Category Archives: Poetry

Poetry that I and no one else made. Everything is originally made by me and nothing will be copied from another author/writer not unless indicated.

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The chance of making a choice for a choice of giving a chance

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Just when you thought life has been so kind

Everything was taken away

Just when you thought everything’s alright

Nothings ever going to be okay

 

Reality as we speak is not always so acceptable

It makes us strong, and at the same time so vulnerable

It makes some of us happy

While others are left pushed down by cruelty

 

Love was always there, but never felt

Sincerity was pure but all that’s left is guilt

You see people will see what they want to see

They do not understand due to the blindness brought about by judgment they call reality

 

For some, luck has always been their best friend

While others cannot accept the loss and the end

Painful as it may sound but no one would care

But a few would give a hand while others just won’t share

 

Reality as we speak should always be accepted

But in the long run people would get defeated

By their blindness from their judgments high as their pride

They would not care as long as they’re happy while others suffer from which they lied

 

Painful as it may sound but no one would care

But we’re lucky that there’s a few who would be kind enough to share

People who see judgment from a different angle

A reality that would not make people strangle

 

They are kind enough to listen, not hear.

They know that a person did something wrong but they would accept and make it clear

They are the reality that gives this world a chance

It is their reality that they made a choice which gave hope and freed people from a foolish trance

 

You see, people will see what they want to see

But there are a few who would accept the facts of reality

And give a helping hand to those who are willing to start anew

A reality that defines what really is it to be kind and true

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The Last Drive

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I’m driving a kilometer by ninety

I never thought he would leave me

My eyes are blurred

Then after a second, I heard a crash.

 

For years we were inseparable

But I was the one who was weak

Never thought I’d be so vulnerable

Somebody else I seek

 

Our love was pure,

Our love was true,

It’s always been so sure,

We were happy, combined worlds of two.

 

Then a sin was committed,

I am to be blamed.

Everything was ruined,

Never felt so ashamed.

 

Memories are flashing right before my eyes

The speedometer shoots up, all I can think about were his cries

“I’m so sorry, I love you…

Please don’t leave me”

 

The agony was unbearable,

Too painful to be understandable,

His touch I am longing for,

Never thought he’ll walk out of my door.

 

His face was all I can see,

His smile was always meant for me.

But not anymore,

He’s not going to come back, knocking at my door.

 

I can hear sirens wailing.

Faces are overcrowding.

I want it to end now,

I won’t wait, I know how.

 

My body feels numb and cold.

I need his embrace, his hand to hold.

But he’s never going to come back, knocking at my door.

No, not anymore.

 

He’s the first person I think of in the morning.

He’s the last thought that I think of before sleeping.

You have to remember that I love you.

Please don’t forget, for this is my last drive.

 

It would be so nice to know that you love me too.

The car crashed, speedometer read a hundred and twenty-five.

Flat line. . . . .

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Raining Sunshine

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His smile is like sunshine pouring in the rain

His laughter makes me have amnesia on what’s the meaning of pain

His eyes captivate me like a binding song

It makes me want to sing and sway along

His picture perfect smile

Makes me not want us to grow old

bu even when we grow old

I’ll treasure him more than gold

You see he makes my heart cry

His voice so sweet like a lullaby

God, I love it, the way he is

He puts my troubled soul at peace

He often walks in a way you won’t see his gorgeous face

Dimples so cute it’ll make your heart race

God, I love it, the way he is

Come a little closer and I’ll give you a kiss

Even when he’s just sitting by the window pane

I wouldn’t change a thing

I’ll just sit right next to him, we’ll watch sunshine in the rain

A precious moment, I can hear the birds sing

If he was a song, I would love to dance

I’ll lose myself to his symphony of romance

God, I love it, the way he is

He puts my bothered mind back up at ease

Honestly, it’s kinda hard to lie

but even in my subconsciousness I can’t try

Our conversations, they flatter me

His words simply moves me out of my misery

You see, he’s more to than just plain sunshine

Not to appreciate him would be such a crime

God, I love it the way he is

There’s nothing about him that I won’t miss

sun shines through the window pane. . . .

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Melancholy

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I can feel his touch, holding me near

I can hear his voice, Loud and clear

But when I opened my eyes, he disappeared

He was never really there…..

The boy that I once held dear

It’s been a while and I’ve been looking around

It’s been so long since I last felt his warm breath on my skin

I turn my head in search for his sweet sound

Only to realize the feeling of coldness and emptiness caving in

Letting go of his hand was something that I should have never done

It was the last memory I could recall of him, and now he’s all gone

All that’s left now are memories

Too distant for me to reach, all that’s left are unspoken stories.

I have a way with playing with my thoughts

But it’s him that this mind will always sought after

I have a way with my feelings not being caught

and my love will take long before it shall falter

Maybe never…

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His Track

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this one’s for Apol Bacalla,,and everyone..hope you guys like it

and apol pls try not to cry while reading this…

Staring at the door with my hands on my chest

A silent prayer,wishing him all the best

As he passed through the pavement

A forced smile, my tears were silent

I know he won’t be back

As I play his favorite track

Images of us and memories are what’s left of me

he needs to leave, it’s for the best,to set both of us free

He left me with no promises

everything was vague with no reassurances

I’d love to keep him and hold him near

his hand to hold,”i’ll miss you my dear”

But i would never hold him back

no matter how it hurts

again I’m playing his favorite track

as long as he’s happy, I’ll smile and do a way with hurt

I’ll wait and expect of you

but don’t be long, I might have to leave too

and so I sit here playing your favorite track

wishing you’ll come hurry back