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.. :(

i thought..

One day I was bored, chatting
hoping to find someone who dotes on painting
still life, self portraits, live cityscape and skyscrapers
tangible masterpieces clearly delineating on rough papers

Spent two hours in a chat room filled with agony of deceit
constantly translating into images characterized by defeat.
Too much drama, too much skit that i have yet to conceive,
everyone's just going mad and crazy now i wanna leave.

Then out of nowhere a soothing sound was uttered.
Was about to depart but stayed just to hear a tone being whispered.
It started softly trying to capture the sullen silence flowing in the air,
I'm all ears and each melody that ascends and descends vibrated so rare.

I became a fan and realized giving him a pun
it's unexpected, conversing with him was just fun.
I loathed him for having a gift of singing
easily got attached leaving an effect almost mesmerizing!

We became friends and started exchanging stories.
The time line of our lives can be a good written series.
Quite surprising you may think it is
but we do have the same field of expertise.

I study the art and science of designing edifices.
He computes and scrutinizes the stability of structures and its pieces.
My goal to find somebody who does well in painting and sketching
was replaced by a genius who aces in estimating and reckoning.

Hugging the phone for hours is getting a hobby
for both of us who want to avoid anything that go baggy.
Non-stop laughing, joking, singing and scaring
which i perfectly find fascinating and amusing.

I did fall in love with him not because he's good at belting
but because of his intelligence and manner of thinking.
I'm starting to like him and hoping he'll like me back
so one night i confessed to him a part of me that is slacked.

For the second time, i got rejected, gradually falling on the ground face first. Mixed emotions, awkwardness playing in the background ready to burst
running, dashing, trying to hide in stealth and waiting for nothing,
wishing i should have kept my mouth silent while miming to something.

The noise of the silence grabbing and breaking our numb attention
was replaced by an intense perplexity and rapid detonation.
Causing me to disconnect the internet and press flash on the telephone
but a quick utter of word made me realized what went wrong with what I've shown.

He's not mad and didn't even get angry
in fact he was happy to witness my knight showing bravery
I wasn't ignored, wasn't even criticized instead got applauded.
Come to think of it, we're still friends and hatred was avoided.

I'm pretty much thankful knowing i have him by my side
sharing thoughts and asking if i still need his help and guide.
Nothing has changed since the very first time we met
we still continue to talk engaging in an intellectual conversation on the net.

i lost you

There's something about the past
that made my high school memory last.
Something that keeps on reminding
the feelings that seem to be hiding,

We were born to be schoolmates
and suddenly became classmates.
Our last name start with the same letter
having him as my seatmate is much better.

Started when i got bored.
after erasing the notes on the blackboard
Went to the restroom to get rid of the chalk dust
perfectly coating my hands blown away by a simple gust.

Making my way downstairs i saw him running.
Probably he's gonna be late that's why he's rushing.
My eyes followed him secretly while thinking.
All of a sudden there i was, outside of his room standing.

A modest creation with a bland expression
carrying a pearl complexion which attracts a lot of attention.
First time i got enticed by the scent he wears by surprise
wish someday, somehow, when we meet, he would be nice.

Then random switches happen for an unknown reason
when he got promoted to our section in the right season.
I was shocked coz i thought my sketched imagination won't happen,
good thing just in time my humble pencil is perfectly sharpened

Most of my friends know i like the person
and they promised not to say it coz i would be in prison,
but two of them started baffling and intentionally revealing
the admiration i have for the one who i think is appealing.

We used to talk and laugh about things
when he still has no idea about my feelings.
Then everything came to an end and he felt morosely,
ignoring my presence and taking everything seriously.

At first i felt sad knowing i lost somebody
who treated me kind but in the end thinks i'm nobody
Oh well it's all good coz i have already accepted
how it feels if you're like being rejected.

If i could just turn back the time
Keeping my mouth shut telling i don't have a dime
Are we gonna be friends like we used to be?
Or be strangers who watched the first episode of glee?

I missed XD

After being scolded due to the existence of laziness overpowering my ability to adjust in such crazy circumstances coming together which i realized i could have resolved in the first place, another event came to an abrupt stop. My excitement to dress up like one of the characters in Naruto sporting my shiny forehead protector, awesome ninja costume and high fashioned boots i bought in ukay lead to disappointment. Mom sorted through some of our dirty clothes and started unveiling my technicolor undies and hankies in a very polite way. I have to do laundry (boo!) and it's not fun coz when mom washes our undies (yup, heard it right, including mine) she does it with bare hands. The convenience of having a washing machine is useless because mom is alienating it with her physical strength. And since i do things in a slow manner, it would take me forever to finish those rainbow colored linens. If i were only given another option, like cook lunch or decorate our living room, but doing laundry..?? i'd rather hide my self and walk in stealth just to attend the ozinefest but i seriously have no choice. Welcome rough palms and goodbye kagibushin technique O_O