NUMBER 5 -- TELL MY HEART.

tell my heart to let you go
even if i love you so
teach it to stop beating your name
and tell it to stop being insane

tell my heart to forget you
because it's wuite difficult, you know
teach it to beat normally again
because it's you who caused the pain

tell my heart to end this dream
my hopeless heart that beats your name
in this journey, where life's unfair
you told my heart that you don't care

tell my heart to stop beating for you
so that it will learn to forget you
mend this heartache that you caused
fix this heart that is forever bruised

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for HIM.
from HER.

written last heartbeat.

;)

NUMBER 4 -- WHAT'S MY WORTH?

Gone a little emo on this. Just sad though.
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Taking a refuge under the moonlight
Hiding myself from oblivious eyes
Making sure I'm nowhere in sight
And slowly wishing I could die

It was dark and oh so silent
Although the sun is up and shining bright
My mind is furious, my heart is violent
I never wanted another fight

What's really my worth, I asked myself
Have I been apathetic? Have I been cruel?
These questions lingered in my mind
I never thought I was this blind

Am I jealous? Am I bad?
I know I'm always angry and I feel sad
Am I useless? Did I cry?
Now all I can do is wail and cry

The game is not yet over but it's too late
Nobody loved me, it all turned to hate
I'll turn back the time, if I could
Be worthy and true, and yes, I'll be good

But its seems that I'll just have to suffer
These life-long consequences and my impending downfall
I guess I'll always wonder...
WHAT'S REALLY MY WORTH?

IS THERE ANYTHING AT ALL?

xoxo

NUMBER 3 -- I.

Never call me GAIL and we will be fine that way.

I am a human being created by GOD.
I am equipped with will and intellect which I can be proud of.

I live. I love. I laugh.
I hate. I cry.
I commit mistakes.

I get disappointed. I get sad.
I get frustrated. I get mad.

I love music. I love basketball.
I love myself, most of all.

I hate LIARS, COPYYCATS and BROKEN PROMISES.
And I hate myself for being tactless.

I'm broke but I'm happy.
I'm wretched but yes, contented.

I'm worthless to others.
Maybe a treasure to some.
One thing I'm sure though,
GOD LOVES ME FOR WHO I AM.

I'm strong. I'm weak.
I'm hurt. I'm wasted.

I'm okay. I'm just lost.
I'm nonsense and random.
I'm a rebel without any cost.

I have my own life and my own style.
And I'm not trying to please you or make you smile.

LOVE ME. HATE ME.
JUST DON'T GO MESSING WITH ME,
COZ I STING LIKE A BEE.

I tell you,
I CAN BE YOUR BESTFRIEND,
BUT I CAN BE YOUR WORST ENEMY.

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found in my friendster profile.
who cares anyway.

xoxo

NUMBER 2 -- WASTED HOUR.

Nine-thirty and getting sleepy
I'm alone in this couch
Trying to do a poetry
Words linger in my mind
But nothing seemed so right
When he's not at my sight
So i closed me eyes
And let my heart talk
My pen started to scribble
In this empty notebook on the table
Ten-thirty and yes, sleepy
Oh, i just did a poetry.

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written last SEPT. 24, 2008
in the hallways of Kauswagan Hotel in Sagay.

xoxo

NUMBER 1 -- ALWAYS BE MY NUMBER 8.

From the bottom of the ladder

You’ve made it this far

From being a benchwarmer

To being one of the league’s superstar

You are 2008’s Most Improved Player

You literally made poetry in the air

PBA’s SKYRUS, that’s what you are called

Your splendid moves, it never gets old

You proudly wore that Red Bull Barako jersey

With each leap, we all go crazy

Red and White, bearing that number 8

Whenever you’re in the zone, we never lose faith

But then change is really constant

A change that can make me commit a flagrant

You were traded to the Ube Republic

I guess I never understood their tactics

From number 8, you’re 23 again

Instead of Red, it’s now violet

I’ll make this statement simple and plain

In my heart, you’ll always be my number 8…

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written last decmeber 2008 for my SKY.

mwahmwah hugshugs!

xoxo

Hi. Hello. First post for the nth time.

OhmiGahd. This blog was supposed to be a poem trash can but here i am jotting down thoughts again. Well, i guess i'm really blogaholic and i'm not trying to sound maarte because i'm freaking not.

So i guess, occassionally, i would put some notes about my poems too.
Wala lang, trip ko lang.

WHY NOT.

xoxo