Posts tagged poetry.

Falling

What do you do 
When you feel like giving up?
When you keep on striding
In a pitch-black tunnel
And never see a hint of light?
When you gasp for air
After running that extra mile
And ask yourself,
Was your efforts worthwhile?
When you feel the volume of your tears
As they are lured by gravity
To fall down and below
And let The perfect oval teardrop
Burst
As it would reach the cold marbled floors
If you allow yourself 
To suffer from an emotional breakdown
Would all these bad feeling break?
Or would they bring you down?
Lying, flying
High and low
Tired of breathing
And watching blood flow
Wondering if jotting your heart in words
Would be enough to fight all these swords
Or even just to understand these twists and turns.

I’m only human.

Official Entry to the Salik Katha Tumblr Awards 2011

Vertigo: A Sonnet


The course of the universe pulling you
In a candid motion you didn’t sign up for
When will it stop? You won’t have a clue
You’ll try so hard not to drop to the floor

Five, ten, fifteen seconds
The clock won’t be able to determine
I’ll hold on to my nerves until this madness ends
Stagnancy will be a light that gleams

Someone stop me from screaming
No, no maybe not
So that my voice could reach someone else’s hearing
And hopefully catch me when I drop

When vertigo comes I have only one wish
That in the arms of my love I will be leashed.

Official Entry to the Salik-Katha Tumblr Awards 2011

Defining

Don’t you think that it’s rather odd

That we judge each other

With the way we choose to look at things?

 

Don’t you miss thinking

Just because you want to think

Just because you want to get lost

In the train of thought that your mind keeps on running

And what others think about

Is just none of your business.

 

It is funny

How one can now be branded “overrated”

When he digs in too deep

Into the density of his thoughts

Going beyond the answers

To his every why and how

Examining every detailed detail

 

It is rather unfair

For the man

Who; on the other side of the coin,

Choose not to give much fuss about the complex

To be labelled “shallow” or even “stupid”

Because he is intelligent enough

To find the most important wisdom

That comes in the simplicity of his thoughts

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Defining Innocence

For the people I consider my second family- the people whom I love and hurt the most.

If you have read my last Tumblr post, I mentioned that last night went really rough for me. I have to simultaneously push the coldness away from me and my best friend and clear things out with my second family.  I finished this at around 1am before going to bed and while having a little chat with mom. This is a result for the wide range of strong emotions that I felt last night- guilt, happiness, excitement, curiosity, but most of all, hurt. The funny thing is that the hurt came from the ghosts that I created to hunt myself. Or at least that’s just how I see it now. I’m still too afraid to look deeper inside all of these things that I feel.

Innocence is one of those things that I’ve been finding too difficult to define lately. Now, I have to thank all those emotions for giving me a clear understanding about innocence. Innocence is one of those things that can never be restored once it is taken away. Like virginity. The funny thing is, innocence can be stolen from you before actually know it.  The thing that differs it from ignorance is that innocence only means lack of complexity and not necessarily awareness. 

Thought Babble- A poem

I know, the art is crappy and all but I do hope that you guys would take time to read this poem I made last night. This is for a guy whom I would like to address as Mini Crush :) If you have been following me for a year now, you may have read some posts about him  where I tend to turn on my third grade stalker mode :)) 

So far, I only have had one decent real life conversation with this guy. Whenever we IM, I always feel Sabaw and super blank! HAHA. This poem is actually a visualization of what might happen in our next conversation :)

HI MINI CRUSH, I KNOW, I SOUND LIKE A STALKER FOR REAL. HAHA. But if you just stop being so adorable, I swear I’ll stop.