Letting Go

Maybe it’s the broken piece that holds me back,
It is the same piece that pierced my soul
It is the same piece that left a hole
A hole that was emptied for so long ago
A hole left to be as numb as before
Perhaps it could be the stab at my back
The stab that broke my heart into half
Half, that I can’t rebuild it again
Half that I forgot how to forgive and be forgiven
But who am I to keep this wound
For I know it will heal and I’ll eventually feel good
For nothing is permanent in this cruel world
But to please allow me, to say this words
Pierced or stabbed
Half or whole
I am finally letting you and all this, go

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Love is…

When love is gone…
Can I actually go on?
when it’s like every time i hear our song
i still stumble and think of you for quite too long

When love is gone…
Can i just forget how it all began?
when you left and chose to run
I remained silent and never mumbled a sound

When love is gone…
Can it be found?
when it’s buried a hundred feet below the ground
I remained under and seemed to be drowned

When love is gone..
Can I love again?
when everything was poured out onto you my friend
I refrained from trying cause I’m afraid to lose you at the end

When love is gone…
Can i pretend?
when I’m punished by the feelings that I can’t comprehend
I force myself to ignore you to ease the pain and mend

When the love is gone
Can it actually stay?
Even if it is the core that destroys you day by day
without any words to say
i wish that love can stay
for when love is gone
it is where everything has seemed to begun…

Freeze and Cold

I froze this feeling once in a while
stood through the hazy storm and never asked why
shivering and shaking with a little cry
with whispers of regrets that maybe, “its best if I never tried”

as i mold this solid coldness that wrapped thy heart
soon enough it will be broken into parts
shattered pieces that pierces thy soul
numb enough that the mind can’t understand or know

stagnant cold water, allow this pain to flow
intangible and frigid cold
can it all just melt and unleash that same old glow
for i wish to move forward and grow
despite of this frailness that i know
just like the solid ice or snow
all this shall melt and eventually go…

Elsewhere

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take me elsewhere, under the sun or in front of the sea
hid my pain from the grains of sand on my toes
run with me, through this infinite blue sea
wandering all day of what it could be
if you and I haven’t bid our goodbyes
if you and I stood still and never questioned why
take me high, higher than the clouds
touch my heart and feel thy beat
walk with me through this endless beauty
begging you to stay and asking you to please don’t leave me
if you and I were meant for each other
if you and I can stay together forever
perhaps I wouldn’t be struggling alone
walking barefooted under the sun
feeling the heat burning my skin
asking myself where should I begin
now that you’re gone
i have nothing left but this triumphant dream of you
walking and running with me
indulging into this deep blue sea
where love has begun and took its end
with this truthful hopes of one day
you’d take me elsewhere
under the sun or in front of this sea
again
once again… or never again…

See You Again

What if I’ll see you again?

Would it be easy for me to pretend?

That all these feelings that I had come to an end

Or am I just fooling myself and can’t comprehend

For it’ll be so difficult to mend

If I’ll see you again holding some other’s hand

 

What if I’ll see you again?

Will I be the same person you’ve met?

Or would you be the same man who made my heart melt

Probably not, or maybe yes

Would it be bearable to be felt?

That I have ample memories left

Of how good and bad this whole thing took its end

 

I’d rather not see you again

For I’m afraid to feel that love again

Tell me that I can

Forget you and forgive you

In the best way that I can

And rather walk along and never look back again

Allowed

if I’d allow myself to be drowned again

I’d dive into this deep emotion I’m feeling

that all this time I’m still longing

and that it’s you that I’ve been constantly missing 

if I’d allow myself to be ignorant again

I’d pretend that I never felt that pain

surreal that it almost tangled my vein

and that losing you is what I would gain

unknowingly I stumbled hard and went out of the rain 

some things that I can’t contain

true feelings that remains

lavished by the blue waters

poured by the hard rain

blown by the strong wind and hurricane

please allow me to stay

as in love as this way

saved by this love I feel everyday

that it’s still you that takes my heart away 

 

Unsaid

Unuttered words clouded on my mind
Empty hopes slipping through my hands
Mumbled phrases remained on my lips
As I’ve watched you walk away

Gasping for air on this humid day
how I wish I still have enough time to say
The way I felt and feel whernever you’re away
Or how I’ve wanted to hold your hand and keep you calmed in any way

Granted that I may say this
With every single thought residing on my head
And those words that remained unsaid
I would tell you that it is sad and time is dead
When I’am alone in bed
Surrounded by this humid air
Embracing me with depth
With ain’t no vast of regret
Succumbed by ample tears that was left
Some real pain that was felt
Still I will not forget
How wonderful is that day, when we first met

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If I would be lost for words, I’d seek for what is within

If I may have lost myself, I’d seek for what is at hand

If I have no place to run, I’d walk slowly and find my way through the sun

And if I would write again

I would say thank you for 365 days of strong-willed power of writing

For expressing what is within

For finding what tends to be hidden

And realizing that there has to be no end

For something that God has bestowed me and made me driven

To satisfy and embellish what is given             

With ain’t no potential, pride and mischief to be proven

Again I thank you all for what is, was, has been written.                 

A Stranger Has Stared

I hate how some strangers stare

It’s as if I owe them an explanation that they can’t convey

Or they have tons of comments to say

Everyday

It’s like they’ve always crossed my way

Passed by my side, did stared and looked away

I’ve got used to it day by day

Today

I pretend to ignore that stranger that is coming my way

But deep inside and always, I’ve never failed to wonder of what they are thinking

Of why they are staring

Or at the back of their minds, what are they saying

The next day

Someone stared and kept on asking

Of what am I doing?

Then I smiled and said “I was doing nothing”

Then he smiled back and said

“There is more to life than earning, more than seeing is perceiving

More than doing is persevering, and more than just staring is to be caring and believing

Loving and giving

Understanding without judging

Helping without counting

Listening without complaining

And most of becoming more than living…”

And as I look back from that day

I thank that man who’ve crossed my way

He helped me to get on my way

Day by day

Even a hundred or a thousand stranger might have stared

I’d give them a smile with a glare

Instead of comparing and or competing or might be envying

I would walk, straight ahead on my way

Towards the greatness of the life that I have to live day by day

Picture-Perfect

I’ve got my camera and the lights are ready
The location is set and the background is empty
Many came and showed me that they were happy
Hid their sorrows and feelings of being weary
Though some can’t contain their emotion and became teary
They all said that they will never leave me

Dim the light, picture-perfect, click
The camera didn’t work
And the location turned out to be full of strangers
I was left alone at the middle of the show
With no one to turn to
Or might have someone to say hello to
Oh so weird and tragic but true

But then i turned around and saw you coming
Smiling and beaming with positivism
Showed me that life is still worth living
Even if my camera isn’t working
And there were no familiar face smiling
Even if the lights are dimming, there is still reason to believe in
That there can be another set
New location and crowd to deal with

Many have left and few have chosen to stay
Helped me conquer the fight and play
Stood all night and day
With ample resources of faith and joy everyday
Filling up this large frame and memories
With photos that are equally claimed as a masterpiece
Making each shot a picture that is exceptionally perfect