Nobody Knows It But Me

How do I know
that I am in love with you
and not infatuated by you?
I'm not sure.
All I know is that 
when I search for you
through the crowded streets,
it's not the perfect you
I look forward to.
The one that people look at
when you pass by the street.
The one that wears the perfect shirt
and designer jeans,
with your laced up boots
and perfect hair.
Instead,
the one I look for
is the you that 
I get to wake up to,
with heavy lidded eyes
and lazy smiles,
in your rumpled shirt
and mussed up hair.
That sweet moment of instant
recognition when our eyes meet
as we both realize whose
arms were wrapped around us.
The one that bids me
a pleasant morning against my lips
as the sun slowly makes it way up
to a new day.

Kiss the Moon

Eyes lifted skyward

to the haunting

glow of the moon,

with silent prayers

of miracles and answers

slipping through

trembling lips.

Turning warm breaths

into frozen air;

ending the prayer

with your name

as the resounding

amen.

At the Beginning

For this post, I'll be sharing some of the songs I've loved since I was a kid. If you don't want the mushy stuff, then be warned, because from here on the road's gonna get all squishy and gooey. ;)

At the Beginning

Tale as Old as Time

Can You Feel The Love Tonight

Kiss Me

Save the Best for Last

There should be more, but a person could only hold so much sugar at a time ayt? 
I sure wouldn't want to leave you in diabetic coma because of hyperglycemia. :P

I Love You Always Forever

Like a trained surgeon

adept in creating precise incisions,

you stealthily took your scalpel

and carved my heart out

of the deep cavity of my chest

and blatantly sewed it on your sleeve.

And like the deftest

among these skillful surgeons,

you have painlessly sewn the

skin back together

before I realized that you 

secretly snuck in your heart

that's now beating life into me.

You left no other trace on the surface

that you've been there,

except for the thin line of white scar

that I'm too proud to hide.

Secret moments shared in the heat of the afternoon

Out of the stillness, soft sopoken words

Say, say it again

I love you always forever

Near and far closer together

Everywhere, I will be with you

Everything, I will do for you...

*** Hi there. I just want to apologize for inconsistently popping in and out lately. I know it's quite irresponsible of me but honestly, my mind's been working on a pace of it's own and I'm nothing but just a slave of its whims. Like for this one. The idea's been brewing in my mind for quite sometime but no matter how hard I try to figure it out, I can't seem to find the right words. Except for today, when it finally decided it wants to write it down and suddenly the words just rushed through me. As for the song, well this was the song that played when we watched my friend sing on her gig the other night. I don't know what's up with it. I just figureed it kind of relates to what I wrote. How? I can't explain. Just pure gut feels, maybe. ;) Sorry for the senseless chatter my mind's been doing. I just can't seem to help it. Well, as what I've said, I'm just a slave of its whims. :P 

Must Get Out

Sometimes I catch myself

slowly wandering to you,

just in time to reel 

myself in and let my head

remind my heart

that there's no use

in taking the risk. 

You are a traveler,

I am a dreamer.

We both have 

reasons to stay,

but these were never enough

to keep us still;

because we have more

reasons to leave

and see the world

in different paths.

I go to sleep thinking 

it will be the last

that we'll have 

for tomorrow we should move on.

Yet, it's in that every moment

between sleeping and waking,

feeling the warmth of your skin 

lying closely next to mine,

as I watch the sunrise 

light your eyes,

that somehow all of these reasons

I've tried to make myself believe

gets tossed out of the window

and onto the wind.

Wonderwall

In this fortress I built

I hid myself in.

In that way,

I kept all the pirates at bay.

In the shadows of the night

they tried to crawl their way in,

but through the slippery slopes,

not even one managed to get in.

Somehow,

you were the only one

bold enough to light a torch

to signal your approach.

Because you knew,

no matter how high these walls are,

the light you bring 

could still manage to creep in

through the gaps in between.

there are many things that 

I would like to say to you

but I don't know how

because maybe,

you're gonna be the one that saves me

and after all

you're my wonderwall

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***Funny how all day through, I was thinking about writing a different piece but somehow I still ended up writing this one instead. And add to that, finding a perfectly fitting song, and when I looked up the definition of the word, a perfectly fitting meaning too. I guess it's time to start trusting my instincts again. 

Ran Off In The Night

A shadow following 

closely in the dark,

the heavy rain

drowning the sounds

of our footsteps.

Strangers -

running off through 

the night,

each with reasons of

their own.

Running away

or running towards something,

it doesn't matter.

Everything seemed bleary then, 

until I felt you fall into 

step beside me.

Suddenly, all of my senses

went into focus

and all I can see is you.

They were made for each other

They run off in the night

She said to him...

Won't you come away with me

Won't you come away

Shine

I was a lost kid trying to find my way home.
I looked up to the night sky
and saw the thin sliver of moonlight
peeking through the clouds;
luring me to just keep my eyes way up high
and never mind the bumps on the road;
to just let my feet decide on its own
where home is.

It's shaking the sky and I'm following lightning

I'll recover if you keep me alive

Don't leave me behind, can you see me I'm shining

And it's you that I've been waiting to find

Avalanche

Up the steep slope,
I stabbed and clawed
the deep snow,
till I reached the top
and touched the clouds above.
But it didn't last long,
for when I looked up
to the sky 
and watched it
turn the to the shade of
the color of your eyes,
suddenly it felt like
I got cut through the knees.
And there I tumbled and crashed
with the mile high heap of snow
falling over me,
and found myself
landing at your feet.

Somtimes you only get one chance

You got a look in your eyes

I knew you in a past life

One glance and the avalanche drops

One look and my heartbeat stops

Ships pass in the night

I don't wanna wait 'til the next life

One glance and the avalanche drops

One look and my heartbeat stops

***It just so happens that this song is my September16th (don't ask me why, I just love every everything that has 16 on it.;P) song based on this game that we play called "Chuwariwap". It's quite easy actually, you just think of a "category" on what the next song will be for and voila! you'll get your answer. Just some of the nonsensical stuff that make my shallow heart happy.

Where Two Oceans Meet

A restless soul

trapped in a still body;

like eyes rolling uncontrollably

while under a deep sleep.

A sound mind

with an unsure heart;

must finally learn to choose

which ocean to swim to.

Is it the one that

leads to the shallow waters,

where the shores of freedom 

await for the wings 

that needed drying?

Or should it be towards

the deep under current,

the drag and pull of

a long forgone,

but not forgotten dream?

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I'm Not In Love

I'm not in love.

I know my stomach

gets tied in knots

everytime I hear you 

call my name,

but it doesn't mean that

I'm in love with you.

I'm aware that

my heart beats faster

at the sight of you,

but it could be because

your eyes mesmerize me,

and still it doesn't mean

that I'm in love with you.

And when we accidentally touch,

I sometimes thought

I can hear a thudding sound,

thinking it was my heart

falling on to the floor,

but only maybe because

I was caught off guard

by your touch,

not because 

I'm in love with you.

I wonder how many times

do I have to repeat it

till my mind starts 

believing it?

The Perfect Setting

We stood there 

in the middle

of the warm kitchen air,

while the oven bakes

our dinner for two.

No spotlights,

or smoke machines,

not even a hardwood dancefloor

to tap our feets on.

It's just me and you,

with each of our own

pair of left feet,

swaying to the

scratch of the needle

against the vinyl,

as it plays our song.

***Still hung over from the show last night (Singin' In The Rain). I just love how these old songs wake up my ever-so-hopeless-romantic-heart, and make me wanna dance in an empty room (with someone...maybe?haha!). 

A memory worth keeping.
Just an obligatory "shoefie" with the ticket.
These sparkly red shoes made me feel like I was Dorothy
on her journey down the yellow brick road. ;)

Tell Her You Love her

Drag your chair across the room
and pull it up beside mine,
share with me this table
that's big enough for two.
I'd love to hear the sound
of the keys clicking away as you
type your part of the story,
while I shall write mine down
to the scratch of my crooked pen
against the pages
of these roughened sheets.
We'll write our adventures
without peeking 
on each others handiworks,
but we know that in the end,
our stories will unfold
and we'll end up writing 
on the same pages
when our stories intertwine.

Hold My Hand

I stumbled through the path
and you offered your hand,
so I took it.

I steadied my feet and
relaxed my grip
yet you held on,
and so I did too.

We reached the crossroad
and you ran to beat
the red light.

But I stopped
and let go of your hand,
as I watched you reach
the other side.

I thought I didn't give
anything away
when we shared that road
and you held my hand.

It wasn't until then
that I realized,
you took my heart
when I took your hand.

Darling hold my hand

Oh won't you hold my hand

'Cause I don't wanna walk on my own

anymore won't you understand

'Cause I don't wanna walk alone

Alive

Don't you ever wonder
why the raindrops 
never sizzles
as it falls and slides
against our skin,
everytime it drenches
our entwined bodies?
Because I swear,
I can feel 
the steam rising up 
from my pores,
after each
stolen kiss
under the rain.

Loving every minute cause you make me feel so alive...

All Good Things (Come To An End)

I've always believed in

creating make-believe worlds,

because I knew that's

where the good things

could exist.

Fairy tales and love stories,

with their happily 

ever after endings,

they're my thing,

as long as they remain

in this make-believe world 

I've created inside my mind.

But when my mind made you up,

I've never wanted anything else

to be more real than you.

The feel of your touch

and the sound of your voice.

Yet,

I cannot make myself

let you leave this

make-believe world

I've created,

because I fear

that you shall too 

begin to fade

once you step foot

on the real world

and will soon cease to exist.

A Series of (Un)Fortunate Events

Sometimes, the universe really has its own ways of telling you things. Honestly, I'm a huge believer of signs, and yet, I'm also the first one who lays my doubts on it once it makes itself known. 

Awhile ago, I was cleaning up my room and I found this stash of newspaper clippings...

...I've kept underneath my desk. Sifting through it, I was quite surprised to find this clipping of my horoscope for my birthday because I honestly forgot that I had it. I prepared myself to be entertained when instead, upon reading it, it felt like a cold bucket of water was poured over me. 

One of the conversations I had last night with Rhio suddenly popped into my mind after reading this. We were just talking about some random things and in one of our topics, we ended up talking about how different I am now as compared to before. Because back then, (seriously, it was just around a couple of months ago) I usually preferred staying home rather than going out with my friends during my spare time. The weird thing is, as I thought about it, it's during these months (July and August) wherein I began to "unusually" spend alot of my time/weekends hanging out with my friends that sometimes it even makes me crave for the me-time that I needed too much to recharge my introvert battery. It might just be a coincidence. Or not. Here's to hoping that it is.

And now, of all the time that I could've stumbled upon this clipping, why does it have to be now wherein it's September and it's all about a "daring personal risk"? I wish I could just laugh it off (and at myself for being panicky over it) come October.  I WISH. Hopefully it was just a string of coincidences. How many times do I have to repeat it to make myself believe that these are all nothing more than that, just a coincidence?

Chocolate

Grab your bags

and lace up your shoes,

and just leave your

maps and darts behind.

Roll down the windows

and sing along with the radio

as we cover the distance

between from and to.

We won't know what's

waiting for us

once we get to that place

we were headed to,

wherever that maybe.

It doesn't matter.

As long as I'll have that

journey with you.

You said, "We go where nobody knows..."

***Probably not one of the most ideal songs to inspire a "romantic" poem, but it's definitely one of the songs I'd definitely play on the stereo, and sing along with on an epic road trip. ;)

Real Thing

Lips to cheek.

Arms circled tight

around bodies shivering

against the freezing cold.

Eyes meant only for each other.

For tonight,

we won't search for 

magic from watching

shooting stars

and fireflies as they

light up the night sky.

Listen to the 

music we create

as we breathe each other in.

I want the real thing

Or nothing at all

I need someone that I can be sure will 

catch me if I should fall

Someone who'll be there when I call

then I'll know that it's the real thing

A Many Splintered Thing

I don't know what's up with Chris Evans today, but when I got home after a long night of endless talks (and silences in between) with my gals, I opened the TV and this one was playing over the cable and all I was able to catch was the ending...which was quite interesting.

Playing It Cool

"Love is confusing and it's terrifying and 99 times out of 100 it doesn't work but if we have even the slightest chance of being that one time, I'm willing to regret you for the rest of my life. "

Then when I opened my computer and checked some stuff over the web, this one popped up on my screen...

Before We Go

"We love who we love. Sucks."

(Meant) To Be or Not To Be. Just my kind of story. ;)

Firefly

In the dark of the night,

while the moon hides 

behind the clouds,

I chase the fireflies

with my jar held tight

within my grasp.

I stretched my arm 
far and  wide

yet it wasn't enough

to catch even a 
single firefly

to light my jar.

Surrendering to defeat,

I sink down to my knees

and let the firefly jar

roll out of my hands

and onto the grass 
underneath my feet.

Then one by one,

they began to appear 
behind the trees

and danced their way

towards me.

Trouble Sleeping

There are days 
when my fingers could never
move fast enough,
to keep up with the thoughts
spilling out of my head,
as they march in beat
with my fretful heart,
keeping me wide awake
while the city sleeps .
Yet there are days too,
when all I wanted to do
was to lie on the grass
and just keep my head clear.
To watch the stars 
slowly make their way
across the sky,
until they meet up
with the sun
somewhere deep on the horizon,
while the sound 
of your breathing
and the easy way you 
hold me in your arms,
act like a balm to my soul.

It's late and I'm feeling so tired

Having trouble sleeping.

This constant compromise

Between thinking and breathing.

Could it be I'm suffering

Because I'll never give in?

Won't say that I'm falling in love

Tell me I don't seem myself

Couldn't I blame something else?

Just don't say I'm falling in love

It Can Only End In Tears

***Just suddenly felt the urge to repost this adorable story before I go to bed. All I can say is..."I feel you buddy. I feel you." ;) :)

This Adorable Baby Loves Books So Much He Is Heartbroken Every Time A Story Ends

There is no sadder phrase in the English language than “the end.”

posted on Sept. 1, 2015, at 5:22 a.m.

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We all know the feeling of mourning the end of a really good book. For this little guy, that feeling is SO real, every time.

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This little smarty loves a good story.

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Can we pause one moment here to appreciate the fact that he is wearing a shirt that says “the snuggle is real”?‍‍‍

But when the book ends? Heartbreak.

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The only cure is more reading.

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In the end, more devastation.

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Every. Single. Time.

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Keep reading, little buddy!