LOVE IN THE WIND

LOVE IN THE WIND                                              

i just miss the guy whom i fell in love with.

unfortunately t'was a one-way love

so it wont really prosper.

His eyes are like of an eagle's

His nose points to the North,

His lips are like rosebuds,

His is the male Venus.

He is perfect.

Touching him is impossible

Owning him makes one penniless.

Having him in one's life is as if

you're making love in the wind.

How can I make him mine?

If the only choice is not to be near him.

True love conquers all even distance.

But it will never conquer a heart.

Love is not permanent.

It fades.

Only respect makes a relationship lasts forever.

Now how can i be with him,

if the end wont last like a fairytale?

Will it be worth it -

To make love in the wind?

BATTLE CRY

BATTLE CRY                                                

inspired by Hunger Games.          

Listen

Listen to the sound of silence,

Listen to the outcry of the oppressed

Listen to the soundless mimicry of jabberjays.

How loud is it?

Too loud.

Too deafening to the point that no one can hear.

Some may hear but nobody listens.

Que hora es?

What time is it?

Too late to move?

Or just too late to act?

When would the dove sent by Moses come back with an olive leaf?

Was he wrong?

He may have mistakenly sent the raven after all?

But no!

It was a dove

But was so dumb what his master commands.

Que hora es?

Que hora es?

I am so outraged by impugning you!

Should I myself make a dauntless move?

I may not be the Chosen One.

But I can make a big difference –

A leap in history that everyone before me has never done.

So just do not listen!

Act! Move with a bigger purpose.

Life will never stop in a chair

It should not be limited to the virtual world created by man,

Nor should be limited to the real world created by the Omnipotent.

Do not cry along with the flock of hopeless birds with broken wings,

Be the wings to the hopeless.

And be the change that listens when someone speak,

Be the voice when someone cannot speak.

Act when someone cannot move

But never let them be the mouths waiting to be fed.

Help them to be a change

Just like what you do…

Time has passed

But you will never pass away even in your wake.

Your memory has united with time

Time is part of history

And history will never be forgotten

As long as the mouths of historians will not shut ,

and bury their cerebro in the coffin guarded by dementors.

Spark.

Illuminate.

And Be Bright.

The path to our dreams is amidst us.

Just do it for as long as your decisions are guided by your conscience.

Be brave.  And prepare to battle.

So listen.

Listen.

Never falter a tic tac.

Listen.

Do you hear something?

Yes?

So listen and move.

Do not hesitate.

You cannot postpone it.

ACT NOW!

EROS

EROS                                                            

I want somebody to love.

I don't want a defective Cupid.

hehe

Eros is his name.

The god of love.

Once struck by his arrow,

anyone would be mad!

One would be crazily in love with somebody,

whom they think as their eternal love.

But Eros is not a good archer after all,

he might have hit the bull's eye,

but he has not made the arrow dig deeper in his subject's heart.

If he does, everyone would be dead!

Love is temporary indeed.

Eros knew that

For he had not shown his bod to Psyche until one night.

Love is eternal when the subject would give his/her heart without hesitation

Even if it meansgiving up one's soul just what Psyche did.

However, she was never struck by Eros arrow.

She just had fallen in love with him.

COuld this mean, Cupid is not the god of love after all?

Or could this mean we are the gods of love in our own right?

Eros, the symbol of love, gives us a light

that love depends in our willingness, openness and sincerity.

His love for Psyche is eternal as my love for Eros too.

REJECTION

REJECTION                                                

it's hard to be rejected most especially when

you have made up of mind to do something you've never done before

just to show you love that person. HARSH HARSH HARSH.

I was rejected several times

by enemies, friends, parents,

and worst my crush, my love.

I felt broken worst thana glass shattered into million pieces.

When he said "no" to my request -

a chance of loving him and being loved by him.

I want to force him to love me,

but I realized someone might come

at the right place and at the right time. (I hope!) 

CONFESSION OF A NOBODY

Confession of a Nobody              

                                                                                                                        
i wrote this poem of confession when i fell for a guy whom i met on PR.

T'was kinda awkward. But yeah I like him. We met only once.

Nothing romantic happened coz I felt he doesn't like me.

Not my loss. :)

We met at a wrong place and at a wrong time.

In my case it was my first time

To mingle with a stranger

Whom I've met online.

But I dunno this unusual feeling

that i long for him.

I never had a romantic,

never even an erotic affair with him.

Even a chitchat through phone would give no implication

or maybe I just am not accepting a possibility

that I am falling in love...

What the f***! LOVE?

Strange. Never fell in love.

I dunno but when he pays visit inside my temple,

I just want him to stay there

and never walk away.

I texted him million times,

but he replied for only thousand,

Maybe I'm the only one who feels this way,

and what bothers me

this love will never be reciprocated.

I guess that the life of someone

who believes in cinematic love,

If I can just do sorcery, witchcraft or spells,

Just for this guy to reply 

even hundred thousands for my million texts,

I would definitely be happy

To fight for this love with no regret.

Seriously, I can't believe I fell for a guy.

A lot is better than him,

But this heart prefers him

and only him.

Hope he knew

Hope he finds out...

(After an era of waiting...)

Still hoping coz maybe he got sick

or maybe he's bitten by a mosquito and can't move coz of it's fuckin rabies!?!

Or maybe he's undergoing heart surgery.

Wah, I want a heart surgeon too

To change my heart so I won't feel this way

Even I was born this way (What? I really am a GAGA just like Lady GAGA).

THE 8 O'CLOCK HABIT

THE 8 O'CLOCK HABIT                                          
i wrote this poem when i was reviewing in Manila for the CPA Board Exam.
yes, it was my habit before, during, and after reviewing. (lol)
kinda missing it.
MJP is his intials.

Never in my life i woke up early for a man, worst a stranger.

Never in my 21 years of existence did i think of a man just to be with forever.

I've never seen a man in my dream whom I have a crush on.

It is just this lad that stops the NEVER part of my monotonous life.

It is this man in black that forced me to do a 360-degree turn of my habit -

the 8 O'clock habit.

When the hands of the greatest historian strikes at 8,

i run to the canteen just to see his soulful eyes and amicable face.

While waiting, he lingers into my corrupted mind

that needs anitivirus to work just like Einstein's.

I patiently and passionately waited,

but then i haven't seen even his silhouette.

Anyway this feeling is unwarranted,

so I have nothing to expect. Nothing. None.

A memoir of his shadow will suffice

'cause the man in black is worth reminiscing.