The Letting

We stare for a moment, wandering where all these things go.

And for a brief silence we hold on to precious things making them hard to let go.

Till we're left, realizing the sun's starting to set.

Tried to pry closely just to learn how to forget.

And what's to it--the time's running out now.

Seconds have come to waste--dark skies will rain somehow.

So we blink for the moment, wandering where the heart go.

As I mask the silence, just to find myself holding on to you.

Life at War

We mean work, so we work harder each day, but we can't always have the perfect workplace that we wish to have (remember we can never have it all). Life is not always perfect the way we want it to be.

Though be grateful that we learn little by little, the ropes about life and the people that surrounds us. Just think of it as a stepping stone not to purge you, but to see, that with every battle makes you stronger; to firm up your character and principles, to motivate you to be the best of what you can be, regardless of how unsatisfying the workplace might get.

What matters is. . . . always bring your shield and armor, then you're set >> to plunge to the warring battles of life.

Goodluck.

Bed Post

I feel like curling to my bed.. and never leaving.. it..

And in times like these..I just want to lay down and crash to a soft landing spot.

Another Late Snack

I know it's late. And with the time like this. . . my minds' probably half-shut at this moment. Could I still think clearly well enough? Or should I just put myself to sleep to clear my head out for everything and every bit of all that's happened these past few days.

It's 2:30AM: My stomach is churning now. I'm hungry.

And while I'm randomly re-reading posts from someone else at facebook, I might as well feed my aching soul from all the trouble.

I am changing.

Cave-like Symphonies of the Heart

Let's march our heads to a tunnel . . .

. . . gaze in an unusual type of hue. A certain vision; a split-view and a one-of-a-kind simplified tune you hum out of the blue. Beyond the sadness, lies a masquerade and a different kind of symphony that only a beholder with a pure heart can actually hear. It's a song--far from the cries of creaturely nymphs' temptations to a sailor; the crystal howl of a weeping mother loosing her child; the aching desires of a unrequited love that never did last--somewhat loosely deciphered, something vague and poignant when utterly felt.

It's the rhythm of one's heartbeating.

Late Snack

This won't be like any of my usual post/entries . . .

I've been re-reading poems I've written the other day at my multiply account, my emotions are all up in the air as to what I'm feeling at the moment.

I'm not really used to being mad or be angry at someone. Pde ako magtaray or magsungit but I rarely get angry.

And for the past few days, I was upset/disappointed.. and my silence to the matter has led to this awkward state of which I'm aware will happen eventually.

And it did. Tonight.

Two long time friends. In the same old car with the same seating but not talking.