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[This] poem's for the one who reads it,
For she who laughs,
For she who cries,
For the girl I spent my heart with.

Her charm would attract many a man,
Those red lips pressed for perfection,
Her cute cheeks are the envy of women,
Still, those lips got my attention.

My eyes have often wandered,
With other women I may have lingered,
But at the end of each day, I just gotta say,
It is she who makes me better.

Though at times I made her sad,
It wasn't on purpose, hope she won't let go,
And when her day is just bad,
I try to comfort her in ways that I know.

So talk to me, tell me all,
We could always hold on, there is no need to fall,
Release your emotions,
I would take it all...


[DiX] [05/16/09]

~created by a very close friend. =) intentionally raw.

Sunkissed

I'll never leave you
A promise spoken without hesitation
The moment the sun kissed the ocean
The moment he made her believe she was the one
The sun bade her goodbye and the moon gave her no direction
As the night slowly set in, bidding her to rest
And when she opened her eyes
No one was there when she called out his name


Morning finally came.




created on: 10/11/08

My favorite among the poems I've written. Done while chilling with Farrah and Mithi at Bo's Katips. This was the final addition to my portfolio in Creative Writing 10 under Carljoe Javier

I Fade With Yesterday

It seems like only yesterday
That you had your arms
Wrapped around me
In the back of a cab
I still remember your warmth
You long for mine when I’m gone
But yesterday is history
And though I want it back
Reality won’t let me
Someone else holds my place
You no longer need me
You’ve got her
I didn’t ask to be replaced
Nor did you plan to
But even if you tell me I’m not
You know it’s not what we see
You’ve got her now
She makes you happy
And I fade into history
The way yesterday did

Barely Legal

To the readers of my blog posts, you might have read my "Bye Bye, Sweet Sixteen" entry. If you didn't, read it. Well, now, I'll be saying goodbye to being seventeen in roughly four months. Ack! I'm turning 18 and I haven't killed anyone yet! Haha! Kidding, I may not go to jail (since juvenile prison does not exist here) but I'll be kicked out from UP Kong Mahal. So, no to the killing. But anyway, being 18 means more responsibilities, right? I could be a guardian, I'm finally an adult! Ain't that cool! Drinking would be legal! I can have a professional driver's license! Wow! But... I don't want to be 18 yet. I loved being 17, more that I loved being 16. As a 17-year-old, I wasn't emo. I wasn't caught up in heavy teenage drama. I was living the way every person should: light and easy, with no worries. Hakuna Matata! I went through the year happy and almost problem-free (almost since academics and jerks still exist in this era). I finally found true friends (charing. ang mga feeler diyan na may right maging feeler, ang inyuhang atay, bantaya). I finally had a taste of independence. I finally got to do everything I wanted to do. I enjoyed my eight months of seventeen-dom.
Well, I've got a few months left, might as well make the most of it. I still plan to do more crazy stuff. Heii, I'm still a kid, I have that right!

0411 (Editted Version)

Closed rooms, empty stalls

No more music through these halls

Corridors owned by the silence

No more footsteps from rowdy students

The white concrete is cold

Classes these rooms no longer hold

The old red brick hushed

No more tales of long-forgotten memories to spill with each touch

No more couples to see walking side by side in the pathwalks,

No more howling and ball-dribbling in the gym,

No more sweet noises to surround my being

I look at the green field and still see people playing

Their voices in my ears ringing

But the images are vague, the sound faint

That’s all that’s left when I came

Sadly, it just wasn’t the same

[this was the version after a workshop in my CW10 class under CJ Javier]

0411

Closed rooms, empty halls
No more music heard through these walls
Corridors owned by the silence
No more footsteps from noisy students
The white walls are cold
Classes the rooms no longer hold
The brick walls are hushed
No more tales to spill with each touch
I still see people playing
Their voices, in my ears, still ringing
But the images are vague, the sound faint
A nostalgic rush brought about by a trip down memory lane


--had the urge to write this down when I visited Pisay last April 11.ü--

Beige and Checkers

I can't believe that I'd end up missing the one thing I kept complaining about. I really thought our school uniform sucked. Instead of the usual white blouse, we have a beige one. And due to the hundred shades of beige, the color of our tops aren't standardized. As for our skirts, when other schools have blues, greens, and reds, our institution decides on something that's a cross between orange and brown. And it's checkered. It practically looks like a table cloth you find in sidewalk eateries. Some batchmates even claimed to have seen SM employees using the same cloth as a rag. Ain't that grand? It makes us stand out in the sea of students. And come to think of it, not everyone knows what school this uniform belongs to. I complained about our uniform lots of times. It felt weird to walk around the mall in my skirt.

But now that I know I won't be wearing the ugly (sorry, Pisay) uniform, I kinda miss it. Hey, I remember a lot of weird and wacky moments with people in the same outfit. My uniform just simply hangs in my closet. I didn't even get to rip and cut my uniform. J6 and I planned to go harajuku at the end of our fourth year during our graduation party. But, the Ethereals had no grad party and we didn't get to destroy our uniforms. How sad. But, what the heck.

Now, I'm just wondering what to do with my five sets of uniform. I wouldn't want to burn them. Haha! Hey, I'm a proud Pisayan! I mean, a proud Pisay alumnus. God, I feel old.

So, to you current Pisayans, or should I say Phisciers, wear your uniform proud. You'll miss that after graduation day. ;)