A chance isn’t an option
if an opportunity isn’t available,
so I never stood a chance.
For we only say goodbye.
My tears have dried,
yet the pain, unlike the sun,
will never subside.
I question the feeling
of love when it’s left to die;
I’ve been left lonely
as the troubles of life rise.
The fire burns inside
for a companion, a friendship,
so much like you and I.
Is this the way the judges of love
leave me trailed?
With tribulations of elation
when you arrive?
For we only say goodbye.
And it hurts too much inside,
since a love like ours
is so hard to find…
Yet we only say goodbye.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
I Miss You
I miss you too much.
Thoughts filled with everything that deals with you.
I have so much I want to do with you.
Just listening to your voice
fills me with faith and humility.
Shy at first
since your smile blinds at first
sight.
I noticed at first glance,
for the first chance for love is
shunned upon, filling many with green envy as
shrubs.
I miss you too much.
The touch, the taste of your lips,
increases the rush
of adrenaline.
My love sickness now has medicine,
the source of my depression
is no longer abundant.
See, you are my sun
and I have the sunrise as my lifeline.
No need for me to call it,
for you still are on the rise.
When I wake up,
I dream that you are on my mind.
And it’s true.
I miss you.
No longer misuse
the love that came to to me….
for you’re all I see.
and if I turned blind,
you’re the only thing I’d see.
I miss you too much,
and hope you miss me…
Thoughts filled with everything that deals with you.
I have so much I want to do with you.
Just listening to your voice
fills me with faith and humility.
Shy at first
since your smile blinds at first
sight.
I noticed at first glance,
for the first chance for love is
shunned upon, filling many with green envy as
shrubs.
I miss you too much.
The touch, the taste of your lips,
increases the rush
of adrenaline.
My love sickness now has medicine,
the source of my depression
is no longer abundant.
See, you are my sun
and I have the sunrise as my lifeline.
No need for me to call it,
for you still are on the rise.
When I wake up,
I dream that you are on my mind.
And it’s true.
I miss you.
No longer misuse
the love that came to to me….
for you’re all I see.
and if I turned blind,
you’re the only thing I’d see.
I miss you too much,
and hope you miss me…
Waters of Life
I love the waters of life.
When in a relationship, it seems that’s all that exists.
Endless tossing and turning
throughout nights and days,
filled with no way to quicken the pace of exploration.
No patience for resolution is a thing long forgotten.
Ironic, for the scene presented
is the lesson the sea supposedly teaches.
I love the waters of life.
I was taught with its crashing down upon me
the trueness of my liaison’s mystery:
experience is for me.
Disguised beneath the shallowness of the oceans
was my affectionate mentality.
The opportunity of intimacy brought to my eyes insight
of your insatiability:
you were not meant for me.
Our anchor was heaved overboard so abruptly,
our relationship jerked and threw you out to the deep.
Regret faded into the water as the sun
and these waters, though separated,
still remain as one.
I love the waters of life...
for these waters unite.
When in a relationship, it seems that’s all that exists.
Endless tossing and turning
throughout nights and days,
filled with no way to quicken the pace of exploration.
No patience for resolution is a thing long forgotten.
Ironic, for the scene presented
is the lesson the sea supposedly teaches.
I love the waters of life.
I was taught with its crashing down upon me
the trueness of my liaison’s mystery:
experience is for me.
Disguised beneath the shallowness of the oceans
was my affectionate mentality.
The opportunity of intimacy brought to my eyes insight
of your insatiability:
you were not meant for me.
Our anchor was heaved overboard so abruptly,
our relationship jerked and threw you out to the deep.
Regret faded into the water as the sun
and these waters, though separated,
still remain as one.
I love the waters of life...
for these waters unite.
ABC's
Anticipating the arrival of my angel:
beautifully
created in every
detail.
Euphoric for our encounter is ecstasy but
farewells are filled with fear and frighten me.
Gorgeous, you’ve grown in gracefulness,
hold my heart, and
instill interest.
Justified jubilance
keeps kindling my kindness, my
LOVE.
My memories molded me and my
notions are near and never noticed.
Open an opportunity for the ocean of
perfection to pour in and polish the
questions
remaining and relating to a relationship.
Sadly, the saying
‘trust me’ is too typical to think true,
unknowing of its underlying
value.
While I wait, wondering what will and won’t be,
xenially
yearning for your heart
zealously …
I think of you and I…
my ABCs.
beautifully
created in every
detail.
Euphoric for our encounter is ecstasy but
farewells are filled with fear and frighten me.
Gorgeous, you’ve grown in gracefulness,
hold my heart, and
instill interest.
Justified jubilance
keeps kindling my kindness, my
LOVE.
My memories molded me and my
notions are near and never noticed.
Open an opportunity for the ocean of
perfection to pour in and polish the
questions
remaining and relating to a relationship.
Sadly, the saying
‘trust me’ is too typical to think true,
unknowing of its underlying
value.
While I wait, wondering what will and won’t be,
xenially
yearning for your heart
zealously …
I think of you and I…
my ABCs.
Even Now
Fell in love at first sight of the hole you were wedged in…
and I continue an attempt to escape even now.
Falling is natural but your love is beyond the skies
with an influence as powerful as the right hand of God…
for the immobile state I was in, I wished to remain in…
with you.
Stepped in the large crater of affection and
spilled all my emotion to try and replace the pain again,
that which you and I both have been in.
Yet, what rose from the gravel
was a frightened shadow of myself…
determined to prove the opposite
of what was legitimate.
Equipped with the Sword of Doubt,
my shadow impaled simplicity with unpredictability.
Our Trust was lacerated, and our Love evaporated.
Seems you made it out ok…
But I remain in the darkness with Pain.
I’m bound,
bound by the tendencies
of past relationships and inconsistencies…
and continue an attempt to escape even now.
and I continue an attempt to escape even now.
Falling is natural but your love is beyond the skies
with an influence as powerful as the right hand of God…
for the immobile state I was in, I wished to remain in…
with you.
Stepped in the large crater of affection and
spilled all my emotion to try and replace the pain again,
that which you and I both have been in.
Yet, what rose from the gravel
was a frightened shadow of myself…
determined to prove the opposite
of what was legitimate.
Equipped with the Sword of Doubt,
my shadow impaled simplicity with unpredictability.
Our Trust was lacerated, and our Love evaporated.
Seems you made it out ok…
But I remain in the darkness with Pain.
I’m bound,
bound by the tendencies
of past relationships and inconsistencies…
and continue an attempt to escape even now.
From Night One to Night Two (I Can't Leave You)
Night One:
Today, I’ve attempted to rid the love of my life.
Although I vowed in the beginning to never let doubt
affect my everlasting love for you,
I seemed to have become too dependent on you.
With silent tears drifting amidst spring winds
and an agonizing chest pain contained within,
I boldly refused to give you all of my love…
which already agitates and remains as indecision.
The only instance in which I felt you were absent in both sound and sight:
a divine guide provided a sign causing me to turn deaf and blind.
In this silence and darkness,
I felt happiness unlike any other I’ve known…
and relapsed to reality the following moment.
Day One:
I began wondering why their lies a difference
between happiness and reality…
should there be?
Having a façade of complacency in a friendship is…
selfish…
and sadly, I realize that’s what I’ve come to be.
I possessed a feeling of obligation to
progress my independence emotionally;
I took your love for granted...again.
Subtle depression sunk underneath my skin,
and the need for forgiveness still seems out of the question.
Night Two:
I just want to say sorry…
for not being a friend.
Today, I’ve attempted to rid the love of my life.
Although I vowed in the beginning to never let doubt
affect my everlasting love for you,
I seemed to have become too dependent on you.
With silent tears drifting amidst spring winds
and an agonizing chest pain contained within,
I boldly refused to give you all of my love…
which already agitates and remains as indecision.
The only instance in which I felt you were absent in both sound and sight:
a divine guide provided a sign causing me to turn deaf and blind.
In this silence and darkness,
I felt happiness unlike any other I’ve known…
and relapsed to reality the following moment.
Day One:
I began wondering why their lies a difference
between happiness and reality…
should there be?
Having a façade of complacency in a friendship is…
selfish…
and sadly, I realize that’s what I’ve come to be.
I possessed a feeling of obligation to
progress my independence emotionally;
I took your love for granted...again.
Subtle depression sunk underneath my skin,
and the need for forgiveness still seems out of the question.
Night Two:
I just want to say sorry…
for not being a friend.
Suspenseful Senses
I feel…
your fingertips caressing my temple
easing the stormy weather
stirring my mental.
I hear…
your footsteps creeping towards my mind
slowly resounding as
one-of-a-kind.
I see…
your effective intimacy
enhancing the appearance of
passion and chivalry.
I taste…
your bittersweet addictiveness,
savoring the flavor
of your tenderness.
I smell…
your scent of sentiment
lingering with every memory
and moment.
My five senses can sense you…
but it is senseless to keep my senses
suspenseful.
your fingertips caressing my temple
easing the stormy weather
stirring my mental.
I hear…
your footsteps creeping towards my mind
slowly resounding as
one-of-a-kind.
I see…
your effective intimacy
enhancing the appearance of
passion and chivalry.
I taste…
your bittersweet addictiveness,
savoring the flavor
of your tenderness.
I smell…
your scent of sentiment
lingering with every memory
and moment.
My five senses can sense you…
but it is senseless to keep my senses
suspenseful.
Sound. and Sight
Her voice could ease the seven seas
and my mind with harmony.
The winds speak of her mystery
but her voice echoes peacefully.
Her smile could light the skies at night
and my path to good and right.
The sun, it shines for her so bright
but her smile blinds upon first sight.
Loving her makes sense in both sound and sight.
and my mind with harmony.
The winds speak of her mystery
but her voice echoes peacefully.
Her smile could light the skies at night
and my path to good and right.
The sun, it shines for her so bright
but her smile blinds upon first sight.
Loving her makes sense in both sound and sight.
I Found a Pen
i found myself sleeping in
just to see you again...
i dream of a lover
and awaken to a friend.
i lost myself while wandering
across the skies, pondering
of our distance and timely
opportunity for loving.
another ending to begin...
sadly it seems the future is
in this pen.
just to see you again...
i dream of a lover
and awaken to a friend.
i lost myself while wandering
across the skies, pondering
of our distance and timely
opportunity for loving.
another ending to begin...
sadly it seems the future is
in this pen.
Prayed and Dreamed
Just love me
and everything will be
just as you’ve prayed and dreamed for.
Love is not too much to ask for
than the ability to be more.
Has love led you lost?
I’ve paid attention to it’s failure and cost
of a cold-heart that leaves feeling’s frost.
But, even birth was a gamble…
so take a chance with me
and everything will be
just as you’ve prayed and dreamed.
Just love me.
and everything will be
just as you’ve prayed and dreamed for.
Love is not too much to ask for
than the ability to be more.
Has love led you lost?
I’ve paid attention to it’s failure and cost
of a cold-heart that leaves feeling’s frost.
But, even birth was a gamble…
so take a chance with me
and everything will be
just as you’ve prayed and dreamed.
Just love me.
Smile.
Revitalized by the sound...
inspired by the touch...
stirred by the scent...
and awakened by the sight...
It’s a new day.
inspired by the touch...
stirred by the scent...
and awakened by the sight...
It’s a new day.
I Found a Rose In the Sky
i found a rose in the sky.
i saw a love in the rain.
i heard the wind whisper.
say come find me. find me today.
i found a rose in the sky.
I see the light in your eyes.
I know there’s no better way.
I feel the warmth of life
so inviting, it might seem…
that I found a rose in the sky.
maybe I saw a love in the rain.
I swear I heard the wind whisper
saying hold me…never let go of me.
I don’t know which way to go.
where is this gonna go?
is this real?
what do I do?
I’m not sure if you know
that you make the sun glow.
I’m not sure if you know, but
I love you.
i saw a love in the rain.
i heard the wind whisper.
say come find me. find me today.
i found a rose in the sky.
I see the light in your eyes.
I know there’s no better way.
I feel the warmth of life
so inviting, it might seem…
that I found a rose in the sky.
maybe I saw a love in the rain.
I swear I heard the wind whisper
saying hold me…never let go of me.
I don’t know which way to go.
where is this gonna go?
is this real?
what do I do?
I’m not sure if you know
that you make the sun glow.
I’m not sure if you know, but
I love you.
The Autumn
I’ve fallen in love with the leaves in the wind.
What is free to the broken heart?
Love?
Life?
The price of pain is overwhelming.
These leaves, when they’ve grown
old and worn, travel to the earth’s end
and are forgotten…
but not by the wind.
It carries the broken pieces into the skyline,
underneath the ocean depths,
fading, meshing into the present-tense.
The now known as Autumn.
What is free to the broken heart?
Love?
Life?
The price of pain is overwhelming.
These leaves, when they’ve grown
old and worn, travel to the earth’s end
and are forgotten…
but not by the wind.
It carries the broken pieces into the skyline,
underneath the ocean depths,
fading, meshing into the present-tense.
The now known as Autumn.
Each Day
Each day is as the first.
The bashful beating of my heart,
when we lock fingers,
reminds me to never depart.
Thoughts weigh up
on my mind and shoulders
of us growing older,
lasting together, forever,
and praying that the heavens
shield us from its stormy weather.
Yet, we know we need to grow.
So let’s dance in the rain,
washing away the pain and
reveal that love will remain the same.
And every tomorrow will be like our first day.
I’m so insatiable when our lips tangle
that I selfishly relieve the need for
self-control.
The bashful beating of my heart,
when we lock fingers,
reminds me to never depart.
Thoughts weigh up
on my mind and shoulders
of us growing older,
lasting together, forever,
and praying that the heavens
shield us from its stormy weather.
Yet, we know we need to grow.
So let’s dance in the rain,
washing away the pain and
reveal that love will remain the same.
And every tomorrow will be like our first day.
I’m so insatiable when our lips tangle
that I selfishly relieve the need for
self-control.
Worth?
Am I worthy?
Worthy enough to be held,
be touched, be loved?
The warmth of embrace has hidden from me.
Isolation, from lack of patience,
is my only memory.
Life’s lessons never lessen,
a constant reminder of my hopelessness
and it’s confession.
Wishing for the revealing of a blessing,
instead of wandering unaffected by
bittersweet selections.
Am I worthy?
The sight of those being held,
being touched, being loved,
haunts me in my daydreams.
Envious of companionship,
I fear the thought of loneliness
and dread the nightfall.
My mind is in disarray,
sadly disregarding the urge to
fall and pray.
Am I worthy to live another day?
Worthy enough to be held,
be touched, be loved?
The warmth of embrace has hidden from me.
Isolation, from lack of patience,
is my only memory.
Life’s lessons never lessen,
a constant reminder of my hopelessness
and it’s confession.
Wishing for the revealing of a blessing,
instead of wandering unaffected by
bittersweet selections.
Am I worthy?
The sight of those being held,
being touched, being loved,
haunts me in my daydreams.
Envious of companionship,
I fear the thought of loneliness
and dread the nightfall.
My mind is in disarray,
sadly disregarding the urge to
fall and pray.
Am I worthy to live another day?
UPS & downs
the effect of her essense could be compared to the winding path leading to heaven: abnormally abstract yet influential in it's elegance. she smiles and weakness shoots from my heart to my knees while butterflies flutter around inside me. with my heart opened as she stays, my words are taken away. a feeling she revives everytime...and still she's not mine.
could it be more than expected, that which you've rejected? although i strive to change your mind, i know i couldn't effect it: your decision on our exchanging of affection. shouldn't it be me in your fantasy of a romance you continue to grant no chance to? determination on both parts and dedication from the start shall continue open up our eyes and hearts...hopefully.
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