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posted by G. | 4/14/2007 11:29:00 PM -- (0) comments

i look in the mirror
and i see a face
with my fingers
its fine lines i trace
the slanted eyes
the sloped nose
the pair of ears
and the pink mouth
i stare at this image
and question why
does he love me
to this i sigh
it can't be because
of this simple face
it can't be because
of my lack of grace
it can't be because
of my mediocre mind
it can't be because
of my flat behind
i am in no way eloquent
in no way demure
in no way smarter
than the girl next door
i'm left pondering
what could it be
i'm left wondering
why does he love me?

posted by G. | 9/09/2005 09:40:00 AM -- (1) comments

sa dulo nang bahaghari
iyong matatagpuan
and tunay na pagmamahal
wakas nang kalungkutan
duo'y iyong makakamtan
tunay na kalayaan
buhay na ginuntuan
ngayon, magpakailanman
sa dulo nang bahaghari
ako duo'y maghihintay
sa iyong pagbabalik
hanggang wakas nitong buhay

posted by G. | 9/08/2005 09:40:00 AM -- (1) comments

taken for granted

there will be a time i won’t say i love you
there will be a time i might stop to care
there will be a time when you get home
that i may no longer be there

the love that bound us together
may very well disappear
just like the respect that used to be there
no longer we hold each other dear

the tears you ignored are beginning to dry
and soon i may no longer feel
i might end up loathing the thought and sight of you
i might end up loathing all of those lost years.

and now, here i sit, i contemplate
the choices i have made for myself
to be taken for granted for years ahead
or fold the cards i have dealt.

posted by G. | 7/24/2005 05:25:00 PM -- (0) comments

Lies
The smile
The laugh
The glint in your eyes
All lies
These words you utter
I have heard them before
I believed them then
I despise them now
Yet they will echo for many tomorrows
All lies.

from march 2004

posted by G. | 4/23/2005 10:29:00 PM -- (0) comments

one day... isang araw...

habang ang ulan ay pumapatak
sa tuktok nang kabukidan
and puso ko'y bumibiyak
puno nang kalungkutan.

yaong araw na pinalad
nagpaalam ang aking hirang
at sa kanyang paglisan
puso at kaluluwa ko’y kanyang sinaktan

ngayon, heto ako
hindi na makontento
buhay ko’y hindi kompleto
ngayong wala na ang hirang ko

posted by G. | 4/19/2005 10:30:00 PM -- (0) comments

who was there when your world was caving in?
who was there when no one would take you in?
who was there when nasty words went your way?
when everyone left, who was it that stayed?

who was there when he called you a cunt?
who was there when he pulled all those stunts?
who was there when tears wouldn't stop falling?
when everyone forgot, who kept on calling?

who was there and remained your loyal friend?
who said and meant that they'll be there til the end?
who was there when there's no one else to turn to?
when everyone turned their backs, who was left with you?

I was.

but where are you now that i'm in a real need?
where are you, when i don't want to be deceived?
where are you now that i have lost my way?
where are you now that i'm counting my days?

posted by G. | 3/15/2005 11:04:00 AM -- (0) comments

kickin' it

hello
he whispers
as I pass by and my smell it lingers
as he wonders
and he ponders
how to rock my world
in between pain and feeling good
as he gets me in the mood
he bites his lips
and wishes he could

girl
you drive me crazy
he says
as he tries to carress me
but I play nice and coy
turning him into my very own toy
but he’s into the ploy
and asks for more
like its something he enjoys

he
goes on and says
let me be the one
who makes you wet
say the word baby
and the stage will be set
tell me how you want it
how you’d like to take it
if we make it
baby won’t you tell me please…………..

so i say
i'm into pillow fighting
a little bit of flirting
serious love making
til the break of dawn
and when the moon is shinin'
there’d be no lying
won't be denyin'
i wanna hear u moan

I say
I wanna feel you
pounce on me
in your arms do seize me
then squeeze me
don’t release me
don’t stop even when its morn
and when the moon is shinin'
there’d be no lying
won't be denyin'
i wanna hear u moan


posted by G. | 12/21/2004 01:39:00 PM -- (3) comments

gone are the days of laughter
gone are the days of merriment
gone are the days of spontaneity
gone are the days of being friends
change changes people
change changes things
change changes feelings
change changes everything
we said we’d hold on together
together we crumbled apart
no such thing as forever
just stabbing words to the heart
so gone are the moments we shared
the kisses the warm embrace
so gone to feeling we cared
so gone is yesterday’s trace


posted by G. | 11/30/2004 01:37:00 PM -- (0) comments

my heart is broken
it’s been shattered in many pieces
sharp shards of me
scattered.
my soul is broken
it’s fractured in many places
permanent damage
unmendable.
my spirit is broken
its torn in many places
scars to be expected
forever.

Thanks.
why do i hear laughter? ahhh... i should have known...


posted by G. | 11/21/2004 01:28:00 AM -- (3) comments

The Sun After the Rain is Like Life after Pain
The sun is beautiful during while it rises.
As it glides up in the horizon with its blinding light
It is absolutely captivating during sunset
how it paints the skies with pastel colors in an unimaginable combination.
But i think the sun is most beautiful following a storm.
How it peeks through as the wind blows the dark clouds away.
The sun after a storm is like life after one mourns
You're able to appreciate things a little more,
You're able to see things clearer, in better perspective.
You're able to step back, grasp reality, and move on.
I look forward to the next storm
So that I may be able to admire the sun even more.


posted by G. | 8/30/2004 01:42:00 PM -- (0) comments

self-absorbed
there it is again.
that glint in the eyes.
the joyful singsong entry.
the unmistakable false happiness hidden behind uncertainty.
ahhhh... nothing like fakeness.
give it time.
three. six. twelve.
and the dream will crumble.
the laughter stops.
and nothing good will be said.
only hatred ahead.
who are you kidding?
we can see right through it.
you convince no one but yourself.
but even with that, you're a failure.
you know there's no winning this game.
well, there is, but you'll be in the losing end.
but you should be used to that.
you've been there before.
and i was there with you.
but then again, you can never be ready for rejection.
never.
its the same old song.
you've hummed it before.
you're almost at the crescendo.
there's only one way to go.
and when you reach the bottom, I promise
and you can count on it
I
won't
be
there.


posted by G. | 8/23/2004 01:34:00 PM -- (0) comments

You.
The person before you.
The person in front of you.
The person to your left and to your right.
All guilty of judging and misjudging.
Yet we all go to bed at night not considering the effects of our actions.
The consequences of our words.
We go on believing that our thoughts are of no issue.
We carry on judging when in fact we’re all the same.
You were born naked just like the next person.
And even with the most elaborate sarcophagus, you too will be eaten by worms.
We judge base on the color of the skin.
Base on race, religion, sex, sexual preference.
We judge because of the language that is spoken.
Because of the turban on their heads and the beard on their faces.
We judge.
Yet we are no better than them.
You
Are no better than me.


posted by G. | 8/18/2004 01:44:00 PM -- (0) comments

morbid

If I don’t wake up tomorrow, would you care?
Would you weep in my absence?
Would you tell me sweet things?
Would you bring me flowers?
Would you miss me by your side?

If I don’t wake up tomorrow, would the sun still shine?
Would the rain still fall?
Would the flowers still bloom?
Would the grass still grow?
Would your world still turn?

If I don’t wake up tomorrow, would I be in your thoughts?
Would you think of the times your affection I sought?
Would you wish you told me how much you cared?
And wish that for me you have really been there?

If I don’t wake up tomorrow, don’t tell me you love me, I cannot hear.
Don’t give me the flowers, I cannot smell.
Don’t shed me a tear, I cannot appreciate
Don’t wish you could touch me, I cannot feel.


posted by G. | 7/17/2004 01:40:00 PM -- (0) comments

Play on, playah.
Play your little games
Go on and prance
And act all insane
Put on your show
Like jester all shallow
Joke after joke you deliver
But within all hollow

Play on playah
Play your little beat
Go on and strut
Go on tap your feet
Oh no don’t stop
Not now don’t quit
Step here step there
Leave trampled spirits

Play on playah
Play your little games
Yesterday, today
Tomorrow its all the same
Lessons you’ve learned
Are but a few
Play on playah
The joke is on you.


posted by G. | 6/04/2004 01:25:00 PM -- (0) comments

Bemused (A Reflection)

There are tons of things I take for granted.
How often have I taken the time to get up early enough to appreciate the beautiful sunrise.
I don't realize the fact that, as soon as I open my eyes in the morning, a new chance is given to me. A new day starts.

When I walk down each familiar street, I fail to notice the people that surrounds me.
I barely look up and say hi, or nod a hello, or even smile.
I go about my business like I'm running out of time.
I continue my pace like there's a deadline that I have to make - one that if I miss I'll never have the chance to meet again.

When was the last time I took the time to smell the flowers?
I don't remember.
I used to notice how vibrant they looked.
How pleasant they smell.
How they brighten the room and how they lift up my spirit.
I can't quite recall.

When was the last time I told my friends I loved them.
How much they mean to me.
That I am lost without them.
That they all contribute to completing me.

I don't know how many beautiful sunsets I've missed.
I can't even remember when the last time I was amazed by the stars adorning the vast, dark sky.
I can't remember the last time I enjoyed living.

I've been too preoccupied with vain, insignificant, things that I've forgotten how to live.
I've been too busy being hurt - being bitter - that i forgot what matters most.
I've been too absorbed with myself.


posted by G. | 5/08/2004 01:43:00 PM -- (0) comments

New Year. New Lipstick. New me.

2004. Remember. Forget. Appreciate. Miss. Be Missed. Be Brief. Take Time. Sharper. Wiser. Smarter. Edgier. Competitive. Save. Spend. Pig out. Work Out. Tan. Sexy. Riskier. Film Noir. Dark Red. Lust. Drink Up (a lot). Hang Out (a lot). Tiny. Ash. Coal. Family. Self. Old Friends. New Friends. No Enemies. Adventure. Spontaneous. Late Nights. Early Mornings. Fly. Run. Jump. Dive. Travel. Paint. Read. Write. Speak Up. Fight Back. Calm Down. Get Down. Get Wild.

posted by G. | 1/01/2004 01:22:00 PM -- (0) comments

lamentation
Do you think of me
at night when your head hits the pillow
when your mind wanders to the land of make believe?
Do you think of me
when happy thoughts invade your sorrowful mind
or when loneliness creeps in your dreams?
Do you think of me
at night when all is quiet
and the only sound you hear is your own breathing?
Do you ever think of me?
Can you picture the contour of my face
my nose, my brown eyes
the way my lips part when it breaks into a smile
Can you smell me in the morning?
Can you feel my warmth?
Can you hear my voice?
Do you ever reach for me at night only to find me not there?
Do you think of the time we spent together?
The kisses.
The touch.
The embrace we shared.
Do you even remember me being in your arms?
At the end of the day
when all is said and done
and no one else is around
Do you ever think of me?

posted by G. | 11/27/2003 01:41:00 PM -- (0) comments

Submission

I open my eyes and I wonder
who am i?
where am i?
what have i become?
I feel around for familiar things
yet found nothing in my grasp.

I crawl in darkness
full of fear
full of uncertainty
full of questions
I stumble and grapple for the unseen
but the path ahead is unpaved.

I go ahead and scream out loud
no noise
no sound
no whisper
No echoes returned my fearful cry
No soothing whisper answered.

So I digress and sit back
I surrender
I yield
I give up
This is my submission
I now accept the failure of my act.

posted by G. | 8/14/2003 01:16:00 PM -- (0) comments

Life is Full of Jokes

Life is full of jokes
and as jokes can be funny
it can put a smile on your face
and as jokes can be cruel
it can make put you in misery

there's birth
there's falling in-love
there's death
there's heartbreaks
there's losing someone you love
or not having someone you want

Is the joke on you?


posted by G. | 11/27/2002 01:14:00 PM -- (0) comments

The Gauge
What do you measure your life against?
The money you’ve lost and spent and gained only to lose again?
The friends you have and the enemies you’ve made?
The plaques hanging on your wall proof of all the time you spent not having fun?
The title hanging on your door which is supposed to command respect from your fellow instead of the laughter and the mockery they exchange behind your back?

When the sun rises and then sets in the horizon, do you count that as a day in your life?
When the stars shine while the moon’s up high do you proceed to slumber so to start a new day?

Do you measure your life based on the times you fell in love?
Or the number of times your heart was broken in so many different ways and in so many different pieces?
The teardrops you cried?
The times you smiled?
The laughter you’ve shared with that someone special?
The screaming fight you’ve had with your friends, parents, loved ones, self?


How often do you say, I’ve lived my life to the fullest, now I can die?
When was the last time you felt fulfilled?
When did you ever feel like you’ve had all you’ve ever wanted and needed and desired only to want, need and desire something else?

I am tired.
I am exhausted.
I can never figure out why I’m happy when I am when I know just around the corner disappointment is lurking around.
I want to know how much of my life I have lived and how much more there is to come so that I can prepare for what is to come.
I don’t see an end to my frustration.
I can’t hear the answer to my questions.
I can’t feel the fulfillment I’m supposed to feel with all the so-called achievements I’ve gained in all the so-called years of my life.
I’m tired of wiping my face with tears either caused by sadness or joy.
I’m tired of putting on a face just so people will feel better about themselves or about myself.
Just tell me how much more of this do I have to endure?


posted by G. | 10/24/2002 01:12:00 PM -- (0) comments

Be Still, My Heart

Be still my heart, tomorrow will come
Today may be wrathful
The night may be dim
Come tomorrow, the sun shall deliver another day.

Be still my heart, this too shall pass
the uncertainty will be addressed
your questions will soon be answered
Come tomorrow, the shadows shall disappear.

Be still my heart, a new dawn will start
The rain shall falter
The tears shall dry
Come tomorrow, a new life begins.


posted by G. | 10/24/2002 01:08:00 PM -- (0) comments