A jolly young lady that once was judged,
By how she acts that made her grudge.
But later on have been open enough
For people to see what she is kind of.
Not as hard to please as might what think,
But appreciative enough to make someone wink.
Tough and hard as you might know her from the start,
But don’t be fooled, she has that cute lovable heart.
The smile and laughter that she often gives,
Have made the moods and ambiance cool to live.
But once she started to be silent,
All somewhat died and loses its vibrant.
So we keep up to bring things into balance
For her to be revived and share the radiance.
Science that usually deals with the properties and structures of substances
From organic to inorganic elements and up to the right instances.
Got really complicated when numbers are drawn-in with letters
Like the simple notes that someone gave to ask for some answers.
As what physics might have to say that opposite attracts
The blood sends chemicals for the heart to contract.
Processed by the neurons of the brain for the body to react
Words were uttered and the feelings made the other to distract.
The process of their chemistry have been in the half life
But revived by the continued pursuit and personality that hyped.
Lived differently, loved different things, took different paths
Eventually they come to cross and solved the same math.
This is not about me anymore
But rather for someone I care for
I would not easily interfere with someone else’s life,
But hell this something isn’t just right.
I’ve been comfortable for so long with silence
It’s like me being okay with my own grievance.
Let’s not put it in my own post,
And talk about their feelings that boast.
I didn’t really know how to react
But felt her heart somewhat contract
A streak of sadness now she has worn
The streak of confusion I think was born
Hoping the change would soon streak in- to continue their infinite Divine feeling.
A trickle of light was dangling atop a tree
That grew bigger and toppled the nest of the queen bee
Then it suddenly disappeared through the great vastness
Never again seen or ever felt its calmness.
The trickle of light now have travelled
Before the reality that was never been bothered
Roaming around having no other than a straight path
Coming through the front door and past the small bath.
The trickle of light came back
Exhausted from running around the stack
Passed through an old wrinkled prism
Down to the handheld mechanism
And burst unto a figure, a rainbow of Baptism.
Fascinated with depression, sorrow, and fear
To see the world differently from an eye with a tear
It’s not as lonely as one think could be
But not as happy as a child in glee.
Two contrasting worlds now mingle
One sad melody and the other one a jingle
An endless song sung in single
A spark of hope in the ear tingle.
I choose black, I choose white
I choose darkness as I choose light
I choose to scribble down my life.
I choose to live with no more than a fight
I choose to walk down the path of sight.
We can never have the best even the better
We can never have the good even for that matter
We always make a move to take a little bit farther
But ended up in a deep, deep slumber.
We can never have the best, it’s always never good
We can never have the better the way we should
We always make a move to lighten up the mood
But ended up sobbing and relying on food.
I can never have the best and I won’t even cry
I don’t even like the better that you have to rely
I don’t care about the good always in standby
I would like it to be you, can we please give it a try?
I thought this would end at thirteen
But I think seven would be a little mean
It was sooner than I ever expected
A little bit long than the thing you rented.
It hurts a little but not like before
I know I have no right to ask for more
Assumed too much that I can’t handle
Depression, fear and anger now bundled.
I’m tired of waiting, I’m tired of wanting
I’m tired of you always neglecting.
This is the time long been wanted
Moving on to a thing that was once enchanted
Never again my love, goodbye and enough has been said.
The spiciness clasps the mumbly pale numb lips
Held by the hand and water seen dripping down the wrist
Knees crumblling, stomach grumbling upon sighting the beast
Munching the sweetest honey that is only offered by the bees.
The day that I said I Love You is the day that my heart died.
It never beat for another nor sparked life.
My heart died when I said I Love You and then my brain cried.
It poured out down my eye and my lips smiled.
What do you do when there’s someone new?
You try to be friendly, sharing thoughts in your venue
You speak, you share, words were upbeat like that of a snare–and
Now you got personal and lifts up your own chair.
All that I can do for now is stare
But don’t be fooled by the blank face and beware
The one your talking to is knowledgeable and aware
You might be staying as long as you can remember
But please be humble and don’t mumble at the glare.
Intimidation is not as scary as it may sound
Wolves may hurt you and in the corner your found
Better think twice before you expound
The Almighty Father is the only judge up to this ground .