forget it

sometimes expecting so much

can become a random mismatch..

seeing things the way it should be

will just make you feel sorry..

knowing you found that somebody

made you happy, made you jolly..

you started as happy friends

developing a connection that might become intense..

you just can't hide your emotions

every time you see those imperfections..

manifesting through a confusing series of events

creating a cycle full of unexplainable moments..

you look through that piercing eyes

can't take your binoculars off getting hypnotized..

affecting every part of your perplexed dubious mind

obscuring your vision making you completely blind..


you feel shy, you feel uncomfortable

after hearing that you are so desirable

you don't want to believe it..

you always think about it..


trying to go with the flow is what you do

probably because you just want that person to drool over you

good job you might think it could be a mystery

too bad you miscalculated making you feel sorry..


you barely just don't understand

the real purpose of his take and stand..

you just have to humbly accept it

but never ever in your entire life forget it..

nice try

you should have kept it hidden
so that it can be easily forgotten..
this simple careless playful crazy whisper,
spreading all through out the interior creating a blister..

you intentionally popped the bloated portion,
making a sudden bursting sound revealing a notion..
they were all ears silently listening to the shocking sound
absorbing intricate details, little by little creating a mound..

you really have to admit how vocal you are when it comes to that
telling everybody, making them experience smashing a ball with a bat!
sometimes you have to blame yourself, sometimes you have to take it
because what you see, how you feel will be divulged and unfolded bit by bit..

you never expected, never even see it coming so quickly
because you thought it was a bit corny and shouldn't be stated briefly..
you were surprised, shocked, nervous didn't even know what to say, how to react
you were caught off guard, handcuffed by the ambiance trying to escape and retract..

after witnessing cheesy moments, awkwardness dropped by, waving its hands and saying hi..
you were still in the state of being overwhelmed by what you heard which you think might be a lie..
since you didn't even get the real purpose and intention of the splash that was uttered randomly
but studying the actions and looking through the hour glass helped you comprehend the thoughts clearly..

looking at the subject will make you feel bogus about the chronicles and escapades you were told to pay heed to
it's quite deceiving but the total manifestation of the verity naturally comes out trying to boob you..
that's why you felt lonely, you felt sad because every time you think of that it just makes you wanna cry
it would be better if you should have refrained yourself from shouting it all out loud, you got me there, nice try..

portrait

it started with a blink of an eye
following a real quick glance near-by
gradually obscuring the sense of sight
getting hit by every single ray of light

looking at the portrait denotes admiration
the stroke made by the brush can be an inspiration
the complexity of the design leaves an impression
the pencil marks and light lines show its hidden expression

it can be told how each piece was painstakingly put together
the details, elements and parts with smudges that don’t even matter
no wonder why everyone wants to spare a dough for such masterpiece
it’s a good thing the painting is either for sale or for lease

the choice of colors is such a delight to the sleepy eye
waking up the lonely soul causing the spirit to go sigh
it’s distribution to every part that needs to be filled up
is like an overwhelming emotion that creates a strong bop

a perfect frame would definitely add class
to a simple, chic and fragile canvass
square, oblong, diamond any shape of edge would do
as long as it would complement the artwork and not say boo

hanging the photograph on a wall maximizes the entire space
providing an exact spot for that object disregards the confusing maze
but will it still look pleasing if the painting’s mood mismatch the pillar
even if it gets refurbished it would insist, react and just be placed in the cellar

no more

You squint your eyes trying to remember…
Spirit tired and spent, like it’s been forever…
The sudden stops and starts your heart makes
Remind you of all your tears…your heartaches…

But now…today…since it’s been awhile
You suddenly feel too numb to even smile
A hazy memory, a muffled sound in your head…
Feelings you’ve buried alive and left for dead…

It’s been so long ago, ignore a familiar call
refuse to see black see blue, every time you fall…
You cross your fingers, wish ...hope it goes away…
Does it know who you are…who you have become today?

Then it’s right in front of you, do breathe real hard
Too late to turn away, it has caught you off guard.
look it in the eyes, breathe a little harder now…
dig, search for words to say …and how…

Suddenly, without warning, your heart is on the floor…
You gasp for air…a distant ache in your core…
Yry to figure it out …what this very moment is for…
Your mind counts one…then two…then three…then four…

All of a sudden…you feel beat, you feel shaken, you feel sore…
In your tired heart, you know—you give it life…no more.

(originally posted by kelly, feel like re-posting coz i can easily relate to its hidden message)

a singer

how come i don't understand
the way you play with your band
sometimes you suck big time
but still earning the right dime

you have this particular effect
quite contagious it's hard to dissect
scrutinizing every part that lacks interest
filling each detail with a delight success

you sing a melody narrating a wonderful story
i harmonize, i blend, creating a breath-taking scenery
everybody likes it, everybody just can't get over it
if they only know it's true essence, it won't be a hit

I'm still confuse
about the total perplexity that i badly want to refuse
the hidden messages that go with the flow
making me ask for more than a wind blow

insensitivity always manifest in the lyrics of his song
trying to produce a pitch so not in tune and extremely long
it gets irritating but i just can't help myself listening
coz it's the only way to see myself laughing and smiling

yes it's difficult to comprehend
keeping up with your music is a challenging trend
don't you still notice how badly i get hurt and cry?
whenever i see you singing a song to somebody with your head held high..

indeed friends cannot be lovers

eyes so chinky, so expressive, so deep..
he twinkles, he stares, his artistic gaze..
smile so perfect, so cute, so rare..
he smirks, he laughs, his funny craze..

he made you like him even more..
made you dream of him while walking along the shore..
forgetting that you and him would not create a meaning..
don't react, don't interfere, don't even bother insisting..

face so pale, so soft, so calm..
he cracks jokes, he makes faces, his crazy acts..
frame so slim, so sleek, so tall
he sings, he whistles, his never ending facts..

every minute, every hour, makes you think of him, only him..
on the bus, on the way to work, while dreaming, he just never dim..
how you wish you could always see him, talk to him, feel his touch..
it can't be helped because day by day you miss him so freakin much..

scent so nice, so good, so gentle
he squints, he moves in stealth, his little secrets..
voice so plain, so humble, so sweet
he whispers, he shouts, his nonstop stories..

over the phone you share your hilarious moments
breaking the dawn won't stop you leaving comments
you're getting attached and starting to feel the so called L.O.V.E.
for him you're just a friend, in terms of love and relationship, he cannot have..

you keep on falling to your friend and end up failing
but don't you worry, it's gonna be just fine to practice waiting..
you just really have to believe in the saying that..
indeed friends cannot be lovers.. :(