make it go away

"Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still, and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed for a dream's sake..." -Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

Have you ever let a passion die? Have you ever been so disheartened, so discouraged and so scarred that you let go of a dream...and you thought it was not worth your time...it was not worth your tears?

People are often afraid to stray too far from the sidewalk (as that Kelly Clarkson song goes) because they have been so hurt to the point of numbness...they've seen it happen right before their very eyes...they've felt it happen right to the very marrow of their bones...like someone just liberally ripped their souls out like it was not worth anything...

So, they give up the passion, they refuse to feel too much for what they used to believe in...they put out the fire...and now there's nothing burning inside of them...

and they settle...settle for something safe...something steady...something that's not at all shaky...
Who could blame them...?

It's an act of self-preservation...to salvage whatever's left of their dignity...to redeem whatever little they have left in their sanity...

They would be numb for a long while...they would forget how it feels to hold a torch for something they strongly care about and believe in...

and then it happens...

someone comes and reminds them... and they instantly remember... like they were waking up from a coma...their memories of old coming back to life and suddenly they can't breathe...

They ask why... they beat themselves up, unforgivingly punishing and tormenting themselves for the big mistake of...settling for less...and letting go of the dream...and not believing it can still happen and that it is just around...lurking...waiting for the perfect time to find them and be found...

and now, it's too late...

In the stillness of life's ocean...there are tiny waves that remind us that there's something bigger than us, waiting to be unravelled, creeping from under the waters...undercurrents...waiting to sweep us off to places we've never been...

But when it finally comes, the question is are you willing and free to be taken by the waves?
Or are you strapped to a life vest?...

safe...breathing...living...yet not alive...

you refuse to think about it and a tiny voice inside you silently screams to no end...

"make it go away.."

and it doesn't.

*kelly has really been my inspiration ever since, good job with this ^_^

are you kidding me?

"are you kidding me?"

question that should be asked directly to those who don't realize your worth,

those that say how nice you look, how good you are and how they adore you,

sometimes you always bear in mind that these people will always be there for you

but are you sure, are you right, then think about it twice..

they treat you lunch, snacks and dinner,

they even surprise you with something you least expect to be given to,

you just can't help your self saying "are you for real?" "is that for me?"

"are you really doing that to make me happy?"

"or you're just forcing yourself not to hurt me even all the while,

you have gotten sicked of me?" cool right?

stupid as it might sound but DUH, it's a fact..

they say they like you and whisper "i miss you"

they give their warmth and loud hug

but can you hear it's meaningful sound?

sometimes they cry to make you feel it's your fault.

you will be sorry, you will kneel down and get all the blame you don't even deserve

then it'll be okay, soon it'll be like it again,

it sounds cyclical as it might be but that's how it is..

how lame it could be if you have shared your precious eon

and suddenly, randomly thin air grabs it out from nowhere..

it sucks coz you don't wanna waste it, you're saving, making the most out of it,

but then it got stolen, they stole it from you, you were forced to give it, darn it!

you would want to utter that simple question..

you would want to practically slap it directly to their face..

you would want to shout it out loud for them to notice..

but what did you do? nothing, you just kept silent, poker face.

so now, are you freakin kidding me?

don't explain yourself coz it's just going to be silly..

gosh darn it, lame excuses and bad acting won't help you,

you grew tired of it, you hate it, that's too much!

so are you kidding me?

what if they say yes? how are you gonna react?!

are you gonna get mad, happy, or jump and leap forward?

are you gonna be freaky, get crazy and act wild like a mad cow?

yes, absolutely yes, they gotta be kidding you,

isn't too obvious, react, please just react..

what a waste of effort, bubbles popping out

cheese melting down, balloons flying away..

and you can't even know what to say.

are you kidding me?

then screw you.,

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..