitely recommend you to watch.
It's called the Sing-Offs.
It's a cross between Glee and American Idol.
A singing competition for singing groups only.
I actually like the content so far, because you know, most singing competitions are solo
and humorous.
This show, being based on group singing, allows the different talents of individual members to merge and collaborate together resulting in awesome performances.
Please go watch it, if you have the time.
Sunday, January 02, 2011
bellow indeed.
I just came across a post in Stomp about a student offering to do other people's homework for $5. And who says youths aren't creative and lack entrepreneurship skills?
And, I will not go into the discussion as to whether this is good or bad, what struck me at first sight is that I will definitely not want her to be doing my english homework for me.
She posted: "Anyone needs homework services? All homework at 5$! (: Any subject. Sec1 and bellow. :/"
And, I will not go into the discussion as to whether this is good or bad, what struck me at first sight is that I will definitely not want her to be doing my english homework for me.
She posted: "Anyone needs homework services? All homework at 5$! (: Any subject. Sec1 and bellow. :/"
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