Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Audience
"Audience"
I have tried
Doing it all on my own
And failing I
Looked for ways to go on
And be strong
And I've travelled in this
Endless road of
Trying, failing, crying
Until I saw your cross
But now I'm crying cause You died
And You gave it all before
You've given me Your cross
What else can I do
But sit and trust You
And wait for Your pow'r
To work here, now
What more can I say
Than Lord have Your way
Come live in my life
I'm just Your audience
Monday, December 7, 2009
120709
=(
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
umaga, tanghali, gabi.
mamumulat ang mga mata
sa alaala ng gabing nakalipas,
tanghali.
maghihintay ng tawag na hindi darating,
mapapatingin sa pintong walang magbubukas.
gabi.
muling lulunurin ang puso
ng mga luhang hindi naman maiiyak.
debelop
ay ang patuloy na pagkahulog ng mga puso sa banging walang kasiguruhan ang lalim.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Some thoughts. 082209.
"It's unfair to judge another person's lifestyle based on your own experience, and silly to try to force your own philosophy and ideology into them. We all live under different circumstances, and grew up having different situations. People don't just do what they do because they want to, nor do they live their lives the way they do just because."
"If they want to live the way they do, let them. Don't hate them coz they're not like you."
"It's about being human, no matter what class, race, or gender."
Saturday, May 2, 2009
****
about the things that have been going on in my mind,
but the only word i could come up with
..was your name.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Montague
By any other name would smell as sweet."
-Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Just Like A Star (Corrine Bailey Rae)
Just like an angel off the page,
You have appeared to my life,
Feel like I'll never be the same,
Just like a song in my heart,
Just like oil on my hands,
Honour to love you
Still I wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind,
You've got this look I can't describe,
You make me feel like I'm alive,
When everything else is au fait,
Without a doubt you're on my side,
Heaven has been away too long,
Can't find the words to write this song,
Oh...
Your love,
Still I wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind,
Now I have come to understand,
The way it is,
It's not a secret anymore,
'cause we've been through that before,
From tonight I know that you're the only one,
I've been confused and in the dark,
Now I understand,
I wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
I wonder why it is,
I wont let my guard down,
For anyone but you
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind,
Just like a star across my sky,
Just like an angel off the page,
You have appeared to my life,
Feel like I'll never be the same,
Just like a song in my heart,
Just like oil on my hands
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Ayoko Nang Managinip
ayoko nang managinip
lalo pa’t alam kong
hindi naman mangyayari
at sa aking paggising,
maguguluhan lang ang isip ko,
mapupuno ng mga sana
at kung ano nga ba ang totoo.
ayoko nang managinip
sapagkat maaaring naisin ko
na manatili na lang doon
at huwag nang harapin
ang mapait na buhay sa mundo.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Broken Strings (by James Morrison)
Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything
When I love you
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking
It's the voice of someone else
Oh it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay
You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that aint real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before
Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late
Oh it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay
You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that aint real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before
But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late
You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that aint real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before
Oh and I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last change to feel again
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
love
1 Corinthians 13:4-7
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Valentine (by Carol Ann Duffy)
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.
Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a cute card or kissogram.
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.
Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.
Name (by Carol Ann Duffy)
change from a proper noun
to a charm?
Its three vowels
like jewels
on the thread of my breath.
Its consonants
brushing my mouth
like a kiss.
I love your name.
I say it again and again
in this summer rain.
I see it,
discreet in the alphabet,
like a wish.
I pray it
into the night
till its letters are light.
I hear your name
rhyming, rhyming,
rhyming with everything.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Kaya Kong Magbitiw ng Bitter Words Ngayong Gabi (ni Mark Angeles)
Mag-scribble-skribulan halimbawa: “Ang gabi ay pilantod
at nangangalantutay, bugbog-sarado, ang mga bituin sa malayo.
Paruo’t parito ang hangin at ngumangawang parang baka.”
Kaya kong magbitiw ng bitter words ngayong gabi.
Labs ko sya, at minsan daw labs nya rin ako.
Sa mga gabing tulad nito, nilalamas ko sya sa aking kandungan.
Nilalaplap ko sya sa silong ng marvelous na kalangitan.
Labs nya ko, at minsan labs ko rin sya.
Pa’nong di ko mamahalin ang malalaki’t bilugan nyang mga mata —parang pugita?
Kaya kong magbitiw ng bitter words ngayong gabi.
Imagine kong wala sya sakin. Ma-feel kong na-lost ko na sya
Mapakinggan ko ang gabing OA, mas lalong OA dahil wala sya.
At ang talinhaga ay dumidila sa malay tulad ng hamog sa talahib.
Ano pa bang meron dyan, Ineng, kung hindi sya mapapasaakin?
Period. Sa malayo, may ngumangawa. Sa malayo.
Aburido ang multo ko sa pagkawala nya.
At para bagang nandyan lang sya sa tabi-tabi, hinahanap ko pa sya.
Hinahanap sya ng puso ko, kapag wala sya sa tabi ko.
Ang gabi ring ito’y nagkukulapol ng dirty white sa mga troso.
Hindi na kami ang dating kaming kami.
Hindi ko na sya labs, pramis, pero labs na labs ko sya dati.
Hinahagilap ng hininga ko ang hangin para bugahan sya.
Nilalaplap na sya ng iba, tulad ng paglaplap ko sa kanya.
Ang boses nya, ang seksi nyang wankata, ang for layp nyang mga mata.
Hindi ko na sya labs, pramis, pero medyo labidabs ko pa rin sya.
Maigsi lang ang lablayp ko pero ang makalimot
sangkatutak na 50 golden years ang inaabot.
Dahil sa mga gabing ganito nilalamas ko sya sa aking kandungan.
Aburido ang multo ko sa pagkawala nya.
Kahit ito na ang last chance ko para magmaasim at ito na rin ang huling chuminess ko sa kanya.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
paghihintay.
ng bawat sandaling lumilipas
ang pusong umiibig.
naghihintay malilo, maangkin
o maiwang duguan muli.
Quote for the Day
Quote for the Day
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
been missing a lot of things lately.
i've been there only once and i miss it terribly. =( lotsa good memories with some friends..
random photography.
i miss taking photos everywhere i go, and any way i want to.
candle lights.
i miss power failures and candle light evenings..
making wallpapers.
i miss making my own wallpapers.
sketches.
i used to draw a lot before. i even sold some sa mga classmates ko. super effort ako nun sa pag-shade at pag-ayos ng drawing. wala nga lang natira sa akin kahit soft copy. hehehe ang natira sa akin, ung mga sketches ko nung medyo tinatamad nko magsketch at super lonely ako. =(
poetry.
i wish i could write more.
haiz.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Quote for the Day
in tagalog,
"Masamang manlait, pero kung totoo, ayos lang."
hehehe
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Quote for the Day
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Just Because
2. Just because you experience pain doesn't mean you're doing it wrong.
3. Just because you see it doesn't mean its yours.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Change
SADder. the next person who comes along suffer because of that change.
SADdest. there's nothing he can do to change what has happened, and it's pointless to live on if only's.
Change The World
If I could reach the stars I'd pull one down for you
Shine it on my heart so you could see the truth
That this love I have inside is everything it seems
But for now I find it's only in my dreams
That I can change the world
I would be the sunlight in your universe
You will think my love was really something good
Baby if I could change the world
If I could be king even for a day
I'd take you as my queen I'd have it no other way
And our love will rule in this kingdom we have made
Till then I'd be a fool wishin' for the day
That I can change the world
I would be the sunlight in your universe
You will think my love was really something good
Baby if I could change the world
Baby if I could change the world
Listen to it here: http://www.imeem.com/iona414/music/UBQK0AI_/eric_clapton_change_the_
Monday, February 2, 2009
peklat
hindi naman kita hahayaang madapa. babagalan ko ang pagtakbo para makasabay sa'yo, hindi ako magmamadali, basta't kasama kita sa finish line.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Quote for the Day
E.K. trip
Saturday, January 24, 2009
The Villanelle
(Note: A villanelle follows a certain end-rhyme scheme of aba with its first and third lines repeated via a pattern in the verses following the first one.)
Moments fading into bittersweet memory
In the course of life, time does not wait
All that remains are pages in history
Each person has his own special story
Bits and pieces running out of date
Moments fading into bittersweet memory
Even kings and princes in all their glory
Are reduced to figures that stories create
All that remains are pages in history
Unforgettable experiences become blurry
When we grow old, it becomes hard to relate
Moments fading into bittersweet memory
Let’s just live life as a wonderful journey
One moment will pass, while two more await
All that remains are pages in history
There is really no need for anyone to worry
It’s just the way it works with fate
Moments fading into bittersweet memory
All that remains are pages in history
Emo (by klasmeyt April)
2 Hemorrhage of blunt emotion from bands with forty-five-letter names. (His Lullaby of a Last romance That First Died In Autumn)
3 Eyeliners, excessive black rubber bangles, and one-sided haircuts with bangs to obscure vision from one eye. Hoping that they won't be seen if they refuse to see. But their vandalized shoes scream heartache. (On his sneakers: How can I say I love you back, you never made me happy.)
4 Depression at the slightest provocation. Failure to recover from a major catastrophe. Self-destruction. (You need to be a fake to understand the way I feel. You left. And then: xxpaoisdeadxx signed out)
Ang Iyong Kalungkutan (ni Mark Angeles)
Ang iyong kalungkuta'y
umaagos saking katauhan
tulad ng isang malinaw na tubig
humuhugas sa batong apog
nangingisap na itim
sa iyong mga mata.
Pinagmasdan kita.
Piliin mo mang iwan
ang mala-paraisong ilog
na bilad sa lamyos ng buwan
ay hayaan akong maging kwerdas
na sabay mong yuyukod
sa talon na pinananabikan.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Tonight (Not Again) by Jason Mraz
The night.
She brushed her hands upon my flushed cheek
Smelled of childhood remnants of a dusty weeping willow
Clouds soothe, Shredded by the calico
Were oh so vast and quick as I was on my own now.
This time like every other time I believe that I never find
Another sweet little girl with sequined sea foam eyes
Ocean lapping voice smile coy as the brightest quiet span of sky
And I’m all alone again tonight not again, not again, not again.
And don’t it feel alright. and don’t it feel so nice. Lovely.
Still I’m unable to inhale all the riches
As I’m awkward as a wound on my bones
Still I’ve got cobblestone joints and plate glass points
As I’m all by myself tonight not again not again.
And don’t it feel alright. and don‘t it feel so nice. Lovely.
Well if you should nervously break down
When its time for the shakedown would you take it
It’s when you cry just a little but you laugh in the middle that you’ve made it
And don’t it feel alright. and don’t it feel so nice. Lovely.
xvii
i find it really sweet.
XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
istarbaks
i got this poem from my old friendster blog.
i wrote it last 2005 on a piece of tissue paper.
hehehe
two cups of water
small coffee
bits and crumbs of croissant
eaten fastly
folded tissues with poems
written all over
melted butter on a saucer
people talking
minding their own businesses
old men with their wives
some with their mistresses
clearing up
dirty tables, empty chairs
washing dishes, cleaning wares
photographs on black and white
painted walls
a flickering light
no one here
everybody’s gone
all alone now
coffee, anyone?
A Ma Mort
Comme la couleur s'effacant d'une belle peinture
Comme des feuilles d'automne soufflees parties
Dans un tourbillon de brilliant rouge et orange
Par approcher hiver froid vents
Un plus de souffle...
Un plus de soupir...
Il est etonnant comment vie pourrait exister
Avec la lenteur tendre et faisante mal
Toute sa beaute battage dans ma poitrine douloureux...
Parfois j'oublie comment respirer
Alors je pense -- de comment heureux je suis
Tous mes jeux de solitaire
J'avais conquis et avais gagne
Je dois avoir gagne ces derniers souffles
Ces derniers soupirs
Ces dernieres sensations
Ma vie a longtemps ete complete;
Et ces moments sont faits a temoignages de beau silence
Si je peux entendre mon battement de coeur
Et sentez la terre sous mes pieds
pour la derniere fois...