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Abby

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.

Chemistry

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.

Silence (An Exemption)

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.

Aurora

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.

 

Black and White Scribbles

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.

The Best

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?

Silence VII

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.

Blank

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 .