Up From The Get Go

Could I be up from the get go?
From that point where I start to let go
Thoughts shared from his average joe
just stating his mind, thats all I know

Reality bites, thats one reality check
nothings more real than this slap on my cheek
and even with this pain, this heart is meek
It still beats, so hard it freaks

Will I ever be up from the get go?
but which one, to you, you or that someone you know
He breathes, she breathes
Help me fight this one, help me let go

a long deep sigh, a long deep thought
will never refrain myself from being taught
how could this happen, how could you have wroth
this pain I feel,that one you brought

and as I find a way to end this piece
so that i can retreat to my sheets, and sleep in peace
i'll start on my knees, and not beg you please
knowing that you're smiling will just put me at ease

still bored...

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You are Hulk

Hulk 90% The Flash 75% Spider-Man 60% Superman 55% Iron Man 50% Robin 45% Green Lantern 45% Supergirl 35% Catwoman 20% Wonder Woman 15% Batman 10%

You are a wanderer with amazing strength.

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Results of Boredom

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Say Hello To Me

How does it feel
To hear your untold thoughts on the radio
How does it feel
Getting ready for the rain that won't come
Isn't it frustrating
Just to reach for the unreachable
But you still try
To rise up and reach for the sky
Even if it drags you to hit the ground
Get hurt and cry
Isn't it frustrating
Just to know that you're unable
But you still try
How does it feel
To have your palms dry, empty and alone
As you sing new love songs
Slow sad emotions that flutter
Singing along these tears
That now resides in fear
How does it truly feel...
To be me...

The Piercing Mirror

So hard to understand this mans heart
his emotions, feelings and hurts
Pains and tears of sorrow
That'll soon turn to be fears for tomorrow
without reason, nor the season
To even put this man in prison

Emotions just hurts and screams louder
Suddenly this man seems subjectible to anger
Confused on where He is
Confused on where he should be

Empty, weak and without knowledge
And to the strong he pays homage
To redeem a heart thats left for rummage
Suffrage for himself
A right given to have a fight
On what seems lost, for a fools sake
And in this post the point is just missed
apology for the one who gets bothered
and throttled by my foolishness

I'll have to wait from now one
Wait for the best among them
For sure It'll come
In completion...
this piercing mirror will gain your reflection

Once more a Wandering Dreamer

The day turns to me as it runs slow
And as I look outside where the cold winds blow
My eyes begins to fight against me
My heart, empty, in gloom it blooms

Frustrations sink below
As I once dreamt of being betrothed
The songs sang by the throngs
As they rush to see deceptions
Traditions of the garters and flowers
Of smiles in faces
As one and one becomes two

I sulked and sought for that moment to be
A bit scared and nervous
It's forever before me
And as the day starts to run slow
I looked outside where the cold winds blow
Once more became that wandering dreamer

Through Your Eyes

How do I look from there
From top to bottom, how's my hair?
Salad on my teeth?
Have I said alot or am I just noise/

How am I through your eyes?
Spick and span, do I even appear nice?
Or is that goof you're with
Just that someone through your eyes

Am I too laxed?
Why do I even ask
What is it that you want?
Do I even pass as someone to rant?

How am I through your eyes?
Or did I just eat too much rice?
My goodness, look at that width
Is that who I am through your eyes?

I don't see those sparkles when we talk
nor feel your hands when we walk
Is it just me or do I think alot?
Uptight, stiff and someone I'm not?
I maybe sick of these lies
Will I be someone through your eyes?

How am I through those eyes?
tell me about your sugar and spice
and brush this uncomfortable mist
and lets talk about your eyes...
just your eyes

How am I through your eyes
could we quit playing these lies
Notice this one that beats
Try to hear them, and pass through your eyes...

Now that...
that would be nice...

Think About Tomrrow

In idle times where my mind is filled with boredom
I could just fiddle with my thoughts
right now as its full of stories and romance
hold my hand and lets start to dance

How do you like looking through tomorrow
and escape todays tormenting sorrows
lets just start with my bank account
that will soon pay for our own house
where we do our chores together
hand in hand catching that mouse

How about that porch we both dreamt of
what about torching a steak on a Sunday noon
while hammering our picket fence and planting flowers to cover dunes
think about those rooms we design
there are 2 bedrooms and 1 single floor
now I can't stop thinking of one blue door
a small bed and toys scattered on the floor

Just think about tomorrow
I can ask my mom to teach me to fix an Alfredo
Just promise me you'll name our dog poncho
raise a son that'll fulfill his fathers dreams
dreams like learning to play the guitar and someone that could sing

and soon... pretty soon we'll be sixty
How I can't wait to love you and get misty
like now when I see you, my hands get flinchy
I can't hold my breath too long
my lips are itchy

How I can just think about tomorrow
Now its time for me to face the tormenting sorrows
So much for that moment I borrowed
Since you're gone how can I make this moment follow...

A Sorrowful Bliss Called Yesterday

I held back my tears
As she suddenly came
Into my mind
She took my time

It damped my eyes
As she came to such surprise
She couldve taken my demise
If only I can turn back time

Traced through my cheeks
As the clock reaches 6
I'd do my usual deed
I pack up, get up and go

I tried to hold back
It damped my eyes
traced my cheeks
next thing you know it touched my lips

A blotch, messed up this paper
A perfectly good paper
wreaked by emotions
By a visit from a sorrowful blissful yesterday

New Chapter, new goal. I think it's about time that I should just pick myself up and start from the get go. It's about time for me to clear my head and try to let go of the stuff that should've been gone by now.

I just saw a picture of us together, and I think theres still an irk within me that wants you to be here by my side... Something that wouldn't happen since your Friendster account says that you're in a relationship and realities like we're miles apart... Nautical miles to be exact.

Every girl I meet, as far as I really enjoyed that short tenure of us not being us, never came close to comparison with you, never. I even had my preferences of an ideal woman basing closely to you, well minus the constant bickering of other people (which I really find cute, but cruel heh).

"Don't let real love pass you by", Damn it, I wish I didn't... I really wish I could turn back time and do everything right. But nothing left but a clean slate, and looking for someone who could stay with you on my pedestal, because, the way I see it, no one could ever replace you there.

I was just looking at that picture and I could just hold this smirk, try to hold back the tears and wonder if we could've been great.

My soon-to-be sister in law told me that try looking for that same person that you can really relate to, even with all the explosive craziness that I hold within me, someone like that, share misadvertures with... I just told her, that I think I already did and did nothing about it... I sticked with my infatuation of someone I knew from the very start that it's as close to impossible.

I feel like crap to tell you honestly... I'm just letting these things out so that you would know that hey, this is not yet through...

Funny thought: Holding something that you can't even grasp in the first place.

This is me, hopefully Up from the Get Go...

Split Screen Romance

This one can make my heart beat
This one can draw me a smile
This one can make me wait a while
This one can make me run the Nile
im telling you that this one is worth the wait
even if it will take me 10 years, and cling on fate
This one can remove my sleep dust
that comfort made to rust
This one can put back that trust
This one, no one else
This one was the one i prayed for
This one, night and day until 4
When could i carry her through that door
This one is a wish that will come true
Have i given alot of clues?
that she’s the one that took my blues
This one i wish to spend forever
Sickness and health, to love so tender
This one i will be jealous on
When she doesnt answer my call
it sets a period on the statement
I know she’ll never be my own
This one ill love too much i know
Will i ever see her tomorrow
so that i could wipe my own sorrow
This one will take my heart
Thats why i ask before it even starts
My Lord, Lover and God… Set me apart.

Silence means what we all know

Im out of words to say
im out of thoughts to think
what could this be
im so tired, so tired to think
Have i brought this on myself
not myself... someone else
current state, unexplainable but seen
im writing a note to myself
where have you been
so far i have sought
now grieving searching and yearning
a heart so empty now it seeks
so much of you, so much of you

whats there to ponder
not even a second to wonder
just think what to say
this is all i have by the way

whats there to offer
but my life now in a sunder
dont think, just pray
I miss you love...

thats all i have to say
i miss those days i have something to hold
now i hope and wait
for that day to come once more
its on my mind
it never escapes my mind
euphoric praise
enlightening phrases
oh im in love
oh great Unseen im in love

whats there to ponder.
not a second to wonder
im here, and ill stay
stare at you and say...

..........................................

Rains and Roots

the skies cries along with me
a man sitting steady like a tree
strong sturdy
on the ground he's fused
but among men
without shame he's abused
my emotions continue to cry and seek
as it struggles so hard to be free
what couldve caused this resolve
that this creature would just dissolve
my foolishness could you please absolve
and let the sky cry until i mold

Mirror Image

Im real arent I?
Bring in the mirror
so that i could see for myself
What am i, who am i...
How hard is it to deal
im not questioning just wondering
what am i, who am i...
overlooked and not booked
others crooked
had their hands shook
come and take my heart
come and take my desires
hard to look and look
but i know its with you that ill find
everything that i seek
everything that i need
and everything that you did
now youre the one overlooked
and not booked
so i see through the mirror
and see myself
what am i... and who am i...
lifes easier to deal
my feelings i love to squeal
to leave no questions
for me to ponder
bitter as i am...
but i know who i am

Are You Having Fun?

A friend made a conclusion about her experiences about guys. What about them, well most of all why relationships are only fun when its just beginning, since guys only put their best foot forward during those stages of courtships and relationships, then everything just crashes and burns as time passes by. Who has she been dating?

Then I thought, well im not like that... how can i be sure of that, ive never been in one... literally... Sad life eh? I deem not. Im still happy... but when it comes to love and relationships, why do one look for one? I mean when you come and look at it... is it really that important to have a really strong connection with the opposite sex on this age? what for? I asked myself the same question and until now i dont have the answers that will enlighten myself. It seems that everything that I need is already here within me, and im talking about Jesus here.

Happiness... Are you having fun? Am I? With life as it is, yes, im seldom seen down and really emotionally burnt... Or again another misconception of myself... I've always been at miserable park all my life... Strolling around pretending to hold someones hand while feeding the doves or staring at the pale moon light. What have i been doing wrong? This is starting to just become serious. And im still wondering why jerks always end up with them?

Again... Am I having fun?
Hell Yeah...
21 Years old... still kicking... im not going down without a fight... I'll press on...

4:40 Darkness

4:40 on the dot on the clock, and when you look at the watermarks on the window, the lights from the cars tail lights and buildings are the only ones that lights the city up.

its unusual but not surprising during the rainy season. Worried on my desk on mid July, just thinking and minding what a dreamer would always think of.

"How is she doing? How am I doing?"

Unfinished

On the nick of time
Throwing what i thought was mine
In a world where mimes abound
Inside this imaginary box, im bound

Playing around, missing the point
soon to be afraid on the corner sitting coiled
in gloom, in the cold, alone and burrowed
holding the borrowed time like its ours

easily budged by strong currents that flows
and to be built like a tree grows
deeply rooted on love and faith, I arose
the damned, the Savior, the saved

the clouds shroud, the rain poured
one tiny spot He cant take on the “formed”
He cries, He delights, with blood He mourned
to have me back in his arms, that I was told

long, long before, young and careless
thats true, I couldnt care less…
what He did I took for granted
Not even seeing to Him ill be grounded

Humble as I stumble
with my toungue thats ready to grumble
the tool of my falls and fumbles
but He began and promised to push through

oh what love could that be
that saved a sinner like me
what love could that be
that not even i cant see

what love could this be…
that the Lord portrayed in me

Last Page

stir my heart for it knows Your Name
Bless my mouth and let it not speak the same
My heart, It cries a song
Words that waited to come out for so long
Now the praise goes to where it belongs

And as you move the clouds to paint the sky
The morning blesses me with your light
Everyday I seek, and everyday I pray
That the Heart of the King be shown today

No greater time it is right now
For this servant to come and bow down
Right here where crowns are layed
Where your beloved have prayed
My heart, it cries too long
Words that transpired to a song
Now the praise goes to where it belongs
back to where it belongs

And as you move the clouds to paint the sky
The canvas lit as your art cries
The most precious Son that I sought and prayed
The Heart of the King is shown today

Photocut

suddenly my emotions run through it
through my veins as it replenishes each skin
to make it pink while losing it blankens my face
in pale white as i took up your picture

i miss the stupid look on my face
and i just miss how you wipe it off me
i miss the sudden rush on my cheeks
that flusters my whole being, like a stroke that tied my toungue

where could it be right now
emotions now runs through it
pumps each and every vein
just hoping that a tone would reach my fingers

to tell you that it lingers
as i point through my chest
and how i like the rush
and how the other expects the thrill

the wait doesnt matter
i plan to do it all out
to start and not finish
to begin, and keep on running

like the blood that pumps on my veins
that engulfs my whole being as i hold your hand
and as morning wakes...
silence... pale... still rushing...