Saturday, January 10, 2009 7:08 PM '
Dancing In Circles
The strings,
The sound,
Can you hear it?
It was like then.
I missed,
I lost it,
That chance,
Will never be another.
A fool I was,
Thinking all these while,
Staying next to you,
Was keeping you close to my heart.
Now I realize,
I was wrong,
I was just dreaming,
A fool's dream.
So here I am,
Watching you dancing,
Every step,
With another man of your dreams.
For I,
Shall continue to wait,
Till winter ends,
And spring to come.
Seasons change,
But we will never change,
We will always remain,
Me,
You and Him.
Love,
Like a one-way ticket,
It never returns,
Only taken.
Heart broken,
With my feet soaked,
I dream away,
Dancing on the moon,
In circles,
Without you.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008 9:06 PM '
Something
There is something,
In your eyes,
Conveying unrelenting sadness,
Like a melancholy tune.
Sit down,
Let me wipe them away,
Whats wrong?
Hush.
Need a ear,
Or bear the wine?
Hush,
Sleep my dear.
Something filling,
Something thrilling,
Yet killing,
As I am feeling.
Smell,
Touch,
And close your eyes,
I am here.
Sunday, November 16, 2008 7:51 PM '
Around the World
When someone tells you that you are his/her world, they mean it.
Take my hand,Have trust in me,And i shall show you,A world beyond magical.Sit on a little boat,To a mystical island,Sun rises in gold,Sets in perfect dim.We fly across continents,To discover the undiscovered,The meaning of adventure,In its pleasant of passion.Lets go diving,Under the sea,To listen to conversations,Reverberating in the water.Colorful world ain't it?It isn't the end.Rest ourselves on the mountain tops,To feel the colors of rainbows.Night is always young,With its twinkling lights hanging above,Studded night sky,Like your beautiful eyes.Tell me dear,The world is yours and mine,But this love,Is yours to explore.
Thursday, November 6, 2008 9:46 PM '
New Air
Look up the sky,Where does it heads to?No where you say.I once heard a song.Sang to my ear.Voice like an angel.Looks like storybooks.Don't believe would you?Doubt you ever will.Pay attention y'all.A picture burnt.Smothered paintings.Silent bells.I awaited.It never came back.So here i am.Can cry and bitch.But where will it lead me to?Good question.That is why i stood up.Keep moving forward.Never look back.A different sky.Still blue.Just a different window.
Thursday, October 2, 2008 1:42 AM '
Flaming
Fall,
Deceit,
This was all,
That I could bear.
Mere little me,
Who am I,
To budge in,
As though you are mine.
Fine,
I care less,
I feel jealous,
In detest.
What should I do,
To release,
Myself,
Off this torture chamber.
Love,
Ain't a word,
Just another sound,
Ringing beside my ears.
Once gone,
I will be torn,
Into two,
Or maybe all.
I can't bear it anymore,
Stop burning me,
Release me,
I am tired.
I just want,
To forget,
To lose it,
And be gone.
Help me,
Rossette,
Felaqua En Dies,
On Do Sicnele.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008 1:35 AM '
The Broken Stage
I sat,I watched,I listened,I shut up.Vanity,Despair,Unspoken hatred,Ran through my veins.Tell me,If there is another life,What would it be,With or without?Blow this candle,Make a wish,And gone I shall be,From your life !Be it, Or be it not,Your decision,Which of us.Lines are drawn,Curtains unraveled,The stage was ours,For old timers' sake.Every word,Every line,By heart,I breathe with.Let me know,When shall it be,Our next play,Of Romeo and Juliet.
That lips of yours,
Shall I die with,
The broken stage,
As it crumbles.
Without a role,
There shall end,
My grave,
To be my dying bed.
Saturday, August 2, 2008 10:48 PM '
Drunken Wine
Ever drank wine before? Do you know i fancy wine more than any alcohol in the world? Ask why? Because i think it is the most classy drink. It takes effort, it takes time, it takes good skills, and it takes everything from the best of the best, to squeeze out a real, red, just nice, wine. I believe love has all the essence in just a glass of wine.
Disclaimer: It ain't my business if you have any fantasy while paying so much attention on the details.
This love,Is like fire,With me,Burning in your flames.Candles,For glamor,Wine,For classic.Sight of you,Makes me breathless,Your perfume,Sexually arousing.Into this deep,Dense feeling of mysterious,Rose of pink,Triumph over a red rose.Loving behind windows,Kissing pass shadows,Walking through illusions,I was drunk.One sip of wine,To drown into you,Just one night,Embracing you in my arms.Swaying the dance floor,Lost in your beauty,Strawberry filled,As we kissed.Diamond chandelier,Silently dims,Our kiss,Intensified.Just one glass,Being spectacular,Beyond passion,Just heavenly.One night,True love's kiss,Was like in a dream,Falling in love.Overwhelmed with alcohol,Neither taste nor sense,Only awareness,Of your presence.Shattered to pieces,That was the last drop,Of our perfect love,Engulfed in sorrow.This glass of wine,Isn't yours,Nor mine,It's ours to experience.One glass,
Sparked our love,
A bottle,
Never enough to forget you.
Love reflects wine,Succulent in disguise,Dry in feeling,But drunk once savored.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008 10:49 PM '
Death By Chocolate
Dated 21/6/2008. There is more than what you read here.
At first sight,
I fell so deeply,
In the blackhole,
Named after love.
You are Juliet,
And sadly,
I ain't any Romeo,
To make your world any perfect.
Time after time,
We crossed eye,
Exchanged smiles,
But never in contact.
It was long,
Since i first longed for you,
But fate was cruel,
To pull us far apart.
I would crave,
To just once,
Hold you,
And embrace in your arms.
I would wish,
To just smell,
That wonderful mint scent,
That sexually arouse me.
I would just hope,
To steal a kiss,
From that divine lips of yours,
And continue dreaming.
I would love,
To be with you,
Until the last drop,
Of sand in time.
Time passes so fast,
Without mercy,
This is the end,
Of our beautiful encounter.
I am sleeping now,
And hopefully,
Let dreams carry me away,
To a place where i can be with you.
Death by its definition,
Is passion,
Where you my love,
Is something worth dying for.
10:34 PM '
Fate Never Meets
Ah, this one no need to say anything. It is all in the poem. Dated 27/5/2008.
A thousand years from now,
You may be in a land,
Far far away,
I can't reach you.
Your smell,
Your touch,
Your hair,
Reminds me of love.
Your perfume was Rose,
You never used it,
But i smelled it,
On our last meeting.
The old coffee shop,
Where we met,
Was quiet that day,
For a special reason.
We stared at one another,
Exchanging silence of sorrow,
Like blunt cigarettes,
Burning out slowly.
You liked green tea,
And never drank coffee,
Yet you ordered,
With a smile.
You hid the bitterness,
By adding lumps of sugar,
And avoiding the effects,
Of that sad encounter.
Coffee,
Is like every lover's start,
Warm, aromatic,
And addictive.
When its cold,
It is nothing but bitterness,
Like tears from your eyes,
And the empty kiss we exchanged.
That was how we ended,
Where you left me a gift,
A teardrop,
Into my cup of coffee.
I took a sip,
And how it reminds me,
The wonders we made through,
That have to end it like this.
The sorrow of the coffee,
Being cold,
Losing its purpose,
Became just another cup of coffee.
We shared love,
But not fate.
10:26 PM '
Valentines
This poem was written on part of being reflective. I wasn't lost at that particular moment nor my emotions being intense. More of like getting the feel of valentines.
It was dated 26/1/2007.
From the depths below,
Of where i am trapped,
For the sins i have commited,
With just a breath away.
Was it you,
Who cursed me,
Making my world,
Caving in.
Was it you,
Who left me,
To scarce me from the dark,
Just to know who i am.
My pen,
Shivered in cold,
To only write,
The words of my love.
To love,
Is to bear the pain,
To die,
Is to bear the burden.
Is neither light,
Nor was it heavy,
It was just a burden,
An eternal one.
If chocolates ,
Could melt,
Why not our love,
Melt together?
If roses are beautiful,
Then why not,
Our love,
Bloom heavenly?
If champagne is tasteless,
Then why not,
Our love,
To be inexpensive?
If unwritten poems,
Are just blank by itself,
Can you feel,
The beat of my heart?
If words,
Are just mere confession,
Then can you differentiate,
The language of my soul?
What if i were to die,
Will you ever remember me?
What if i were to confess,
Will you reject me?
If there are so many if,
If there are just if,
If there is an if,
What would it be if......
My love,
My heart speaks,
My soul yearns,
My everything to you.
Let me taste,
What is it like,
To be in love,
For i shall grace,
My mortality,
To you eternally.
Valentines to be said,
A day for love,
Shall we meet,
To test our feelings?
A rose for you,
To define my love,
A kiss for you,
To vow my love.
10:21 PM '
To My Dearest
How could i forget about this. Dated 24/11/2006. My ever first poem dedicated to my bestie, and we were still in our fiance & fiancee mode. HMC days, missed them. This poem marked the start of a special bond between my bestie and I. Sayang her forever.
I remembered she commented that it was really geli and wanted to puke, but due to the sincerity, she accepted it. Judge it yourself.
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Your breath of life,
Brought me resurrected,
From the foul death,
Of a place known as sorrow.
World of strange i would say,
Deep dark with holes and shattered pieces,
The heart,
My heart.
Heart broke,
To several millions of pieces,
You came and collected for me,
You even gave it to me.
I had my heart,
My world was filled with light,
My world was in joy,
Because of a scent of a rose.
Red, blue, yellow,
You give a colour,
It was rainbow,
You were the colour of my life.
Life was life,
I had my heart,
And i gave it for you,
So keep it safe with you. (should i go more extreme?..hehe, better for me not to end this poem yet..)
Love ya, muackz.
From,
Your "Fiance"
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You wanna know how the ending sounds?
10:08 PM '
Hot Chocolate
I had the inspiration of this because my bestie loves chocolate whenever we had our starbucks. Somehow the word chocolate hits my mind and i wrote this. Next day in starbucks, Mel commented it as corny.
It was near christmas,
A girl was sitting by the window,
In a coffee shop,
With a cup of hot chocolate.
Starring at the streets of paris,
Couples walking around,
Hand in hand,
With roses in one of their hands.
Looking accross the street,
Under the lamp post,
Couples kissing each other,
A romantic sight to all,
But not to her.
Never has she ever held,
A hand of a man,
Nor kissed,
The lips of a man.
With only a cup of hot chocolate,
To accompany her christmas nights,
Warm her heart,
And to make her forget the word "love".
Thick chocolate,
Slowly sinking ,
Down the throat,
Not to be tasted,
But swallowed.
Her senses were so numb,
She could not feel,
Nor did she even think she could,
For all the hopes and dreams had faded ever since her birth.
Love is to be felt,
Not to be wasted,
Afraid not what is in front,
Bother not looking back the past,
Unpredictable as the show goes on.
A cup of hot chocolate,
To remember the bitterness of everything,
The source of sweetness after much tender and care,
To prepare this perfect cup of hot chocolate,
Hot chocolate,
Warming and sweet,
Like love,
Why couldn't she just taste it before she swallow?
10:04 PM '
A Poet's Life
This is a remarkable one that i wrote. It was dated 24/11/2006. It was from the inspiration of Canon D. Guess why?
As days were to pass,
His hands were to shake,
And to fall into a dark piece of paper,
Which was torn from a book.
Filled with inspiration,
Gathered courage,
He wrote a piece of work,
A brilliant one.
A piece of old paper,
Were then turned to a masterpiece,
A genius' work,
A work of a master.
Deep down inside his heart,
He was yearning something more than fame,
More than glory ,
And more than his bewildered dreams.
It ain't the amount of readers,
Nor the amount on his cheque,
All he needed was just one,
A person to really read his poem.
A poem not of flowerish language,
Not a poem to tame girls' hearts,
Nor to take their breath away,
But to just understand what he felt.
Life took his steps at different pace,
So slow that he felt frustrated,
So fast he missed her,
And he just left without a word or a sound.
As winter came,
His poem was in the cold,
Lying dark in all corners of the streets,
Leaving a memorable mark to all.
Came to realization,
Was too late,
Too much to bear the pain,
As withered rose will never come to life again.
There goes the life of a poet,
Feelings expressed through a poem,
Written specially for someone,
Only come to know that it was too late.
It lives forever in the heart of the girl,
Brought to tears,
Down on her knees,
Regretting that he was her every breath.
The poem reigns in the mind of all,
For the very last part of it states,
"I waited for you during the winter,
Too cold to bear,
Too hot as the fire burns within me,
It melts like chocolate when i see you,
But it froze me to ice when you never realize the meaning of my poem,
Was only about you,
Only you,
If destiny awaits us,
Shall we meet in the afterlife,
Next Spring?
With roses as our evidence of love.
A blue rose shall mark our meeting,
A red rose shall make our romance,
A yellow rose on our 50th anniversary,
A white rose on your tomb stone
A black rose on mine."
That night was cold,
Cold in the outside,
Cold in the inside,
Without her man to keep her warm.
10:01 PM '
My Last Words
I remembered when i was finally able to let you down. It was painful, it was hard, but it wasn't impossible.
My heart stopped beating,
I suffered too much,
Too much to bear,
Too much to lose.
It was amazing to see one,
An angel flying accross the sky,
Yet beyond my reach,
Nor could i touch.
Spectacular person i met,
Yet restricted to hold,
Restrained to touch,
Still loving deeply.
If i were to stop,
The world would still spin,
It will never stop,
Until i breathe my last.
So much grief and pain,
Why would i bear it all,
When i can choose to let it go,
So please leave me.
If there is a wish,
I wish to live,
But if there is a choice,
I choose to die loving you.
The day i met you,
Was the day i found my heart,
It tells that it beats for you,
It tells that it is smilling for you.
The day i lose you,
Was the day i lost my heart,
It leaves to tell that it is dying,
It leaves to tell that it is searching to see you one last time.
Fear inside me,
Pain inside me,
Lost inside me,
Its all inside me,
Everything but you in me now.
I feel numb,
I feel dumb,
To have known you,
Was to throw myself into prison,
So why all the fuss,
When i have freedom awaiting me.
Selfish to be defined,
Let me go,
Just let me,
You haunt my sleep,
Nightmarish days i live.
Still i love you in my solemn heart,
Heaven is like hell without you,
But i am sorry to tell,
I am leaving you.
Before i leave this sorrow,
My last words to you,
Will not be i love you,
Instead,
Goodbye my love.
9:57 PM '
Untitled
I wrote this back in HMC days. It was november 3rd. A day before my birthday. I can still clearly remember that day how i was engulfed in my thoughts, and how hectic it was that night to prepare everything for the ball.
I promise,
That i shall be with you every second,
Every minute,
Everyday of you life.
I vowed,
Never to leave you,
Never to hurt you,
And never to break your heart.
I could not see the world,
Without you seeing it,
I could not feel the world,
Without you feeling it,
I could not face the world,
Without you facing it with me,
I could not love the world,
Without you loving me.
I shared my dreams with you,
I shared my time with you,
I shared almost everything with you,
I wish i share the rest of my life with you.
If you were right beside me,
I could have seen you,
I could have feel you,
But why couldn't I?
It was you who brought light to cover my darkness,
It was you who brought faith to rule my fear,
It was you who brought trust to conquer my doubts,
And it was you who brought love to win my hatred.
So please look into my eyes,
And tell me,
Let the words reach my very ears,
That you love me ......
5:29 PM '
Poem
I ain't a good writer,
I ain't any lover,
I ain't any singer,
But i am a poet.
Life takes nothing,
But provides everything,
This sums all,
For my pen calls.
The poems posted here are based on personal feelings, inspirations, confused, churned, mixed, complex, times.
It has significance in me, and you have to know me, to truly understand what i am conveying. That itself, i wish you good luck.
It may not be English, but it is the language of the heart.
