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A Modern Romantic Epic

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 drug

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

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.

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...

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...

sa paghupa ng apoy,
'di ko wari kung sadya
o naligaw ka lang
na sa pugad ko'y makipisan

nabali ko na
mura't malambot mong mga pakpak
narinig ko na
impit mong pag-iyak

ngunit minsan,
at minsan,
isang dipang langit
sabay na nating nalipad

subalit sa pagdausdos,
pababa...
ay ang pagdalisdis din
ng ilang patak ng luha.

isang taon...
mga pakpak mo'y ikakampay na
lilipad ka, bababa,
at hahalik sa pulang lupa

apat o lima pang taon...
mga pakpak mo'y ikakampay muli
lilipad ka, babalik,
sa lupang itim na sa pighati

ang mailap mong mga mata,
na di ko natitigan ni minsan
ang matalas mong pakiramdam,
na 'di naman ako nagulat pa

Pangungulila

lulan ng aircon bus
subalit maalinsangan
nakasandal sa kutson
ngunit ramdam ang latay sa katawan

nakaiPod
pero bingi ang pakiramdam
nagtitext sa cellphone
ngunit bagot din naman

dumungaw sa bintana
kinuha ang digicam
iniumang sa target subject
subalit nanamlay lang

bakit kahit ano gawin...
nanunuot sa kalamnan
bakit kahit ano isipin...
puso ay sinusutsutan

early na pumapasok sa work
nago-OT pa para maging busy lang
lahat ng nagpapaalala sa kanya
puro iniiwasan

ngunit sadyang nagsusumiksik
kahit pinipigilan
sa biyahe pauwing bahay

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,

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

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.

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

Sa bintana ako'y nakadungaw
Mga mata'y nakatuon sa alapaap
Marahan silang itinutulak ng hangin
kaya sa buwan sila'y napapayakap

Kinikilig ang mga bituin
Nagsasabog sila ng ningning
kaya mga mata ko'y naakit
na sa kaibuturan nila ako'y sumilip...

Nakita kita, payapang naiidlip
maamo mong mukha, kayang-kaya ko pa ring iguhit
marahang pagpintig ng puso mo
naririnig pa rin ng puso ko

malamig mong mga kamay
nararamdaman kong hinahaplos ako
matamis mong pagbulong
sagot sa panalangin ko

nakikita kita, sa loob ng bituin
ngunit di na kita kayang abutin
madalas rin nga kitang makita sa loob ng puso ko
ngunit sa loob ka na lang, wala

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

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

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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...

Men,
like the fingers on my left hand
I had five of them
spare the five on my right
it would be the same

Him,
like the thumb, he's quite far from the others
I look up to him
because his music gives him wings
I thought he was the one

and him,
like the forefinger, he always points ahead
I look forward to him
because his skills rob him away
I thought he was the one

another him,
like the middlefinger, he stands out
I am always looked upon
because his intellect makes me dumb
I thought he was t

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

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Of Waiting And Cheating...

by ~sarjan, May 17, 2008, 1:55:07 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Visual & Found Poetry

...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

Of Waiting And Cheating...by ~sarjan

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

regrets...kill

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*janemini May 22, 2008 Professional Digital Artist

ouch.. T_T

pwedeng humingi ng copy nito? xempre may credit mo..

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~sarjan May 23, 2008 Hobbyist General Artist

nasugatan ka?

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*janemini May 23, 2008 Professional Digital Artist

hahaha.. mejo lang

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~sarjan May 26, 2008 Hobbyist General Artist

hala!

gauze...alcohol...

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*janemini May 26, 2008 Professional Digital Artist

kulang ang isng inuman e dapat araw-arawin yan.. tunaw ang baga^^ (joke!^^)

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~sarjan May 27, 2008 Hobbyist General Artist

wahaha mukhang mahilig ka sa laklak a

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*janemini May 27, 2008 Professional Digital Artist

ay d nmn^^' occasionally lang..XD

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~sarjan May 28, 2008 Hobbyist General Artist

hahaha!
parang ganun na din yun

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*PJ731 May 22, 2008 Hobbyist General Artist

ouch..

hmmn.. i'm wondering.. bakit palaging ganyan mga poems mo?

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~sarjan May 23, 2008 Hobbyist General Artist

huh?

e xenxa na...

tao lang

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