"Lost Love" (Sonnet II)

The sunshine greeted "bonjour"
as the morning smiled at me...
not a trace of loneliness
in the brand new day I see.
But when the crimson shadow
cast its "farewell" in the dusk...
you'll see a different ME,

behind my deceiving "mask".

Darkness slowly setting in

solitude painting the way...

life without you by my side

is endless darkness at play.

Your voice is my salvation,

your thoughts, my warmth and refuge;

the LOVE that I have for you

is my strength and fortitude.

What is left for me to do

to put back the day's laughter...

remind my heart, "with each DUSK

soon comes the DAWN thereafter."

Across the distance, I know

there'll be that one place an' time
in bliss we'll be together
like a love song's every rhyme.

Beyond the realm of despair
of dreams and of space and time,
I'll be there and I will wait
FOREVER with love sublime!

"The Things I Hate" (Yomie's Chronicle part 1)

I HATE the way rains and roses still remind me of YOU, and the way Belgian chocolates will never taste as sweet...

I HATE the way my smile has changed: plastered, hesitant, forced...

I HATE that I find myself wanting to call you at 1 AM...

I HATE the way I'm supposed to pick up the pieces and move on...that I'm supposed to believe that everything's gonna be alright...

I HATE that I have to drink to forget...and the hangover that follows and remembering all over again...

But the thing I HATE the most is that no matter how I try, I can't bring myself to hate YOU the way I hate everything else!

  

Melissa Etheridge - It Will Be Me (Lyrics)

"Poems, pictures, mem'ries..." (Sonnet I)

Laid 'neath that old box
Was what once thy song --
      A sweet, sweet melody gone wrong,
      A lyrical touch
      That Eros hath played...
Now a coffin where thine heart laid.

Scented sobriquets,
loving thoughts penned thee --
      With tears, a dream, once us I see,
      Eyes that defy time
      Smiles that're immortal...
Yours is a mem'ry so gentle.

'Neath dust and cobwebs
Lay black an' whites, too --
      To remind of then "US" so true,
      Ol' Ms. Dest'ny danced
      Oh, her feet faltered...
Now Love's thine rose autumn withered.

A pinch in the heart
That's all mem'ries bring --
       A song that won't cease echoing,
       S'long as time walks
       An' one's heart ne'er sleeps...
The Pain heals but the mem'ries LIVES!

"Foolish Heart"

Snow came trickling in the mid-summer sky...
Time stood still, Silence is deafening
As you said the word, "Goodbye".

Just when my world, that the rainbow has clothed...
Have found its life, and put a smile to existence
You ended with the letter you wrote.

Why does it have to end, why must it start anew...
Why must there dusk, then in the morning a dawn
For me to know that it's just isn't you?

The pain that my life has endured the day that you left...
Now stand as a thorn, that grows with the vine
The vine of mem'ries that in my lonely heart crept.

Now I have nothing but pictures and love letters...
To be reminded of once you and me
For in my heart I know, LOVE is all that matters!

Or is it? Perhaps...perhaps not.

 “Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest: Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers: Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest, And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers!” — William S. Gilbert

"Can I...?"

Can I tell my heart to miss a beat

Or make my world to cease from turning...

Can I tell the heavens to vow down

Or tell the day to stop from dawning?

Can I tell FATE to speak out your name

And the wind to tell you, "I love you!"...

Can I tell your heart to beat for me

And to feel the same way that I do?

Can I tell myself to stop dreamin'

And face reality as it is...

Can I just turn my back from hoping

And put my weary heart at ease?

POEMS were weaved not from a poet's mind

Neither do SONGS from them lyricists...

It all sprung from what exist within

Such inspiration one's heart consists.

Can I really speak of what I feel

Or even explain it why I do...

'Guess I leave it all to you , my friend

'Cause I think I've fallen hard for YOU!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 "I really don't know now how to give up and say, "No, you're not meant for me"...I don't know now how to back down and accept I'm just another hopeful...I don't know now how to feel for anyone knowing that my heart is chained to but one soul but you...I don't know now how to say "I LOVE YOU" if it won't be that person who taught me the true, selfless meaning of those words ~ YOU!"  ~ @manong_meloy

 

"An Afterthought..."

You didn't invite me to be your friend but I came to be. You never meant for me to fall head-over-heels in-love with you but hell, I did. You didn't know that you are now my axis and orbit, where my world and life spins and revolves, but you don't want to believe. You've shackled my heart in yours, chained my soul and locked my mind to just a single thought that is you.

"Everytime I lay my head in my pillow every night, I can't help hearing my head shout for your name...can't help feeling my skin yearn to feel your warmth...can't help have my lips long for your kisses and my shivering body long for your embrace...and can't help my heart skip a beat for you completes it when my chest beats in tune with yours each time you're with me. For you're the one I want to go to bed with...and wake up in bed with,,,and do everything in between with..."

Now what's the point? Of running, when all roads lead me back to you...of forgetting, when all I do is remembering you by and when everything seems to remind me of you....of fighting it all when loving you is inevitable.

Now that you've known, tell me: may I be able to live, and love the same way again...if it will not be YOU?

"Flame"

He holds her as if

She was his life...

His kisses lingered

Like there's no tomorrow...

She was his candle

Her Love was his light

And so he laid his hopes

On a candle flame.

As the candle burns brightly

So does his dreams...

His faith trembles

As it dances to the wind...

Each day he holds on to the flame

Hoping...

Praying...

It would never flicker

That her love would stay aflame.

--a poem by Yomie

   30 November 2006

"The GOOD-MORROW"

by JOHN DONNE

I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we lov'd? were we not wean'd till then?
But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?
T'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desir'd, and got, t'was but a dreame of thee.

And now good morrow to our waking soules,
Which watch not one another out of feare;
For love, all love of other sights controules,
And makes one little roome, an every where.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne,
Let us possesse one world, each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares,
And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest,
Where can we finde two better hemispheares
Without sharpe North, without declining West?
What ever dyes, was not mixt equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die.

~~For the movie Tristan & Isolde

"Just Another Excerpt..."

I heard her voice...

A call

From five thousand miles

Does it matter

That it isn't about us.

It's not with what was said...

Just the voice

It's enough...

      To make me smile

      To make my heart

           skip a beat again

      To send shivers

           of longing...

           of needing...

           of hurting.

Questions echoed

Bellowing from within

Is it not over

After endless adieus

After the last tear

That was shed.

NO.

It's far from over.

The curtain did not close.

Just another verse...

Just another refrain...

Just another excerpt

From my ode of endless LOVE.

“People have scars. In all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret roadmaps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them don’t. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut’s long gone, the pain still lingers.” — Grey’s Anatomy

"Nostalgia - Episode I"

Once again
Seeking solace
In the company of friends
Drowning time..
     with laughter
     with stories
     with fun
But the sound
That echoed
Were shallow...
Lifeless.
The day ended
New morning arose
With whispers...
      Of hope
      Of laughter
      Of strength.
I heard
But I am not listening.
For what my heart
Craves for
Are not Promises
But Life...
       Of laughter
       Of stories
       Of time.
With them
Who matters to me

Sighs.

Another episode.
Another day.
Under the mid-eastern sun.

"Insomnia"...a poem for Mi Amor

What prompted me
  To wage war with the moon
  And turn evenings
  As an extension of the sun's day?
What stopped me
  From closing my eyes
  And give up the pleasure
  Of a deep slumber
  For a moment with you?
Why did i not let
  Time dictate
  Nor allow the day
  To grab hold of my strength?

For every ounce
  Of my blood flows instinctively,
  Pumped into my system by your HEART
  And not MINE...
Every breath that I take
  Are held by your unassuming presence
  And alluring voice...
Every nanosecond of my life
  Being controlled and turned
  Everytime that you smile...

What then can the night do
to cease the sun from turning in?
What then can time do
to measure this unearthly lifetime?

NOTHING.

For YOU are my day...
  YOU are my night...
    YOU are my moment...
       YOU are my lifetime...
  
YOU are my every breath...
  my every heartbeat...
    YOU are my body...
      My soul...
        MY LIFE!

"A LOVE Poem"

Have I ever told you
that if I sit really still and silent,
sometimes. I like to think
I can hear your heart beating
in time with mine?

Have I ever told you
that when I watch you speak to me
through lines and cords,
and bytes and ram,
I imagine
your voice,
whispering into my ear?

Have I ever told you
that I wait out each day
in anticipation,
wanting
only an hour or two,
just a second in space and time,
to feel close to you?

Have I ever told you
that there has been times,
when I ached for you,
ached for you so badly,
that the emotions overwhelmed me..
and so I sat and cried?

Have I ever told you
that sometimes,
I will reach out,
touching your name
on this cold screen before me,
wishing
I could reach in
and pull you to me?

Have I ever told you
that after the first time I heard
the sound of your voice,
thousands of miles away,
I sat up all night,
turning the conversation over and over
in my mind,
examining it,
like some newly discovered species of flower?

Have I ever told you
that I would give everything up,
just for one night
to be able to lay near you,
to feel your chest rise and fall
with each breath you take,
just to know that you are real?

Have I ever told you
that I dream of you often,
I dream of you reaching out
and touching my hand,
simply to let me know
that you are there,
and everything is okay?

Have I ever told you,
have I still yet to tell you . . .
that I love you?

~@impo_condiang / Tuesday, 25th May 2010

[...weird ways of writing similes and metaphors..]

"Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master...."


"His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a washing machine."


"The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't."


"McMurphy fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a paper bag filled with vegetable soup."


"Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze."


"Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the centre."


"Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever."


"He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree."


"The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease."


"Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left York at 6:36 PM traveling at 55 MPH, the other from Peterborough at 4:19 PM at a speed of 35 MPH."


"The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the full stop after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.


"John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met."


"The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play."


"The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red crayon."


"Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut."


"Shots rang out, as shots are won't to do."


~Adapted~

"My Sweet Deja Vu"

"Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away; and all the things I want to say can find no voice. Then, in silence, I can only hope my eyes will speak my heart."

She said goodbye. Again. Then she logged off. I was left with my laptop, a sweet and seemingly plastered grin, a sigh, and her face on my mind.


Another day, another chapter...of what I consider lately as my every day fountain of inspiration. Yes, a fountain -- quenching me with my thirst for affection...bathing me and washing off the day's frustrations and tensions...nourishing me with her brand of wit, humor, and wisdom. Indeed, she refreshes me...from head to foot, body and soul.


She came from my distant past...silently yet sweetly. For years we did not see each other. For those years, nothing existed except memories (...well, quite a handful if I may say so.). Now, five thousand miles separates us. And yet, we never felt so close...we never felt so "inseparable". My longing to be with her seems to grow day after day after day. 


I don't really want to think that our pains bonded us. We just felt so connected...found ourselves so comfortable. No facades, no inhibitions, no nonsense. It's just us and our time together and our quest for happiness, for independence, for love (...well, sort of!). Every conversation is a joy, every moment is a pinch in my heart. Although I'm a hopeless romantic myself, it never occurs to me that I can be so open...so uninhibited when I'm with her (...though I'm totally smitten by her smiles and pouts! *sigh*).

As I went home and crash my bunk after a day's toil, I know that there's a message. I don't know how but I feel I'll see one...and somehow, I rarely miss. I don't want to go beyond what I see and feel but sometimes I sure wish we can go beyond what we have. But not quite. I don't think so. For a couple of being who shares a lot of things in common and appreciates each other's time and presence, I guess it's already a blessing that she was there and she caught me when I was falling so hard for somebody else but that somebody was never there.


Again today, I'm starting my day in six hour's time. By then, she's up and half way through her toxic day, too. Later this afternoon I'll hurry home looking forward to see her. Again, I'll be looking forward to another two hours of smiles, giggles, sighs and wishful thinkings. Across five thousand miles. So long as brother Time gives us the chance, I will remain smiling and thankful that I have her.


When she bid me goodbye again and log off,  I will be left with my laptop, with a sweet and seemingly plastered grin, a sigh, and her face on my mind.


And for sure, I'll be looking forward for the next day.


“You’ll never know when you’re about to meet someone really important. It’s not that life gives you a warning; you just look up and there they are.” — Ted Mosby


  

"Sentimentality"

As my subconscious drifts
in melancholic state
questions flood my mind:
     questions of purpose
         of path
         of reason
         of identity.
Clouds of doubt
blurs my vision
         as to why
         as to how come.
But no answer.
Nil.
I felt the breeze
of nostalgia
glide in my skin
amidst the mid-eastern
heat spell.
Shall I heed the call?
Five thousand miles away
answers beckon.
Home.
Soon.

"Wounded LOVE"

Tonight I shed a tear.
      Because i no longer feel you near...
                though you said you'll stay.
      Because I no longer feel you see me...
               though I'm where you want me to be.
Maybe I'm just numb...
      With the pain...
      With the fact...
      With the feeling.
               The pain that you can never be mine.
               The fact that past can never be re-lived.
               The feeling that was but can never be.

I always believed in LOVE.
I always had faith in its power.
     But I feel drained right now.
            Drained of all its strength...
                  emptied of all its hope...
                          stripped of its life.

Maybe because I gave it my all...
            poured out my heart...
            used up my time.

Maybe.

But I always believed in LOVE...
      I always believed in second chances...
      I always believed in happy endings...
                                 in YOU...
                                      in ME...
                                           in US.

Life does not end with a tear.
For always there's another moment.
      always there's another hour.
      always there's another day.

Tonight I shed a tear.
But pain daunts me not.
So long as time is my friend...
      So long as my heart beats your name...
           I will remain.

I will remain, my love.

"Do You Believe In Love (?)"

I composed this song three years ago and it means a lot to me. I know it's a li'l far-fetched but isn't that what LOVE usually do to all of us?? We can imagine the unimaginable, we can do the impossible and we can live a life of fiction in the real world. *Sigh* Well that's LOVE...all you really need to do is BELIEVE...and the rest, leave it all to Ms. Destiny. :) I hope you'll like it...

Do you believe in love...
Do you believe that love can last forever (?)
Do you believe in dreams...
That dreams can go beyond your deep slumber (?)


That a balloon can go through fire
That I can touch the sky 
With your hand in my hand.


Do you believe in time...
That time alone can speak about You and Me.
Do you believe in miracles...
That miracles are real to those who believe in love.


And that no one can really tell
Why you and I shouldn't fell
When we both believe we can come true.


LOVE can take us there
LOVE can take us anywhere if we believe
We believe...
LOVE can break the spell that man has cast
Not even time can tell if we should keep the feeling
As long as you believe in us
(And) We believe in LOVE.


Do you believe in love...
Do you believe that love can last forever (?)
Do you believe in miracles...
That miracles are real to those who believe in love.


And that no one can really tell
Why you and I shouldn't fell
When we both believe we can come true.
 
LOVE can take us there
LOVE can take us anywhere if we believe
We believe...
LOVE can break the spell that man has cast
Not even time can tell if we should keep the feeling
As long as we believe in us
(And) We believe in LOVE.

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way that this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."  - Pablo Neruda

"Our Scars In Life"

Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. 

He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.

His father ,ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could. Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late . Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.

Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved.

The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride , he said to the reporter, " But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because " My Dad " wouldn't let go. "

You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past . Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go In the midst of your struggle. He's been there holding on to you.
You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril -- and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. 

That's when the tug-of-war begins -- and if you have the scars of His love on your arms be very, very grateful.

He did not and will not ever let you go.

-- Adapted

Howie Day - Collide - Serendipity - Music Video

"A Case of Serendipity..."

“I am still here...I didn't go away. You lost me before but fate brought me back to you. I'm here now. I'm here to stay.”

Every one of us is a sucker for romance. I don’t think anyone would deny the fact that at least once in your life, you wished you’d find that somebody that’ll completely sweep you off your feet, make your eyes glitter with anticipation whenever you’ll be out with him/her and that awesome electric jolt he/she throws at you each time you catch him/her starin’ at you and giving you that heart-melting smile! And after that, we’re looking forward to that ‘happily ever after’ ending…Sweet, isn’t it??

I have this friend who did fall head-over-feet in-love once…man, he was truly, madly, deeply in love with this lady! Well, who wouldn’t…she indeed is, til now, a real stunner!!! He never imagined him and her hooking up but they did end up together. To cut the cheesy story short, it was the sweetest, craziest, most colorful chapter of his life. At first, all is well. But as months passed, seeing her became just an event. For some unexplained reason, he saw her less and less until he never did see her again. For what he has heard, she already had this job and was very busy….other than that, it was a complete blackout!

It was really heartbreaking for him. Still, months passed and he decided to migrate to another province to put everything behind him and since then, they never heard from each other anymore. Her memory never left him, though. He tried tracing where she could’ve stayed or been and tried calling common friends but in vain. Nada, zero, nil, ziltch. He really thought all was lost. That’s not until after more than a decade of trying that they found themselves back. Yes. Fate decided to bring them back…together again.

“In a relationship, it’s very easy to catch every reason that could make you want to leave. But you know you’re really in love when you still hold on, just because you always cling to the tiniest reason that makes you stay.”

 

This time, the web has become their bridge. Yes, they are miles apart when they found each other but they realized nothing changed…everything is as they left them 11 years ago, most especially what they had back then. Time never did shake his love for her and neither did the distance. Of course, both has gone through separate lives but reminiscing how they used to be sort of rekindled what he thought he has lost forever. Now he got her back and he back with her, they vowed never ever to lose each other again. Cheesy?? What do you expect, they’re IN LOVE!

 

“Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.” — Bruce Lee

If you’ll be asking me, “did they live happily ever after?” I can’t answer it yet…but somehow, I have the sweetest hunch that they will. Of course, I may also be wrong...let’s just keep our fingers crossed!

Should I stay - Gabrielle (with lyrics)

"Of Determination and Desperation"

At some point in a relationship in your life, we will come to realize that you have done too much and gave up a lot for someone or something, that the only next possible step for it not to do more irreparable damage and cause unbearable pain, is to just STOP and leave them alone.

It’s just too difficult to know when the road to determination ends and the path to desperation begins especially when you are very much consumed by emotions. It’s so painstaking to make your heart understand that what is truly yours would eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be. And so you justify, you reason out, and you cover up all the faults, all the lies just so you may be able to continue dreaming for that bliss you’ve set your sight on for that relationship. But until when can you do that? Until when can your heart hold on to what is clearly not meant to be? Until when can you lie to yourself and to your partner?

“In real life, love has to be possible. Even if it is not returned right away, love can only survive when the hope exists that you will be able to win over the person you desire” ~ Paulo Coelho

It’s a different kind of high when you’re in a relationship that shares a common warmth, common craziness, and common depth. Of course, there ain’t a perfect one. But there shouldn’t be stress in keeping it, with both your eyes and hearts open for each other’s imperfections. Meaning, it should not be a one-way alley…it’s a two-way, give and take process. From start to end.


"No one falls in love by choice, it is by chance. No one stays in love by chance, it is by work. And no one falls out of love by chance, it is by choice.” — Matthew 10:32

It’s hard to tell your hearts to slow down and think when you are in love. It’s like a runaway train that spells “disaster” if you try to stop it. And more often than not, logic makes no sense if you are obsessed and fixated with LOVE! But you can see things through…if you’ll begin to respect and love yourself as much as you do your object of affection. By then you can make your choice. Decide not because you love the person, nor because he loves you…decide because there should be LOVE in between—same warmth, same craziness, same depth. By then you will know, which road you’re standing on and what to take next.

(photo courtesy of www.fixrelationshipreports.com/)

Tuwing Umuulan - Regine Velasquez

Of the rain, of memories, and YOU

"It’s been awhile since I walked and bathed in the rain. I miss the innocence it brings…the smell of damp earth in the air and the sensuous feel of raindrops on my skin…it made me feel like a child again. The rain is my gateway to funfilled child memories. And now the rain branded you…and the kiss we shared along the avenue. I’m looking forward to more rainy days with you." 


Yes. The rain branded you. The once simple, meaningless drizzle now whispers your name and the raindrops embraces me like you did as it wets me and consumes my warmth. 


Indeed, it's not the years that proves how deep the relationship is. It's about the smile that radiates in each lover's face each time they're together that seem to brighten up their day. It's about the essence of every moment that the couple is sharing--whether it may be shared on a romantic evening or scorching mid-day sun, may it be shared simply or lavishly, in a plush restaurant or a simple park bench, in private or in a gathering--any way, anytime, anywhere doesn't really matter except the fact that they're together. It's about the depth of that LOVE they are sharing that knows no boundaries, no limitations, no questions, and no if's and but's. It's what they have that makes this happen and it's all they really need.


You're no longer  here now. No longer here to share with me those walks, those romantic interludes, the rain. But the rain now signifies all that you were, all that we shared, all that we had. It may not have counted years but so long as there are raindrops, the memories will not end...the Love will not fade...you will not be forgotten.


Can I still wish for more rainy days with you? Maybe. With or without you, every raindrop will bring everything back...it will bring YOU back...and will hide what wasn't there before--these tears.

"Maybe I can't stop the downpour, but I will always join you for a walk in the rain." ~ Unknown