| if i ask you to try,
and teach me how to fly..
on my own
will you teach me?
if i ask you to see,
while i'm flying so free..
on my own
will you see me cry?
if i ask you to know,
why i'm feeling so low..
on my own
will you help me believe?
if i ask you to grieve,
while you're making me leave..
on my own
will i see your sorrow?
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been writing this for quite sometime now, it actually made no sense to me at all when i wrote the first few lines. the important things is, i had fun doing this, coz of the pattern i used. it may not be obvious, but it sure is rhyming!
non sense.. just pure non sense.
what a day. what a day to start the week: came in late at work. had lunch in time BUT went back to the office late, waaay too late. beat that! then again, the important thing is, i had fun. and the boss wasn't here when we came back(second most important), lol.
and that's where my story ends. -nuff sed- | comments: Leave a comment   |
| ..freakin' L-A-Z-Y.
here's another shorty, coz i'm so fckin lazy to think of what to write next. if you got an idea, go ahead and blurt it out..
in all of life's promises
that we are yet to redeem.
convincing ourselves that we are complete
or so it may seem.
i thought i already had in mind what i was gonna write next. guess i was wrong. i don't even know what i'm getting at. i even thought i could follow it with this:
people are often mislead
with insufficient trust.
what i don't understand is
why they don't get us??
but then when i read it again, it sounded awful.. to my ears anyways. so i said to myself, might as well put there my last lines but the freakin third line is so hard to think of..
are they the people that we love?
or the people that we hate?
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or the fear we both create?
stupid third line. i better work on that... NEXT TIME, lol. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
|
at one point in our lives
we were better,
at one point
we were afraid.
that is how each of us grow stronger.
that's how individuals are made.
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| you were the one who made me feel how good it is to be loved;
how great it is to be cared for.
you were the one who told me to believe in myself,
when i thought all the worlds were crushing down on me.
you were the one who listened,
when everyone around me seemed to be deaf and quiet.
you were the one who whispered to my ear,
when i fell down and wouldn't want to get up again.
you were the one who saw my mistakes,
but continued seeing me in a different light instead.
you were the one who can see right through me,
and there was nothing i can do to hide anything.
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bored. i think i need to get back into writing again. | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| i was reading my old files earlier when i came upon these. it's cool and weird at the same time that i once felt this way, and i'm feeling it again. cool, coz i don't have to write another one, lol.
it is hard to realize that you cannot love someone any longer.
you may hate them, or get mad at them.
but it doesn't matter at all; for you feel empty today,
you feel numb: you say nothing, though you see everything.
THAT'S HOW I FEEL FOR YOU TODAY.
i don't know if i'm hurting, or maybe i'm just mad at you.
you have put me down, to the lowest my heart will ever be.
i may forgive, but i cannot guarantee forget.
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imagine a love so tender, so pure and so full of emotions.
you feel flowers blooming everytime you pass by.
now imagine the other person not knowing how you feel.
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i won't take me seriously if i were you.. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| hmm, long title eh? well i can't think of anything else to put up there, so i just wrote what came to my head, lol.
yesterday was supposed to be a happy day. for lots of fcked up reasons, it ended p-r-e-t-t-y BAD. but of course it was a secret from everyone else, lol. came to school with a smile, went home with it as well. no i don't think i need to express all the negativity yesterday, let's just dwell on the happy ones, right? (either this keyboard i'm using is soooo loose, or my fingers are, lol)
it rained pretty hard yesterday. so instead of leaving school at 4:30, i left the buliding at around 5:20. i saw some students, and decided to give them a lift (they were the same students i was with last week, when it was also raining and i had to run through the car park coz i got no umbrella). we all ran towards the car, but since it wasn't my car (it was my dad's) i wasn't able to open it, and we stood there for 3 minutes figuring out how to open the damn vehicle. so we still got wet, lol. finally we were able to get inside, but we didn't leave just yet. we just stayed inside the car and talked about lots of non sense. it was really good, considering i was fuming mad a few minutes before i saw them on the pathway. 30 minutes later, we decided it was time to go home (and i was like an hour away, whereas they just have to walk to nearby villages).
now i know i'm not supposed to say something negative here, but i just have to take this out: last night's episode on The O.C. sucked BIG TIME!! lol. i may be overreacting, but i guess it came with the frustration i got from school, haha. although i saw it coming, i just hate it that marissa and alex broke up, then marissa and ryan got back together, it's just soooooo.. oh you know exactly what i wanna say, lol. good thing outta this? i watched tv, that was good.
so what else? hmm.. oh i overheard (no i'm not evesdropping or anything) that the teacher i replaced will be back sometime october.. so i guess i'll be waiting for her till then, lol. yeah i might be out of work, but it's all good. got the money i need to go places: me and sharon are planning to go to HK and visit ianj, and of course, the trip to boracay this december, lol. i still have my fingers crossed for all of these, but if the school offers to keep my job, that would be super cool, heheh.. i just hope they'd still want me for the next school year even without the license.
damn, writing all these made me wonder if the goals i made out for me has any future at all. i sure do hope so. pray for me
and before i end this, i just wanna share something i wrote for a friend..
eyes like stars,
lights up the heavens.
lost, but not scared;
an ANGEL amongst us.
- stranger
(thanks to teacher tess for teaching me good html, lol)
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now i feel stupid coz i can't take this stupid smile off my face.. but DAMN I'M SO PROUD TO WEAR THIS! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| .. my life sucks.
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i hurt myself because of you.
i wake up every morning, looking forward to seeing your face.
i wake up every morning, hoping and praying for a better grace.
i go by the afternoon, keeping and sulking to the feeling.
i go by the afternoon, waiting for what this life would bring.
i stay up in the evening, and suffer while i weep.
i stay up in the evening, never ever wanting to sleep.
i do all these things coz i don't know what else to do.
all that's left is that, i hurt myself because of you.
muahaha.. me and my weird imagination | | comments: Leave a comment |
| IN CONFIDENCE
by Allison Fell
- An orgasm is like an anchovy,
she says,
little, long, and very salty.
- No, it's a caterpillar,
undulating, fat and sweet.
- A sunburst, says the third,
an exploding watermelon:
I had one at Christmas.
- Your body betrays, she says,
one way or another.
Rash and wriggling, it comes
and comes, while your mind
says lie low, or go.
- Or else it snarls and shrinks
to the corner of its cage
while your mind, consenting,
whips it on and out,
out in the open
and so free.
- As for me,
says the last,
if I have them brazen
with birthday candles,
with watery faucets
or the handles of Toby Jugs,
I don't care who knows it.
But how few I have -
keep that in the dark.
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i'm not really sure what this means.. but hey, i read this and thought it would be nice to share it with you. hope today is great for you, as it was for me, lol.. and if you happen to not like it, i can always look for another one :P | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| how can you say these things to me,
when all i feel for you is more than what was expected.
to love you was all i ever wanted to do,
yet you treated me like i was never there.
maybe i didn't tell you,
or maybe you didn't know.
either way i just feel,
that you will never be mine.
i was willing give up every inhibition that i had,
to share a new life, and build new dreams with you.
but i guess i was expecting too much.
or maybe things are just goin too fast in my head.
...but hey, i might be just dreaming in the first place.. who knows? | | comments: Leave a comment |
| hi andi, i promised you to write something
ok it's a bit late should've done this a few days ago, but better late then never right?well at least for a lazy git like me, lol.
yahoo indeed sucks the last few days, so Mr Gates if you read this pls buy them out and make it work better.lol
well andi, you're a sweetheart, pls stay that way, i like you just the way you are.
hmm i dont know what else to write, ok maybe a little piece:
in the midst of day
little bird knocked on my window
i said hi
but no reply
just stood there with the deepest black eyes
but suddenly it winked
and a warm smile
the sweetest smile
melted my heart and the dear bird flew away
wish it finds the way to more windows
and make their day as beautiful as mine
hihihi maybe too childish for your taste
but i really wish can see more smiles on your face
ciao,
you know who--(sound mysterious enough?)lol
p.s. sorry if you get negative comments,i'll take full irresponsibility, hihihi | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| i have always told you lots of things,
but this one i didn't say:
that you make my life complete,
and i thank the Lord for you everyday.
this actually is just a part of something i wrote yesterday.. i kinda write a line or two everytime i get to sit here in front of the computer, and so far, i've got almost 16 lines now, yey!
i went to school today, and attended this job fair with my friend sharon. no, it wasn't any good, coz i wasn't really interested on any of them anyways. i just had to get out of our house, and the fair was the best excuse i had. plus, i got my alumni card, which is like the best thing there is, next to my school ID of course, lol. with that card, i'd be able to go inside the school anytime, and in any gate that i'd want to, heheh.. just like my old ID, except it was brand new.
i know it sounds silly that i am happy sayin these stuff, but i rarely go out, and staying inside the house all day everyday drives me nuts. but i'm not a total bum either, uhm, sort of.. i make sure i fix my bed after i wake up; i arrange/clean/sort out things in our upper living room a.k.a. my upper bedroom; i maintain the cleanliness in my bedroom by not using it all the time; i draw and write.
not so bum-ish, right?? and i don't sleep in the afternoons either, lol.
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picture addict: the more pics, the more pervy i get? lmao.. no nudys please.. *winks* | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| my walk through life was once a lonely path;
puzzled and broken and torn into pieces.
not knowing what i want, falling everywhere,
shattered and scattered: that was me.
my walk through life has been a lonely path;
lost but still headed in a place i've never heard of.
but once in this lonely path i found you,
you changed my destination, my thoughts and my view.
my walk through life will always be a lonely path;
bothered, still unchanged and always looking forward.
and now that i see you way infront of me standing,
yes i'd still walk alone, but i know i have you in my heart.
..My Light
so writing is like my most favorite thing to do. whenever something pops up in my head, i write it down. i feel sad? i write about it. happy? still write about it. writing is like, a form of release for me. my therapy. my very best friend in the world.
i usually write about two to three times a week. it's like a routine that i've started, that helps me to refresh myself from all the stresses and worries i got. but ever since last term, i wasn't able to write any decent thing, and to think it was from december up to april of this year. i was THAT preoccupied back then. but now, i've started, or rather resumed writing again, which i think, is a good thing for me, coz i'm doing nothing pretty much most of the time. i just feel happy because of it. yun lang actually..
and i draw a little too. it took me almost a month just to draw a sleeping girl.. with little details on it, lol.
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writing = poetry. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| Champion Storm, whoopin’ up the room
Basketball queens, with feet unstable,
Laughed and cried and jumped on the table
Danced on the table,
Hugged & kissed each other to the fans sonic boom
Fans loud as they were able,
Storm fan boom!
But cast your minds back to that moment of gloom
The crack of a nose, crowd like the tomb
Birdie Beak broken. A wave of emotion
A tragic end for the Storm fans’ devotion?
And inside the Key, the re-charged Lynx
Their heads are high while my heart sinks.
Then I saw our Tully, taking up the slack
Coming off the bench with the Storm on her back.
Then I heard the boom of the Storm fans’ roar
As Tully’s sent skidding along the floor
“FOUL” screamed the whistle from the blind referee
“CHARGE” screamed the one-eyed, fans of Tully
But Tully doesn’t stop to have a grumble
Harrass the point guard,
Watch Tully rumble,
Dribble-dribble, dribble-fumble,
Pounce!
Fans roar “Tully, Tully, Tully” Boom!
A roaring, epic, deafening din
From the mouths of the Stormies
To distant Merredin
Loss is unthinkable
Win seems impossible
Tully is magical.
Boom! Make the long trey
Boom! Steal the ball away
Boom! Pass to LJ
Feel the Storm
Woo, Hoo, Hoo.
Susie’s not doin’ the happy dance
Fumes at the waste of a gift-wrapped chance
Now our Birdie reappears
Raises her fist, happy tears.
Listen to the crowd’s great acclamation
Tully is the toast of the Stormy nation.
Seattle rises to an Aussie champ
So join with me in a joyful chant
“Then I saw our Tully, taking up the slack
Coming off the bench with the Storm on her back,
Playing stifling defence, running the attack
We’re so pleased our Tully says she’s coming back.”
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lol, i don't think anybody would be able to relate to this, but heck i really loved this one the moment i saw it. got this from a fansite actually, written by a certain TrueBlue dude.. well i AM a self-confessed WNBA addict. i don't care if nobody i know shares the same interest i've got. and yeah, i'm a "budding" tully fan. this ode truly expresses on how great she was, stepping up when her team needed her the most. and i love seeing her running around like a loon.. small gal, but great hustler.
meanwhile, on the other side of my brain, i'm smiling while watching The Swan pageant. smiling, not making fun ok? well i rarely go home early, i usually come at around 1030-11pm, check emails, then watch tv till i fall asleep. but since yesterday, i started goin home early. guess i was just feeling tired more, or gettin lazy, lol. oh well.. ima enjoy this night and keep the remote control to myself, coz tomorrow i know i've still got work to do :D goohnayt y'all! | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| Do you remember when we broke up,
well i was feeling blue.
Because all the things you said were true.
Sorry if i acted like a fool,
its just that i didnt know what to do.
Now i know that i need you.
You know i'll do anything just to see you by my sight.
I promise you to do you right.
Cause your the right one for me,
i promise i'll make you happy.
Cause i can't live without you,
even if i try if i die and live again.
It wouldn't be the same.
All the things we did together,
i'll write it in a letter.
But you'll always be in my heart forever,
wondering if we ever get back together.
Cause i cant live with out you,
even if i try and if i die an live again.
It wouldn't be the same.
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this is written by my dear friend nat (adalid's her real name). baby im sorry if i posted this one, i just wanted them all to see. hope you're not hating me for this. im proud what you did, you should write more. dont worry, next time i wont post it here, if you still gonna give me more of them, that is. love ya. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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