Linggo, Disyembre 25, 2011


If you do not want what I want, please try not to tell me that my want is wrong.
Or if my beliefs are different from yours, at least pause before you set out to correct them.
Or if my emotion seems less or more intense than yours, given the same circumstances, try not to ask me to feel other than I do.
Or if I act, or fail to act, in the manner of your design for action, please let me be.
I do not, for the moment at least, ask you to understand me. That will only come when you are willing to give up trying to change me into a copy of you.
If you will allow me any of my own wants, or emotions, or beliefs, or actions, then you open yourself to the possibility that some day these ways of mine might not seem so wrong, and might finally appear as right – for me. To put up with me is the first step to understanding me.
Not that you embrace my ways as right for you, but that you are no longer irritated or disappointed with me for my seeming waywardness. And one day, perhaps, in trying to understand me, you might come to prize my differences, and, far from seeking to change me, might preserve and even cherish those differences.
I may be your spouse, your parent, your offspring, your friend, your colleague. But whatever our relation: You and I are fundamentally different and both of us have to march to our own drummer.
(From the book Please Understand Me II by David West Kiersey.)

Biyernes, Disyembre 23, 2011

Pain in Rain

Azured sky was surfaced by black crying clouds,
so under a dark gloomy night I stayed not too proud.
The dripping rain stings this heart so grey.
Thinking of forgiveness but the mind strongly says nay.
Tears touching the cheeks now flows with the waters.
The thunder reminds me of the excuse he falters.
Amidst the rain and pain, a fake truth I've been trying to be
I stand stood still, even the tempest can't blow the toughness only I could see.
An endless quarrel we shared, his lie lingers though 'twas left unsaid.
A union not worth fighting for turned blue from red.
Love is not enough, it does not conquer all, never it'll prevail.
Unconsciously we live in fantasy, a reason why love fails. 
Reality hurts, trying not to face it hurts even more.
The grief he bore may dig the deepest of my core.
But an oath I took, he wasn't a mistake but a lesson learned.
Agony I have suffered but an experience I earned.
The drizzle has stopped and the path I'll be taking might be muddy.
I opt not to cease from taking a pace away from a past so rocky.
The rain has baptized me with a new identity.
The splashes of water washed out the weaknesses
?I once owned, now I'm bolder and free.

The Elusive Peace

Dead trees, ice melts, the sun's heat. Oh it penetrates.
Dusty wind, filthy waters, proudly pollution is consistent of its rates.
Smog, the planet's breath. Can't you hear the Earth's hiss?
Amidst it all, there is Peace.

Loaded guns, triggered pistols, villains are gone, innocents are down.
Soldiers dying, their comrades suffering, casualties over town.
Munitions on the way, missiles to take off, indeed an action of fierce.
Amidst it all, there is Peace.

A deafening quarrel of a brother and a sister, coated of pure wrath above.
The untied vow of a husband and wife, a fruit of perfidious love.
 Once a home, now with a family broken piece by piece.
Amidst it all, there is Peace.

The ennui your mind is strugglin' the throe your heart is feeling.
An avalanche of dilemma is comin' torment you wish of its ending.
Solutions so evasive, truly a life not in bliss.
Amidst it all, there is Peace.

In a polluted world, there is CHANGE.
Between every war, there is UNITY.
At the middle of a fight, there is LOVE.
When you feel like giving up, there is HOPE.
Amidst it all, there is PEACE.

Black Out

'Twas a starless dark sky, blanketed with heavy nimbus clouds.
A flock of crows flew and struck him by their sharp claws.
Deluded on his own, a tough ebony he thought himself.
Truth is, only a shadow possessed with the spirit of rhum.
A fleeting happiness he enraptured. A countless laughter like one's hair.
Later, a blot, a single dot blemished the entirety of an image.
His soul he puked out, now drowning in a black hole of regrets.
It's done. The same plight was oathed like a tire running in circle.
Then, a Black Out.

Polluted Mind

Down the Boulevard, an empty pavement I stare
Clouds screech a deafening honk with some flashing lights.
Black droplets starts to penetrate my skin so fair.
Streets filled with dark stagnant waters, look not so right.

An atmosphere covered with thick, filthy smog.
I inhale a wind full of nicotine and dust.
The wrong deed I did was to do nothing but nag.
Now so thrilled to see, ice melts and volcanoes blast.

A jungle made of concrete, painted of metals
where wild beasts dwell, ruining their own habitat.
the beasts enjoy, nature suffers and now fatal
what a wasted future, all started with a blot.

The rain has stopped but never the Earth's agony.
Now I stand with disgrace and pure melancholy.
Ashamed to look above the sky, I bowed my head.
Promised to do my part and never leave words unsaid.

Mix Poems

Agony of Love

I have longed to love you;
But you made my heart so blue,
Caused me pain I've knew.

(Cinquain Poem)

Sinful, Irresistible
Seducing, Imagining, Tempting
Lust is unforgivable.

(A Diamante Poem)

Strong, Strict
Protecting, Comforting, Providing
Job, Discipline, Morals, Home
Caring, Understanding, Guiding
Vulnerable, Fond

A Persona Poem

Meet Jason, the delicate.
Self-centered but caring, insensitive yet affectionate.
Either a pal or a foe,
who loves to groove, who cherish solitude
and delights watching the sun set though.
Scared of embarrassment, frightened of negligence
and fears death for it buries you below.
Wants to see his father breathing again, see God in heaven
and a glimpse to what lies on the day after tomorrow.
A resident of his own.
He is Cuario y Posadas and certainly unknown.

Forbidden Love

Love is natural yet a wonderful feeling.
It feels so right when you're loving
but how can you love, if there's someone stopping?
Are you willing to stop your heart from beating?

Forbidden love, a love that is prohibited.
A love which is wrong and which is not accepted.
but how can it be wrong, when it feels so right to be wanted.
You really can't resist it, especially when you feel very delighted.

Although this kind of love will face so many hindrances,
the heart will still look for a unique way to attain success
What if, it is not really destined to you and you had given all the sacrifices,
will you still dare to continue loving despite of all the consequences?