Something Mushy Part 2

July 31, 2008

Okay, here’s the continuation of the love note. 😆

 

 FEELING BLUE

There are times in our lives when we are swept over by raging emotions, times when we are overwhelmed by sadness, overcome by misery, times when we feel that we are loved only for the worth others could get from us and not for who really are. It is natural to feel this way.

Sometimes we all need to be alone, to feel blue, to feel lonely, to listen to a song and cry. Then we ask ourselves, why does the song have to end? Why do we have to cry when love is taken away from us? Why does it have to hurt when we let go of someone we love?

In a relationship we treasure, the hardest thing is to do is saying goodbye and setting someone free. For every last embrace, a part of us dies. Every tear drop that falls washes away our hope. Then, we are left with nothing but pain and bitter memories because we have lost love but never knew how and will probably never know why.

We try to get away, but every move we make somehow has its way of reminding us of our past all over again. Every turn of our head and every blink of an eye remind us of love, lost in eternity, and it makes us wonder how one person can make us feel so empty, so alone, and so desolate.

Every song, no matter how beautiful it is, will have to end on it’s last note. Like every day has its night. All that has started will have to end on its own time. It is in inevitability that we cannot restrain something that we cannot control, and just a fact that we have to accept and live up with.

Let us remember that our lives does not have to end where our heartaches begin. Somewhere, someone will come along and sing us his song of love. Someday, someone will fill our lives with joy and happiness. Somehow, we will find love again, and it will wipe away out tears and bring us the promise of a new life, a new hope and a beautiful beginning.

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Contusion.

July 20, 2008

I am just another false impression.
Nothing extraordinary.
Nothing remarkable.
Someone you would never love.
Someone you would never trust.
Someone you would never want to be with.
And so
This torment is filled with candor.
So, lie to me.
Say you love me once again.
Say you need me one more time.
Lie to me.
Lie.
Such a beautiful lie.
Grief that is tainted with insanity.
Gripping death.
An unloved man.
That’s all that’s left of me, I guess.

Were

January 10, 2008

Do you want us to be together again? I don’t think I could still cling into that pungent side of yours. You smell like puke on top of your perfume. I loathed the way you held my hand and broke my fingers. I couldn’t take the way you hugged me and took my breath. I hated the way you touched my skin and bruised it all. I despised the way you said “I love you” with all your lies. I abhorred the way you thought who you were and faked it all.

Now, you’re on your knees telling me to love you again? After my heart bled and lost its strength; after I cried a thousand tears; after I tried to be sane yet found myself to be fooler; after I screamed on the top of my lungs; after I was down on my knees just the same way you are now; after you left me with nothing but pain, do you think I could still offer you my heart? Do you think I could still spare these pieces with you? Nah!

Yes, I loved you – LOVED. I was more than insane to believe those sweet words. Words from the tongue of a traitor. I was more than insane to feel the happiness in your presence yet pain is giving such entrapment I couldn’t escape. I don’t want to go back to the same walls I lived in with you – full of agony and resentment. Live your life with the cobwebs of your identity.

Thanks, but I’m wiser and stronger now.

just a thought..

September 26, 2007

A young man was at the beach, sitting on top of a rock that almost wounded his behind. Not minding the pain, he stared at the waves rushing back and forth. He gaped at the lovely sunset, of red orange and some dark hues, his eyes wanting to capture. Some trees by his side stood as if reaching for the cotton-like clouds hovering in the cerulean sky. He intensely felt the breeze as it bore down into his skin and how its coolness sank into his follicles. He wished life would be that easy. No worries. No hurts. No aches. He’d be as light as the feather flown away up, up in the air. No burdens. No problems.

Suddenly, something reminded him of how he was hurt so badly. Like a child, he wanted someone to play with. He reminisced those sepia-colored memories. Memories he once cherished and now left in nothingness. He threw a stone and watched it descended into the deep water, like pain drowned in space. It bruised him even more when he heard the birds singing with joy, leaving him in melancholy. He felt like no one ever sympathizes with him. He felt like he’s been living in lonesomeness all his life.

His throbbing heart went immensely painful. A cold tear fell from his right cheek. He never wiped it hoping the sand could understand his sorrow. He felt so alone and love for him was so cunning. He felt an engulfing darkness. Silence covered his being.

Then, he woke up.