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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,

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

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...

with a push of a button
and a click of the mouse
from my screen to yours

I am sending my love
with a cyber kiss
and a code for a hug

Dear Romeo,

no'ng una tayo nag-usap
naisip ko you're just one of 'em
busy, snob, metropolis men

i waited for your e-mail
nangako ka e, pero 'ala
i knew it, somehow it still hurt

'ala na 'kong balak umasa
but then nasorpresa mo'ko ha
days passed na kasi, still tumawag ka

nahiya pa ako
it's your aunt pala who added me up on fb
and now they tease you...

nangingiti ako hehe
pag nangungulit ka, madaldal ka pala
who would've known hmmm

'di ako mapakali sa work
pag nagvibrate na mobile ko
musika na s'ken voice mo

'di na nakakatamad umuwi
i know you're waiting e
and my day would be complete

'di na nakakabagot
childish pero masaya ako
lumu

The Promise

i never saw a man
cry before me...
before

until you.

sorry.

i promise
i'll listen to you,
i'll go to sleep now

so that
we can meet
in a dream

in the heavens
we created
just for us

in the paradise
we live
to love.

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 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

Last night
I dreamed...
of you,

smiling sweetly
as if you never made me cry

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
we lost ourselves
I miss you baby...

I felt so cold inside
I was awaken
I peeped out of the window,
it's raining

I felt colder,
then I realized
I am crying...
just like all the nights

False Hope, Then Hope Falls...

swiftly,
like when an eye winks

and abruptly
the heart sinks

pain pricks
like million thorns,

jealousy wakes
self scorns...

of ifs and whys
of doubts and crys

that boils the blood
that brings such grudge

would end in misery?
pulled by gravity

wish as if dead
deep down the grave

that's how hope falls
when hopes are all false

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

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

Of Waiting And Cheating...

...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

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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,

Dear Romeo,

no'ng una tayo nag-usap
naisip ko you're just one of 'em
busy, snob, metropolis men

i waited for your e-mail
nangako ka e, pero 'ala
i knew it, somehow it still hurt

'ala na 'kong balak umasa
but then nasorpresa mo'ko ha
days passed na kasi, still tumawag ka

nahiya pa ako
it's your aunt pala who added me up on fb
and now they tease you...

nangingiti ako hehe
pag nangungulit ka, madaldal ka pala
who would've known hmmm

'di ako mapakali sa work
pag nagvibrate na mobile ko
musika na s'ken voice mo

'di na nakakatamad umuwi
i know you're waiting e
and my day would be complete

'di na nakakabagot
childish pero masaya ako
lumu

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Why is it painful to love?

by ~sarjan, Jan 20, 2010, 4:24:45 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Visual & Found Poetry

We never know
but when it slits our being
it can last a lifetime

We never know
but where it hits us
causes paralysis

We never know
but who hurts us
is always the most special

We never know
why they always do
we're just always left wond'rin'

so We never know
how to heal the wounds
if ever they do heal, still there's always deep scars

Why is it painful to love?by ~sarjan

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

how do you get over?

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~jeanadelute Jul 24, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

nice concept!!!

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~sarjan Jul 24, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

thank you so much

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~SmoG878 Jul 7, 2010 Student Filmographer

i still haven't gotten over

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~sarjan Jul 7, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

oh...first love? first gf?

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~SmoG878 Jul 7, 2010 Student Filmographer

2nd love. I missed my chance with both. And recently i'm just finding it really hard to cope

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~sarjan Jul 7, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

me too...1st and 2nd...just hurts that much

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~SmoG878 Jul 7, 2010 Student Filmographer

*cheers*

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~sarjan Jul 8, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

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~TTM77 Apr 5, 2010 Hobbyist Photographer

Losing your head?

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~sarjan Apr 6, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

yes...

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