So Many Questions

We've been asking too many questions
that have no definite answers.
All we do is just guess and wonder
if the answers we'd get were the ones we long to hear.
Is it worth keeping up with this charade?
What if we're missing more from life
because we've kept our eyes on each other
even though we're moving on different directions?
What if what we're meant to do
was just turn our backs from each other
and face the road that we're really headed to?
Do we still keep on hoping 
that our roads would merge in the end
or should we start waking up from this illusion
and start living the life that we're meant to?

Since the only time I see (him) near

is when I close my eyes.

Should I keep it that way,

the only way I can make (him) stay?

Young at Heart

Silly wishes and foolish dreams
are what kept me believing
in hope and miracles.
The "impossible" is just 
a part of the story,
a necessary obstacle
that can be overcome
if you will just keep faith.
Fairy tales do come true,
if only you'd keep your eyes
open to those tiny miracles.
See the world through the 
eyes of a child,
full of wonder and amazement,
then you'd see the magic
that always awaits you 
just around the corner.

Need To Be Next To You

I need you.
It's as simple as that.
I need your smile.
I need your touch.
I need your strength.
I need your warmth.
I need to feel your heart
beating against mine
to keep the cold at bay.
Anything that you could give
I'll be willing to take.
I just need you.
But I also need all of you.
Your fear,
your pain,
your sorrow.
Everything that you might need,
I'll do my best to give it to you.
I need to be beside you
when the dark closes in.
I'll hold your hand and we'll 
make our way through,
just promise me that
no matter how long it
takes for us to find the light,
you will never let go.

Haunt//Bed

Day slowly fades
into the night,
and the cold comes 
creeping in.
Turn off the lights,
blow off the candles,
turn down the bed.
Let me settle down to sleep
and I'd give you leave
to haunt me in my dreams,
in hopes that
it's in the warmth of you
that I would wake up to.

Medicine

It is quite unfair that you are 

the disease and the cure,

both at the same time.

You are this gnawing need

I feel within the pit of my stomach

that could only be sated once

you get under my skin.

Thoughts of you

makes me weak in the knees,

yet urges me to move my feet

forward till I can feel your skin against mine.

The symptoms you caused

might momentarily recede,

but I can still feel you lurking

within my nerves;

and once my defenses go down,

you'd come crawling back out

again and turn my whole world

upside down once more.

How will I completely heal,

if the only remedy is you?

Said I, I adore you

and that's all I have to say, bye-bye

and you opiate this hazy head of mine

Scar Tissue

All wounds heal over time, or so they say.

Some may take longer than the others.

Some may heal completely, while some leave their marks.

But there is that kind of wound that no matter long 

you wait for it to completely heal, it never does.

Why?

Because once it dries up and the scabs form, 

you couldn't help but feel the itch 

to pick it off every single time.

It's like there's this perverted need

to feel the pain once more just to assure yourself 

that the pain you felt then was real

and you weren't making it up when you said,

"God, it hurts a lot."

White Noise

My mind is getting too loud,

for me to speak my thoughts aloud.

How do I form coherent thoughts

if these elusive words kept on

playing hide and seek with me?

I need silence.

I need peace.

How do I find this

sweet solace that I speak of,

if it's from my own self

that I need reprieve from?

Hold Me

"Hello" pertains to point A.

"Goodbye" pertains to point B.

Once the first word is said,

the clock will start ticking

till we reach the next point.

How long will the distance be

between the two points? 

Nobody knows.

Whatever is in the in between

pertains to what we have,

to all that we could ever have.

Should I speak and let myself be 

known more to you?

Should we explore the world

and see more than we ever did?

But what if all I wanted to do,

once I get to be with you,

for that indefinite amount of time,

is just sit down and hold your hand,

just hold you and let life speak for us?

What if I'm tired of creating 

a perfect world with words

and pent-up imaginings?

What if all I wanted -- needed to hear

is the sound of your breathing

and your heart beating

as we watch the sun rise

in each other's eyes?

Would you be willing to risk it all 

and just waste the time away,

just by being with me?

Geronimo

Sometimes I see myself
running straight to the edge
of the cliff and taking 
that leap of faith
without stopping to think
if there's even anyone
waiting to catch me down below.
I'll scream out loud 
on my way down,
as my heart beats its way
out of my chest.
With that final intake of breath
I'd close my eyes as the
warm ocean water swallow me whole,
before it spits me out again onto its surface.
Then I'd wonder, 
would the feeling of falling
be the same, if I have you by my side
to take that leap with me?

Cold Day in the Sun

Chapped lips,
parched throat,
wrung out dry by a
cold day in the sun.
Bring out the rain,
quench away the thirst,
breathe life 
to the pair of lips
that once too
breathed life.

Weekend with the Pope and the Pox

Hello there everyone! I am so sorry for suddenly dropping out of the radar these past few days. I didn't mean to - I swear. Well, life happened and sh** happened (sorry for that, I'm just really bummed about it.). Anyway, to cut my story short, I was sent into a forced sabbatical leave by the most cruel and wretched chicken pox. I know, you're probably wondering "how old are you kid?" trust me, I'm not sure either. So there, now that you know what happened, actually it's still happening and I'm afraid I'll suffer this forever and ever till the day I die (okay, so probably I'm starting to become too much of a drama queen and I probably should stop this mindless chatter soon.) Back to -- where was I? -- oh yeah, since I'm still suffering this wretched and vile disease let me just share a story that happened during the weekend. 

Some of you may know that the Pope visited the Philippines just recently. We were watching for his arrival on the TV when I crawled my way on to my mom's lap because truth be told, the itch is enough to kill me and add to that the fever, headaches, cough, vomiting and oh - did I say about the itch? So I asked my mom to give me a back rub just to distract myself from it. Then out of nowhere my niece suddenly popped in and said "Mama, now that mama Cho's sick and she is the nurse, who will take care of her?" I know I was a bit emotionally strung during that time so I teared up a bit. Then I fully cried out when my mom kept on rubbing my back and said "Of course me, I'm her mom." 

And everyday she kept that promise. She always made me sleep in her bedroom and she noticed whenever I couldn't sleep because she'd sit beside me then give me a back rub until I fall asleep. Every morning, she'd suddenly scramble to stand up whenever she feels me leaving the bed and she'd ask me if anything's wrong or should she make me a breakfast. I always feel like crying everytime and I love her more for it. And through this ordeal, I once again realized how blessed I am because I have a family to take care of me, especially during the time when I can't be strong enough to take care of myself. So to all of you kids out there, be grateful of your parents or of those people who takes good care of you. Cherish each moment you spend with them because I'm telling you, once you get to become an adult, it's one of the few things you'll start to long for. :")

**P.S. as for my usual posts, I promise to try to get back to it as soon as I can. Please don't lose hope on me. (^o^)V

The Fisherman

I am the sea.
Restless, impatient,
like a toddler always
in one of its fits.
You came.
You in your little boat,
with your fishnets and hooks.
I made myself calm
and let myself 
watch you for awhile.
Prepared to toss you 
overboard once you try 
to steal from what is mine.
But instead of grabbing
your fishnets and baits,
you pulled out a wooden
something with strings.
Then you started 
singing out
the words that bared 
all your fears and sorrows.
You thought 
no one was listening,
but I was there.
And with your song, 
you stole not just 
what is mine,
but all of me.

Bring Me That Horizon

I'm a pirate 
lost in the sea,
with nothing else to 
guide me but 
the sun, the stars 
and the breeze.
With calloused hands
and worn out oars,
I paddle my way
straight to the horizon.
My arms are aching
and sweat are dripping
across my face,
as I fight 
my way against
these crashing waves.
I'm afraid of drowning,
that's for sure.
The only thing though
that keeps me afloat,
are these treasured 
memories of what life
once was in the shore
and the glimmer of hope
that someday I'll reach
that horizon.

Happily Ever After

Hear me out
before you speak,
for you are more
than what I seek.
You ask for more
than I could give,
if you take it all
how else would I live?
You were the first
to make me want,
of things that
I have never had.
Once I believed of
happily ever afters,
until I saw the world
and its real ever afters.
I learned to be careful
of each step I took,
to keep myself from
falling through
crevices and crooks.
How could you want
something that could give
you less than you ever could,
if there are others
who's willing to give you
more than I ever could?

Some Nights

Some nights are
better than the others,
while some nights are worse;
yet this night alone
is quite different than most.
It's when a soul yearns
for solitude,
but still it was afraid
to be left alone in the dark.
Afraid that its arms may
tire out whilst swimming its
way out of the frozen lake,
without a rope to pull it out
once it starts to lose its breath.
The quiet causes
the heart to anticipate,
for only it alone can hear
the thudding in the ears
and feel the thumping 
within the chest.

Fading Lights

Fingers tracing the

frost creeping across

the cracks on the wall.

A shadow wearing a

deceiving mask

of unbridled joy.

Make believing that

the light at the end

of the tunnel was from

the summer sunshine,

not from a tiny flicker

of flame from melted wax

and burnt out wick.

Bitter Chill

Fingers frozen 
over the keys,
terrified of the words 
that threatens to spill out.
Fingers frozen 
over the strings,
afraid of the music
that will bare 
my heart out.
Tell me now,
before I let it all out -
if all of this is real
or is my mind just playing
a cruel prank on me?

Someday We'll Know

I know not what words to speak. 
I know not what I feel.
All that I know now
is of the sound of silence
surrounding me and,
the warmth of the sun
upon my face while I 
pin my eyes to the
clear skies above.
I breathe in deep 
the scent of the ocean 
as salt and water
evaporate to the air.
All that I long for now
was the missing heat
from the arms of 
this shadow tangled up
with mine.

Promise

I'll hurry my feet to the place

where day and night collides.

I'll hurry my feet to the place

where I could meet you halfway.

I'll stand there and wait

until your feet closes in on mine.

I'll stand there and wait

so I can finally touch.

Wrap me in your arms

and still the quivering inside.

I'll wrap you in mine

and here you'll find the home

you've been longing to find.

I'll Never Fall In Love Again

What do you get 
when you fall in love?
A silly question
for a foolish heart.
Some claim that it's
the greatest gift of all.
While others say
you'll get nothing but
just bumps and bruises.
The confusion 
is quite enough
to scare this 
foolish heart away.
Is the risk worth it?
But when I realize
that You are the answer
to this silly question -
I gotta say,
the odds are good.

 

Sit and Stare

There are days
where all I 
wanted to do
was just 
sit and stare
and watch 
the people pass by.
To wonder where 
they've been,
to wonder where 
they're going.
Is there someone
waiting for them
at the end of the road? 
Are they headed
straight to the
arms of their lover?
As I watch the sunset
I wonder,
will there ever 
be a time
where my day ends
just like theirs?
Because for now,
all I can do is
just sit
and stare 
and wonder. 

Penny For Your Thoughts

Think of me
when you're 
feeling weary.
I'll be the hands
that will 
hold you up high.
Think of me
when you're 
feeling cold.
It'll be my arms
that will 
keep you warm.
Think of me
when you're 
feeling lost.
I'll always do my best 
to find you.
I can give you 
a thousand reasons 
to think of me,
as I think of you 
for a thousand times.
I don't need any 
reason though
to think of you
all the time -
I just do.

Wish Upon A Star

My feet are weary.
My hands are shaking.
Still it didn't stop me
from breathing in deep.
Relief washes over me
as the cold night air
rushes into my lungs.
With my eyes 
gazing longingly 
to the stars,
I let my hands open wide.
Wishing for the day
I can feel them
warm within my grasp.

Fast Car

Hands on the wheel.
All buckled up.
Wind rushing through.
Driving on the fast lane.
Heartbeats racing.
Turn Right - 
Turn Left -
Straight ahead -
Don't mind the signs.
Just hold my hand.
Where we are headed,
it doesn't matter.
As long as this 
journey with you
does not end.

Storyteller

If I am the pen,
then you are the ink
that keeps me writing.
If it weren't for you,
I will be nothing
but just this piece
of hollowed, 
cylindrical,
plastic shell
with nothing
but air to 
fill me inside.
But with you,
I could be anything.
Now I know that
we are the story
I've been wanting to tell.
Between the two of us,
we could be infinite.

Just One Day

It was quite comforting

to feel  the heavy

weight of this watch

on my wrist.

To see the arms

moving around

even as I stood still,

reminding me that

time won't stop

for me even just for

a second.

So I gotta keep my

feet moving if 

I want to make

the best out of it.

Then out of nowhere

I found something 

that made me 

want to rip out

this watch from my wrist

and make the world

stand still for me.

To forget

even just for a day

that we're wasting

these precious seconds

apart.

I'd gladly trade 

all of the

seconds,

minutes,

hours

that I have left,

just to see you 

standing here 

underneath the 

pale moonlight

shining above me,

casting your shadow

on this same patch

of grass where I stood.

Out Of My League

Never wanting more.
It's the 
only thing 
that gave peace
to this 
restless soul.
To believe that 
the impossible 
was something
that does not 
usually happen
to everyday people.
To be content - 
was the only way 
I knew how.
That is.
Until you came
and showed me 
how it feels like
to fly.
And now,
you made me 
want more.
Don't I just 
want more.
Right now.
With you.

'Cause it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea

but I'd rather be here than on land.

Yes he's all that I see and he's all that I need

and I'm out of my league once again.

Bring It On

Fireworks lit up the sky

as if to light our path

for the year ahead.

To the year that's closing,

I fare thee well.

Thank you for the memories

and the lessons I've learned

within your reign.

To all the joys and the sorrows

you brought, I'd keep them

as a reminder of what was me

and what they've made me become.

To the year ahead 

I dare thee,

bring it on. ;)