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...you're letting me go
now you don't mind me

outside your heart's room
outside your life's home

if only i came
just a bit earlier,

maybe the door is still close
so i can still knock

knowing you're waiting inside
for me to come in

but now it is open
i get it, i'm late

that no matter how much
i wanted to barge in

i just lost the right
to stand and fight

my fault, i admit
foolish me...it's my defeat.

...if only i came
just a bit earlier

Getting Over Him

does not mean forgetting him...
or stopping from loving him.

It simply means getting back to the basics
no more 3-hour phone calls every night
no more 500 sms a day
no more weekly dates
no more monthsaries
no more future plans...

Just being by myself again
without him...without him...

I want you to know... I call you by your last name...
You said my name is beautiful. Thanks, but you know what? I don't like my second name - Jean.
I was born May 21, you were born January 1. I am 20 days, 4 months and 13 years younger than you, doesn't matter.
You like younger women, we're vivacious. I like older men, you're wiser.
Blue's Clues! February 14 last year, my date and I watched the movie Baler. February 14 this year, I'm dating someone from Baler.
I understand that your family is very important to you. I have this feeling that if circumstances will force you to make a choice, you'll choose them over me, right?
Back to our old school days,

the Grass Spoke

Like a crisp of fog catching a seep of sun's breath, he would soon evaporate...

So how could I recognize him among those masses of cloud above? And when they pour down as rain, which drop would I catch in my palms? If ever I catch him, would he not slip from my hands again? So could I still cull him from among those creeks of precipitations? Or would I just let him flow away to the seas and the oceans? And like a striving grass in the arid, let myself be deprived of even scanty dewdrops?

Only the teardrops I have not poured out yet would withstand me. Oh, how I wish I were something else! The bristle cone which exudes ch

Love Overdosage

You gave me everything
so that I'll learn to return them back to you
I received nothing

You made me a possession
so that I'll know to whom I belong
until you forgot that I am also mine

You studied what I really am
and you realized I am not like you
so that you needed to mold me into your likeness

You loved me too much
until we both drowned
as we lost ourselves

because now what you see in you is me
and you started to think that you are me
so that you won't understand

because you spent all your time
trying to make me understand you
until you forgot that you should have understood yourself first

still I know, you won't listen t

March 12

sori,
di ko naramdaman

na bertdey mo
30th,
ang pinakamalungkot...

sori,
di ko naunawaan

wala akong alam
kaya wala akong karapatan
na turuan ka

sori,
di ko napansin

nasaktan kita...
naisip ko lang
ng umalis ka.

pwede ba magpaliwanag?

malungkot din ako
'kala mo

'andyan ka kasi
at 'andito ako

kaya lingid lahat
'gang 'kala na lang

pero ang totoo
pareho lang tayo

mag-isa
sawi

nagdadalamhati
nagpapariwara

nawawalan ng direksyon
kung sana...

magkrus
landas natin

makikita ko,
makikita mo

pareho lang tayo
may luhang tinatago.

the Art of Literary Symbols

Literature is the imaginative manipulation of perspective so that we can make sense of a world that is both familiar and foreign. It brings us into contact with that world by telling stories, dramatizing situations, expressing emotions, and analyzing or advocating ideas. Either in oral, written or visual form, literature challenges listeners, readers or viewers to identify, examine, question, learn and reconcile values most precious to our sense of self and culture.

The Date

All I see are but shadows
of the lurking ebony night
but I hear the leaves,
they talk to each other
and I smell the buds of May,
their fragrance reach the clouds

till the hiding blue moon
perk down
it's eye flashes a shimmer
against a blood red rose
which sweats with passion
and glow with love

I boil with obsession
to cut the lone stem
and hide it in my back pocket
till the shadows come again
then I catch sight of a fairy
which slowly comes my way

I grabbed that thing behind me
alas, thorns prick

Tissue

i didn't wear my watch
i want to forget it's Thursday
i don't want 2:00 a.m. to come

still something in me anticipates
while something in me dies
while i lose myself

i almost uttered a prayer
that he'd still be there
sitting...
sipping his Starbucks coffee

even though i have in my hands
the note he wrote
in this tear-soaked tissue

my heartbeat became my clock
i watched the door swung open,
and close, as people come and go

i looked for his face
but i only find it in my mind
i started to worry

i searched for his presence
but i only feel him in my heart
i started to cry

i hate this tissue!
it did not lie to me

Cold Sunset

above the pink sky,
behind those silent clouds
are emotions...

beneath the frozen water,
within the stillness of the sea
are memories...

of the forgotten
who longs to be remembered...
just when the sun sets
and my tears fall

as your guitar is broken
and Morrison sings his goodbye
our hands lose grip...

our footsteps make a rhythm
of stones clashing by the beach
but they leave no prints

they are washed ashore...

I'm Over You

Your ghost haunts me no more
on ebony nights that I'm alone
I now have peaceful sleeps
gone are those painful weeps

Your shadow follows me no more
on bright days that I'm idle
I now am a sane creature
gone are my crazy demeanors

My mind is crystal clear
It's not you who I deserve
I've changed my prayers
I became much wiser

My heart won't make me stupid
my emotions won't bend my decisions
I've changed my faith
before it is too late

Now I can look straight to your eyes
Smile at you with no disguise
Meet you vis-a-vis
You're someone I'll no longer miss...

and maybe you'd wonder
why suddenly I just don't care
why I act like

Death Of An Emo

my bedroom is my coffin
sprayed with sweet formalin
I lay still with my bloodshot eyes open
as my chaotic mind is wondrin'

I think I need some nicotine
to kiss the smoke as it spells your name
I think I need some wine or caffeine
to taste your heat when we're fuckin'

I think I need some cocaine
to get away from all burden
I think I have to lick that bloodstain
to erase the memory of pain

I think I need you to lean on
I'm weak, I can't move on
because though I think I drown
still I don't wa

I Am Your Nude Painting

during your permoblack nights
when color-blindness embraces your heart
and your permogray emotions
control your left-hand brush strokes
as your permowhite stares
melt down the wooden easel

leaving just the bare shadow
of my candid nakedness
as my ebony crown flows
smoothly as the sea waves in the morning
and as my sapphire eyes glow
brightly as the nights in Vegas

with my moist lips driving
a sensual winding road
my temple sways with the melody
of the gush of your artsy blood
and I stand on the tips of my toes
as I raise my arms to fly

I feel feathery, I want to be blown up
but I can't help but sense
that my toes and my ha

The Dateless

The tip of the crescent dagger above
seems to point straight to my eyes
it's bloody rusts shower
and everything they touch is wounded

The giant cedars are on guard
each exhales some sulfurous fume
The darkness that embraces them
also hides my blunt nakedness

The sand is a bed of shrapnels
my back bleeds
The salty seawater is a burning flame
and the teasing wind just won't blow the pain

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Last night
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smiling sweetly
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I stared at your lips
I remembered how our teeth clanked
the first time we kissed
I heard myself giggle.

then you spoke
as if we're in good terms

I felt your warm breathe
I remembered how you dirty-talked
while you tickled my ear
I felt stiff

while you embrace me
as if you never hurt me

I sensed the longing on your skin
I remembered that day
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I felt so cold inside
I was awaken
I peeped out of the window,
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I felt colder,
then I realized
I am crying...
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and a click of the mouse
from my screen to yours

I am sending my love
with a cyber kiss
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A Modern Romantic Epic

by ~sarjan, May 15, 2008, 5:01:24 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Visual & Found Poetry

been nights
since I heard you say
you love me

that let my tears pour
though,
the nights after

not because
I was overwhelmed
but because I missed HIM more...

look, I'm sorry
I'm this rude
it's just that it hurts much

thinking over again
why God won't listen
to my prayers

I...I plead many times
to win HIM back
but I lost.

and it hurts even more
thinking all this time
why God will give me

YOU.
...when He knows perfectly
I won't learn to love you.

because I know
I never will,
ever since the day

I saw your crumpled hair
your wounded wrist
your untied Chucks

your smoky thoughts...
felt your drunken emotions
your drugged demeanors...

found out your woman history
heard your grave songs
read your mad poems

I swear
there's just one thing
I'll like in you

the fact you were there that night
HE broke me
and you stayed

unaware
with your gestures
to put back my remains

you played a hero
you are recognized
with due respect

you played a friend
thank you
with all my heart

but please...
please don't play
a lover

with all those promises
and vows
and hopes

because I'm afraid
I can't take another night
someone will break me

and another night
someone will come
to play hero, friend, lover

I want you to know
I won't be written in your woman history
I'm sorry.

A Modern Romantic Epicby ~sarjan

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Visual & Found Poetry

what if you're trapped choosing between the past and the present?

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's deviation entitled Triangle Love
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~Dreaming-Moon Jul 28, 2008

Very sad but very impressive story/poem. The feelings that are the most difficult to us humans are multiple feelings that we feel at the same time, which are almost opposites.