The Little Red Book.

Reliving Belgium.

2012-01-29T10:50:00.001+08:00

War broke out between two cities
with much passion and intensity.
Swords were drawn and Red flags were raised,
Soldiers charged with raging hearts
and an angry face.

The pounding of flesh and weapons can be heard miles away,
moans of pain echoed and lasted for days.
There was blood all over, pulling of hair and scattered remains,
The battle-weary streets were glowing red from the stains.

Four eras passed,
only Two soldiers stood.
One was Evil, the other was Good.
They battled to Their heart's content,
matching those of in legends and myths.

But with every battle,
a victor must be made
a defining slash to the heart,
the evil soldier has been slain.
With a mighty roar he celebrates
Althroughout the City, His shout reverberates.

Belgium has won,
No prisoners taken
No loot for gold.
A decade has gone,
Reliving Belgium
Has pastime become.

Flight to London.

2011-10-15T00:43:00.000+08:00

And there you go,
playing with my mind again.
You know its you who hold
my empty hard and wretched soul.
And so it goes, I accept.
I cannot deny this emotions for you.

For all this years,
a single photograph brings back tears.
Memories of you and me
through the times
we thought we'd have forever,
and you'd me mine.

Times have passed,
and our faces have aged.
We parted ways, and we added space.
The awkwardness of silence
I wish would break.

For all these years,
a single memory of you would bring me tears.
Conversations between you and me
through those nights,
silly words and anxious sighs,
and we'd burn ten minutes of telephone lines.

Rain, Snow and Heat,
I'd brave it all just to know
what I can keep.
I'd waste it all just for you
so I could hear,
the silly words I long from you,
but it never came to exist.

And here I go,
Remembering our time.
the first time we met and your sweet smile
to the last departure and your good bye.
The Sun rises to the West, but
Sunsets never end.

Threshold.

2011-04-17T16:57:00.001+08:00

This heart has reached its threshold,
It's been filled too much that it overflows.
Filled with so much pain it can possibly hold,
how it can possibly survive this state?

I resign, abandon.
I shed a tear for us,
I shed a tear for the memories.
From dawn till dusk,
I will mourn this tragedy.

I cannot bring myself to forgive.
No, not anymore.
I cannot let myself be fooled,
I've fallen many times before.

I let go, give up.
I shed a tear for us,
I shed a tear for the end.
I will always long for the love
your heart has lent.

This heart has reached its threshold,
It has become numb, wounded and cold.
Filled with so much pain it can possibly hold,
from a single lie that multiplied a hundred fold.

People with Price Tags.

2011-04-04T22:59:00.003+08:00

"King Benjamin!", they all cry out,
raising their arms and voices up high.
They beg and kneel at his feet,
longing for his assurance of a better life.

"Save us!", one screamed,
one of the million people assembled at his feet.
they all aspire for greener pastures,
people of only skin and bone.

Famine has ravaged this land,
and Poverty has stricken its heart.
Hunger for food, money and power,
the taste for it lingering in their guts.

His every wish is their command.
His will is for them to follow.
His every whim and every demand,
No matter how deep nor shallow.

All of these for the price of gold,
and the promise of fame and glory.
All of these for the money,
they willingly exchange for their dignity.

There are people with price tags,
easily bought and disposed.
Their hearts belong to the highest bidder,
Their loyalty lies where there is gold.

Answer Questions

15 Minutes of Christmas.

2010-12-26T16:57:00.003+08:00

The first bell of the seventh dawn mass has rung. it's three in the morning and they're still up, in a video call, a hundred kilometers apart. It's their tenth month anniversary, the twenty-third of December. In exchange of jokes, quotes, stories, pranks, silly thoughts and everything else in between, time quickly passed by. The clock has stuck, the cock has crowed, and off to bed they must go. Said their goodbyes, amid sweet sighs, they log out, log off and shut down. Off to sweet slumber she goes, but a restless mind he tows. He wants to see her and he can't wait for the morning to shine on him. The beating of his unruly heart can be heard across the room, his emotions are running wild. He hasn't been this excited in awhile. Once again, he's got this big plan, this big scheme to hatch. But it must wait, for it's early morn and he must rest. Off to bed, lay his head, and slumber came upon him instantly.

But a tired body and a dreaming mind has slept too long, and awoke a little late than planned. He was supposed to be up at Eight - for he had chores to do, things to clean, and errands to run. He was supposed to leave at One - for he had a ride to catch, the traffic to beat, and the day to chase. He was supposed to be there at Three - for the had a curfew to follow, leave at Six and be home by Seven. But he woke up at One cleaned, ate and did all chores till Three. There wasn't really any time left for him to see her. To go or not to go? That is the question. Time and Lady Luck is not on his side, and everything else stands in his way. The risk was too high, the chances are low. Everything was not going the way he planned, and it seems everything is over.

He got on the last ride headed to the City, it was four in the afternoon. From there, he will take a ride hitting the expressway. It will usually take an hour and a half to reach his destination, but Traffic, Time and People extended his trip to two hours. The moment he got off, he rushed to the nearest bakeshop and bought a small cake, the best-looking one he saw in the display. Without skipping a heartbeat, he rushed to another ride en route to her house. It was six in the evening by this time, the clouds were dark, the wind was cold and the Traffic did not help him get to her faster. This was all happening, without him telling her a single clue nor a warning, he wanted it to be a surprise. All this time, they were exchanging text messages, as if nothing was happening. His heart was beating so fast, he wanted to see the look of her face when she sees him.

He called her up as he was walking on the street of her house, starting a common conversation. He asked her to come out, but she wondered why, saying there's nothing to do nor see outside. He insisted, but she hesitated. He hung up, and just called her out. She came out. The surprise and shock on her face was priceless, but a smile mixed with laughter and awe was quick to trace it. She thought she was dreaming. She was too intoxicated with the feeling. There were random laughters and looks of disbelief, she was caught off-guard and unprepared. Exactly what he wanted: Her happiness and surprise. They hugged and kissed, but she was embarrassed by the way she looked. She was not prepared and was dressed in house clothes. But he held her close and kissed her lips, saying that he did not care about the way she looked, dressed, smelled or any other else; he just wanted to be with her.

He just wanted to be with the girl he loved, he just wanted to kiss and hug her. He wanted to see her, regardless of the risks, the time, and the distance. Every ounce of effort was worth it. Every sweat, energy and money spent did not matter. The moment he saw her smile and beautiful eyes, nothing ever mattered. Her hug melted his heart, her kiss was priceless, unique in every way. It was sweet, filled with such emotion and love. He held her body close, he cannot resist her amazing body. He hugged her tightly and cherished the moment, wishing he could stay a bit longer.

Fifteen minutes passed and he had to go. If time could only stop, he would've stopped it. But it continued ticking and will not slow down. It was short, but sweet. They walked hand in hand, towards the station, kissed and bade goodbye. He didn't know if he'll get punished for this, but he was more than willing to take his chances. It was all worth the trouble, the effort and hassle. He rode home, with a smile on his face and a happy heart. The stars shone on him and the moon was nodding, once again, in approval. He got what he wanted this Christmas. He got it early, Ten months in advance.

A Happy Christmas.
Answer Questions

Pharisee.

2010-10-28T23:20:00.000+08:00

Wolves hiding under sheep's skin,
they condemn thy brethren's faults
but look away from their own sins.
Liars and Pretenders, all in a single line,
they think they're holy a ninth of the time.

Bow down and kiss His feet,
Worship and Praise him to show your faith so deep.
You exalt in a loud voice for everyone to hear,
Quote his verses, parables and teachings.
You raise your hands up high to give him Glory.

Modern pharisee,
You condemn my wrongdoings.
You revile what wrong your eyes can see,
and you think of yourself so Holy.
You shout, curse, criticize and complain,
But at His presence you stand seemingly without fault.
You taunt me, provoke and coerce,
But at His attendance you act so pious and divine.

I am not acquitting myself of my faults, I know I may have done some wrong.
But do not criticize me as if you have not sinned the same fault.
You Hypocrite, be ashamed of your words and actions.
You are not chaste and innocent at all.
Great Pretender, may your soul torment in Inferno.
You are the greatest sinner,
You are the greatest this world has ever known.

Proof.

2010-10-20T12:34:00.001+08:00

Do you need a ring around your finger for you to know how I feel?
Do I need to swim the deepest waters for me to prove that this is real?
Do I need to give a thousand roses for me to show you what love is?
Do I need to kneel at your feet, crying, for me to prove to you that I'm not lying?
How many songs do I have to write and sing, for you to believe what I'm feeling?

What should I do to make you believe what I'm telling you?
Your endless doubts, our screams and shouts,
Our infinite insecurities and anxieties will never get us anywhere.
What amount of effort do I need to show to prove to you I'm not letting go?

If proof is what you need,
then take a look at every part of me.
take a look at everything I've done,
remember every memory of our past that has gone.
If evidence is what you want,
then take a second and maybe you'll realize,
that I have given every effort I could ever give and more,
If you're happier now as you were before.

This is my proof, I rest my case.
It's up to you to see the evidence lying within me.

Dear Morning.

2010-09-20T11:51:00.002+08:00

Dear Morning,
I find It hard to wake.
It's difficult to get up from my bed and start my day.
I was having those dreams again, and in this dream,
My heart was crushed to see, she was kissing someone else other than me.

Dear Morning,
Why have you come again?
I find no reason to start my day, won't you please just go away?
Please don't let the Sun shine, for I have lost what was once mine.

Precious, Merciful Morning,
These Vultures are waiting for my death,
they're flying above me, circling 'round my head.
My mind is wandering, filled with thoughts of her
while my heart keeps bleeding with every memory remembered.
It's slowly killing me, my head slowly being severed.

Ever Dearest Mourning,
This might be the last.
My darkest hour has come, and It will not pass.
Depression of this heart has taken its toll
and has taken one's life, once and for all.

Astronaut.

2010-07-16T10:54:00.001+08:00

Drifting into nothingness,
Been longing for this time of loneliness.
I've been hurt, damaged, and with injury.
Succumbing to fatigue, distress and disease.

Let my wounds heal,
Let my scars disappear.
I want to be in a state
Wherein would no longer feel the pain,
Wherein would no longer feel that kind of shame.

Astronaut en route to Mars,
I need some space.
I need some breathing room,
I'll be back not-to-soon.

I'm closing my doors,
and I'm pulling the blinds.
Spend a moment or two in the dark,
It will take quite some time.
If you wish, you can wait for me outside,
Where the sky is blue and the sun shines.

hate | red.

2010-06-20T23:59:00.000+08:00

Resentment and Hate in my heart,
Breeding loathe and agony.
I have banished all love and understanding,
I refuse to believe in your Ideologies.

I do not wish this feeling, no,
I would truly suppress it if I could.
But I have broken down, my walls have failed me.
A score of suffering and hurt,
I finally came to the point of no return.

I have lost,
Lost respect for him.
Lost the love i felt,
Lost the admiration I've held.
I have lost,
a treasured comrade.
In return, found Anger,
Found Hate and resentment.

It is hard to find forgiveness now,
I cannot bear the thought of it.
I hope and wish that maybe someday,
I'd find some peace and finally forget,
all the hurt, anger, suffering and sorrow I have met,
and truly be free.

Taken Dignity.

2010-06-01T15:10:00.002+08:00

Cornered, back against a brick wall.
The night is dark, the world is fast asleep.
Shadows of the night creep close by,
there is an exodus of pure souls tonight.
the Demons have taken over their idle minds,

Loud shrills of fear and agony fall on deaf ears,
there is no rescue, this nightmare is reality.
Struggle, clawing for resistance and defense,
such sacred act tarnished and tainted by anonymity.

Taken dignity without permission,
taken chastity without hesitation.

Lovers without a face, she was left without grace.
Betrayed and forsaken,
Left there, used and abused by men and fate.
she lies there helpless and distraught.

Justice, she cries out,
but it may never be served.
Justice, she screams out,
But is never heard.

Blue Gray.

2010-04-29T21:30:00.002+08:00

From blue to gray, the skies' colour changed.

The blowing winds were cold; it beckoned Rain.

The weeping tree raised its hands up to the heavens,

asking for its glorious blessing, begging for its sacred tears.

All was silent; anticipating the downpour to come.

All was still; waiting for the first raindrops.

Everything was peaceful, lovely and sweet.

It seems like the turning of the world stopped.

And there it came.

The sudden sound of rain pouring filled the empty space,

Everything was soaked in its magnificence, flooded in its grace.

The thirsty ground opened its mouth to drink,

to quench its thirst and weariness from the sun's temperate.

The feeling of Nostalgia and Melancholy was inevitable.

It was gloomy and dim, the day longed for some Intimacy.

In between whispers and sighs, you could hear

the sound of smiles and delightful eyes.

While the world was being cleansed

with the purity and joy of the Rain,

Souls celebrated, sang, and danced,

It washed away all the sorrow and pain.

And again, silence came.

The pouring outside stopped, the sun is here again.

Slowly, it crept up behind the clouds, and over the sky,

bringing its glorious sunlight to end the rain.

Only a memory of the sweet precipitate remains,

And now must we welcome the dawning of a new day.

It had come so quickly, but ended not in vain.

Freedom.

2010-03-27T00:22:00.003+08:00

I've been living a life I did not choose to live.

Manipulated, - Controlled,

I've been forced upon my half-hearted decisions.

I have never been free,

Freedom is an unfamiliar word to me.

I have been held prisoner in the same walls I call home,

Having no control over my own Destiny.

I want to break Free,

Free from these chains of slavery,

Free from limitations and boundaries.

I want to control my own life,

Wherein i hold my own Fate and Destiny.

I want to break off and break out,

Be finally who I really want to be.

Let me Fly away,

Cut off these ropes that bind me.

I want to Escape,

I want to be Young and Foolish.

I can't wait to live my life,

Outside the box that I've been set into,

Outside these walls that hold me down.

I want to Run,

I want to Escape.

Give me my Freedom.

Terminal.

2010-03-07T00:34:00.003+08:00

She awoke in the middle of the night.

Traces of tears were still visible on her cheeks.

She had fallen asleep beside her ailing mother,
patiently keeping vigil at her feet.

The room was filled with much gloom,
suffering, anxiety, and sorrow.

She was inevitably going to die,

She was about to give back the time she borrowed.

A plastic heart and a half-dead mind,

The only things keeping her alive.

Mechanical lungs pumping and wheezing,

the only things keeping her breathing.

Her skin's purple from the prescribed drugs,

Her freedom and energy robbed.

Two years, lying and living on a bed,

Her life was almost no different from death.

It's a struggle to breathe.
Her Shaking heart and its weary beats.

The Soul and Mind are strong,
but the Body and Will are weak.

It is not Immortality,
but rather it is Peace that she seeks.

Two years, fighting and holding on.

Two long years, youth and health long gone.

Time was catching up, inches away.

Losing grip, trying to veer away from Death's blade.

She gets up and wipes her tears,
looks at her bed-ridden mother with pity and despair.

Nods her head and heaves a sigh,

kisses and bids her good night.

Goes to the kitchen and gets a knife,

kisses and bids her goodbye.

Drawing Lines.

2010-02-28T23:21:00.008+08:00

(*Three's A Crowd Part Deux)

I'm finally up next.

I've been waiting in line for the longest time.

Save the pressure and the setbacks,

I've been wanting this baby to be mine.

I took all the opportunities,

Almost ended up looking like a fool.

But I erased all doubts and uncertainties,

And now, I'm sure.

I've got the requirements, I made the grade.

I was patient, waited the whole day.

No more Red Lights, only Green signals came.

No more Stop Signs, the price has been paid.

I got the Job, they even fired the Incumbent Manager for me.

Not the dream employment, but who's complainin'?

I'd do my best, to solve every single test,

And prove to you that I'm the Best.

I still got the Touch and Class, my luck's finally turned.

Now I know why they say, don't make those bridges burn.

Who would've thought, that my former Employee,

Would even pull some strings just to hire me?

The Ironies of Life,

Same Name, Different Personalities.

Same Name, Different Perspectives.

Different People, Same 'ol feeling.

Different Similarities, Similar Differences.

I'm Drawing the Lines once again,

This Heart's Occupied.

I'll call you when we have an opening,

See you around, 'till then.

Area One.

2010-01-03T16:19:00.002+08:00

From ashes we came and to dust we will go,
Destruction and Death is Inevitable.
The time it comes, no one knows.
Skyscrapers and tall buildings will fall,
Those mechanical birds will crash.
The skies will be filled with dark smog and ash,
The world will be torn asunder.

There were prophecies of Armageddon and Meteor,
The sinking of the Everest, the overflowing of the Pacific.
The Coming of the Savior. Judgement.

Panic and Fear roam the streets.
People crying, on their knees, begging for mercy,
While non-believers try to make the most of this mess,
Indulging in their sacrilegious actions, heresies.

War and Conflict is everywhere,
People are committing murder on broad daylight,
The fresh corpses lie on the street, stepped on, run over.
They've all gone out of control.
Gunshots, Bomb blasts, Rain of Fire.
The fine line between Terrorist and Police cannot be defined.

****

Insanity. Madness. Ultimate Chaos.

****

And here It comes.
A Light from the heavens,
shining like a Thousand Suns.
No one could explain what It was,
They all stopped, dropped everything they were doing
and looked up in astonishment and awe.

Is It Jesus? Is It A Meteor? Has the Sun blown up?
Questions in their minds, but none of them spoke.
Destruction and Death is Inevitable.
The time it comes, no one knows.
but maybe this is the time.
Armageddon and Judgement.

Then. Complete Silence came.
It was more silent that you could ever imagine.
The Light shot to the ground and spread like wildfire.
Everything turned Immaculate white,
Everything was turned to dust.
No One was left. Nothing was Left.
Everything was Gone.

*****

A million years after,
there rose a being from the ashes.
He retained speech and sense, but he had no memory.
He was confused, as if he had been asleep.
Where Am I?
He ran. Ran to the highest peak he could reach.
and from there, he saw, a steam-punk era metropolis.
A place named A.R.E.A. One.

His name was Adam.

The Little Red Book's Best of 2009.

2009-12-31T23:59:00.002+08:00

I just wanted to make a Best Of 2009 - The Little Red Book entry. :] I have been writing for more than 5 years now! Gosh! :D I have to get these pieces published. haha. :)) any one wanna sponsor me? :P anyway...
Here are The Nominees for the Best Piece of 2009.
The Envelope, Thank You. Drum Roll Please...
Here are the Top 15 pieces in 2009 for The Little Red Book!

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Sayang, Ika'y Nagpaalam Kaibigan. - 71 Views
Drop The Paddle. - 63 Views
Young Love. - 39 Views
Secret Lives. - 38 Views
Proximity. - 38 Views
Red Streaks/Eclipse. - 30 Views
Fruits/Vegetables. - 22 Views
Next. Part Trois. - 22 Views
The Debutante's Friend. - 20 Views
The Ballroom Confessions. - 20 Views
Silent Reverie. - 20 Views
Ang Lakas ng Ulan. - 19 Views
Green Turtleneck. - 18 Views
On Uncharted Waters. - 16 Views
The Two Letters. - 16 Views

some runner-ups were:

I've garnered 2,263 views in over 28 countries! :D ofcourse, most of my readers are from the Philippines! Syempre naman, Pinoy is for Pinoy. :] Salamat Kababayan! Here are the top 15 Countries.

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Philippines
United States
Brazil
Canada
United Kingdom
India
Guam
Czech Republic
Australia
Japan
Netherlands
Finland
Morocco
Russia
Malaysia

I want to thank everyone who's read and supported The Little Red Book. I also want to thank Blogspot for hosting my site. It's been up for 2 years now! :D I also want to thank Google Analytics for the Data. 5 years and I'm still going at it. :P I Thank God for giving me the skill and gift of writing, I wouldn't be Migs without my words. :)) I thank everyone who has given me the inspiration to write this pieces and make these stories. :] I thank you with all my heart. :D

I will never stop writing, even if It kills me. :D
Look out for more in 2010.

This Is My Little Red Book.
It's Life On Paper.
Read On. Read Loud.

~ Migs.Miggy.Maskinao

Last Christmas.

2009-12-30T12:38:00.011+08:00

It was the eve of Christmas. Everyone was in the mood for merry making and cheer.

The streets were filled with lights, sounds and happiness. You can feel it in the air, the love and laughter of everyone. It was a nostalgic feeling. It was infectious, It was priceless. You can hear Christmas songs blaring from the neighbor's radio, the nearby Church calling for the Dawn Mass, and the chatter of passersby. The cool wind was blowing softly and sweetly, it was a rare weather in the Philippines where it was usually hot and humid.

Everyone was busy doing their own thing; one was watching Christmas shows on TV, some were busy preparing the Midnight feast, and another was busy sending SMS messages, making last-minute business deals. He, on the other hand, was on a mission, staring at himself in the mirror, sighing deeply from the butterflies inside his stomach. He felt he was going to suffocate, the anxiety was killing him. He only had five minutes to fulfill the mission, only had five minutes to make this right.

4 Minutes and 30 Seconds left. He silently went down and scanned the area. The coast was clear. They were all engrossed with their own activities, completely oblivious of their surroundings. Now was the perfect chance to escape. His heart was pounding. He was sweating like it was 90 degrees. He heaved a sigh and nodded. Let's Go. He slowly made his way to the door, appearing as if he was just going to get something outside. The moment the door closed, he ran like hell.

He was out, he was free, for now. He knew perfectly well that he only had a small window of time that they wouldn't notice him gone. He had to move quick. He had to reach Paseo as fast as possible, and walking approximately 5 kilometers in a minute was like graduating from College in a week. And to find a ride at this ungodly hour was almost impossible. Everyone in town was at home waiting for 12am to strike. How in the world can I get there, he asked himself, running aimlessly, hoping to find an answer ahead.

Up ahead, down the street, there were flashing lights coming towards him. Lo and Behold, It was a Public Utility Tricycle. He waved wildly and blocked the Tricycle's path. The vehicle's brakes screeched, stopping at its tracks and almost running over him. He asked (rather commanded) the man to take him to Paseo quick, getting inside without even confirming the service. The drive gave him a confused look, and said that he was not for hire tonight for he was on his way home. He clasped his hands together and begged, "Please, It's an emergency". The Man agreed, but asked for a fare increase. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Just Go Go Go", prodding the man to put the pedal to the metal and drive.

3 minutes left. The tricycle was going so fast it could fly. The streets were clear, only a few vehicles were on the road. The Lights from houses and lampposts were making him dizzy, It felt like he was sucked into a vortex of endless light. He clutched a wrapped book, it was a gift he bought for her. It was a Photography book, something she was interested in. He wanted to buy her the best Christmas gift, but "I guess the best gifts aren't bought", he thought to himself. He gave the present a last look, checking for anything ripped or damaged at the seams.

30 seconds. He arrived, and just in the nick of time. He got off and told the driver to wait. She got off a Honda CR-V, wearing a simple shirt, black shorts, and the most beautiful smile. He sighed deeply as he ran towards her. He was going to have a heart attack from the pressure and the happiness. His heart wanted to cherish the moment, but his mind keeps telling him to hurry up. He might be a dead man when he gets home because of this, but he didn't care. He needed this. He stopped in front of her, handed her the gift, greeted her a Happy Christmas and just quickly turned his back and ran to the tricycle awaiting him. He wanted to say so many things to her, He wanted to hug and kiss her, hold her hand and just be with her. He wanted more time, but time wasn't on his side that night.

He got home. He paid and thanked the man and bid him a Happy Christmas. The guy looked at him with a smile, as if to tease him about the scene a while ago. He reciprocated the sentiments and drove off. He sighed, Here Goes, as he entered his home, prepared for the worst to come.

but It didn't matter. None of It ever did.

Just seeing her that night made his Christmas extra special.

Well, Of course, that was Last Christmas, back in 2008.

He didn't see her at all in 2009.

Based On A True Story.

Hello, 2010.

Repeat Offender.

2009-12-19T13:16:00.008+08:00

You've done it once, now you've done it twice.

Guess you never learn from your mistakes.

What were you thinking? Were you Thinking?

Didn't you know the consequence of such actions,

Or you thought of them as mere coincidence?

You had the warnings written all around you.

Were you blinded by the promises he made?

Or were you just really blinded by "fate"?

You've made things a whole lot worse for everybody,

You're inconsiderate, you've failed everybody.

You Ultimately failed yourself.

Who knows if you'll get up now, who knows what will happen.

I don't even know who you are right now, Or why this keeps on happening.

You're not stupid, I know. You're not dumb.

but by what you did, i might just have to think you over.

You're not cruel, no. Not at all,

but by what you did (again), you killed him a thousand times more.

I pity the one who cares for you.

He did what he could to set your path straight.

He did what he had to do, but you keep on going sideways.

Repeat Offender,

put your hands behind your head and step away.

You've got the right to remain silent,

your reasons and excuses will fall on deaf ears.

It's a force of habit, a crime of passion,

We'll search the place and we don't need your permission.

We've got the evidence, growing right there inside of you.

This clearly isn't the work of the Divine, No Sir, It is not.

You've done it Once, now you've done it Twice.

I can't believe what i'm seeing with my own two eyes.

Silent Reverie.

2009-12-04T23:19:00.005+08:00

To thee I love so dearly,
My feelings of passion I do not hide, nor do I mince words to tell.
Rather, I tell it for what it's worth.
For in real words, I show my affection.
Through tender touch of hands and souls,
through conversations, poetry and prose.
For m'lady does not say what she feels,

rather, keeps it to herself, hidden and locked away safe.

I offered myself unto thee, as others also did,

to fight for the honor of your hand.

The Battle lasted for months and years,

through coldest days and sleepless nights.

And though it is not over, The Battle, I myself had lost.

I lost the will to fight, for it had been for naught.

All futile, all seemingly pointless and endless.

I lost faith in what i fought for.

Other Soldiers will fight for you, m'lady,

but not I. Not anymore.

I do not see myself fitting in an Army,

each one of us vying for your choice,

Fighting for your attention, care and affection.

This Love for so unrequited, spun around by situations and fate,

Hath been exhausted by all means.

I gave you attention so undivided, I gave you everything you ever wanted.

Unwittingly frail and gullible was I to believe that this feeling will be reciprocated.

Worlds and Angels will speak of truth,

As Men only speak of conquered nations and riches.

I bear no regrets, bitterness, or sorrow,

As I bid you, m'lady,

This Silent Reverie,

This last goodbye.

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*well, goodbye. :P
and good riddance.*

The Two Letters.

2009-11-19T22:24:00.005+08:00

I'm heading home, riding this tricycle,
when I happen to gaze up the night sky.
I remember you and I begin to smile.
I miss the times we spent together,
the mischief, the stories, the laughter,
just being next to each other.
You make me feel so good when you're around.
You draw my attention without making a single sound.

I don't know why you have this effect on me,
You make me happy without even doing anything.
I can just stare the whole day and be satisfied,
I can just talk to you the whole day and won't even get tired.
I'm jealous when other people treat you special,
I'm jealous when they call you by the nickname i gave you.
I feel so angry when you're angry,
I feel so down when you're sad.

You're simple yet special,
You're humble yet smart,
You're unassuming yet pretty,
You're something different.

I sigh, I get off the ride.
How I wish I could be with you tonight,
to see these lights and sounds around me right now.
How I wish I could stay with you,
lay down the grass and watch the night unfold.
I'd kiss your forehead and bid you goodnight,
kiss you once more and hug you so tight.

I nod my head,
I must be dreaming again.
I cannot muster the words to tell you this,
I cannot even say what I really feel.
I'm Scared.

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* fiction...
* wrong decisions. confusion.

Body Double.

2009-10-21T01:46:00.003+08:00

I was walking down the street hurriedly,
as I was running late, when I saw a familiar face.
There was some girl that looked like you walking ahead of me,
but she was just a little bit thinner.
Her hair flowed like yours, Her eyes just a little bit bigger.
She had complexion just like yours, a bit taller, but I couldn't really tell,
I haven't seen you for such a long time now.

Turns out, we were headed in the same direction.
She also rode the same ride i took and even sat beside me.
I was trying hard not to look, even trying harder not to stare,
but with each lash of the wind, I catch the scent of her hair.

I find my self thinking, but I quickly stop myself.
If not ignored, these thoughts I have will stay for sure.
I try to deviate my attention, I look out unto the streets.
But I'm like a moth to the flame, I get so easily lured.
I'm back again unconsciously staring at you, watching your every move.
Trying not to get caught, I manage a few glimpse here and there.
Suddenly our eye paths cross and pause for a split second, and we quickly turn away.

***

She was looking at me too,
I was sure of it.

***

My heart was beating five times faster. I didn't know what to do.
The fact that she's inches away from me makes me shiver.
And slowly, she's edging nearer and nearer.
Why? I ask myself. Confused by her the sudden actions.
She closed the gap in between us. And I cannot speak.
I can feel her shoulder on mine, maybe just even a graze would suffice.
I get goosebumps. Just the feeling of her touch made all the difference.
She looks like the real thing.
She feels like the real thing.
She looks like you.
She feels like you.
I wish she was You.

In that moment,
I felt again what I thought I lost a long time ago.
The feeling of you near me.
That feeling of such peace and satisfaction,
The feeling of pure happiness.
I await for you to come again,
and maybe next time you won't be such a mystery.

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*Proximity (Part Deux)

Proximity.

2009-10-11T23:36:00.005+08:00

The fact that you're in the same proximity as I am makes me shiver.
It makes my heart beat five times faster.
My Hands, they begin to Freeze,
and my Eyes are moving in all directions.
I'm watching your every step as you move closer to me.

The fact that you're inches away makes me shiver,
It makes the hairs on my skin stand on the end.
I'm Nerve-Wracked and Impatient.
I'm excited by the way you speak.
You're irresistible, I can barely talk.
I can barely breathe.
My eyes are locked unto you.
There's no escape and I begin to panic.

The effect you have on me is like Gravity,
You pull me closer and closer to you.
I can't stop, I can never stop.
I can't resist the attraction.
My senses are dull,
my mind is numbed.
You're everything that fills my head.
My Logic and Intellect are gone,
I'm left senseless and dumb.

The fact that you're in the same proximity as I am makes me shiver.
You make my heart beat five times faster.

On Uncharted Waters.

2009-10-03T02:40:00.007+08:00

On uncharted waters, I sail alone.

To which direction, I do not know.
I have gone many places,

but there is no place I call home.
I seem to be sailing aimlessly,
Wandering over murky depths of oceans and seas.
Hoping that I'd find my homeland,
The homeland I now lost, but once found.

The morning sun awakens

and greets me with his blue skies,
but realizes that his light did not shine on me.
He asks why darkness fills my heart, to which I reply:

"I have been cast away from my homeland

and I have been searching high and low.
Under every rock, every speck of sand and snow.
In every beautiful Island, I have tried to stay,
but It cannot appease my longing for my own in any way."

He drew near, whispers in my ear and tells me:
"Trouble not yourself with doubt and discouragement,
You may not find it now, but in this world nothing is certain.

I give you this Compass, It will point to where you must go.

Chase that dream until you find it."

The moon gleams over me during Nightfall.
She looks at me intently and tells:
"You are the Captain, the First Mate, and the Crew,
But how are you going to survive the coming days
when there is no one to look after you?"

I look up to her, and cried out in despair,
"This Ship might be filled with hundreds of people to help,
But I only need one to fill up this empty vessel."

She laid eyes upon my Ship, and reacted with much disgust.
"You cannot carry more than one person on deck,
you cannot carry that thing even if you find It.
Your small Ship would surely break apart,
For you both, on your Ship, would not fit."

"Here, take this piece of wood, and set it to the waters.
It will be your Ship that will take you to where you must go.
It will be strong enough to weather the strongest waves and storms.
Journey forth into the open seas, find what your heart desires."

With that, I set out with high hopes, Looking forward to the near future.
With Compass in hand and new vehicle on foot, I speed away.
On to my Journey, I shall not bend,
I cast my sail to the highest mast,
calling to the winds for their air to lend.

"I sing to the winds, blow high and strong!
Guide me to where I once belonged,
For satisfied, I am not, On this temporary refuge.
Take me to where I must be, and let me stay there for good."

It took Years and Months, And I never stopped.
Then one day The Compass clocked, ticked and disappeared.
I Found the place, the real shore.
It was right in front of me, and now I'm sure.
I found again what was lost, what was rightfully mine.
I could not speak, not a single line.
The feeling was priceless, It was like heaven.
There I was standing, In awe of it all,
I'm home, I found what i was looking for.

Ang Lakas Ng Ulan.

2009-09-19T14:32:00.006+08:00

*freestyle.

Ang lakas ng ulan.
Di ko malaman kung ano itong nararamdaman.
Pagkalungkot, Pagkatuwa, may uting Yabang.
Nakayanan ko palang itago ang lahat,
Nakayanan kong pigilin ang sarili, ang puso.

Nagwawala ang hangin,
napakalakas nitong bagyo, di ko na marining ang mga tunog.
Kumikidlat, Bumabaha, Galit ang Langit.
Para bang may gustong iparating. Para bang may gustong sabihin.
Pero ako'y nanahimik lamang, tatahimik na lamang.

Ang lakas ng ulan,
di ko na namalayan, unti unti na pala akong tinatangay,
nawalan na ako ng pakiramdam, namanhid.
Unti unti na akong inaalon ng tubig.
Ngunit di ako gumagalaw, hayaan na lamang,
dalhin nalang ako kung saan man dumating.

Lahat ng ito,
nangyayari sa loob ng aking Isipan at puso,
habang sa labas ako'y payapa, masaya at maligalig.
Nakatago sa likod ng aking pagkatao. Nakatago sa likod ng anino.
Ang bagyo sa aking damdamin, Di na tumigil pa, Di na humupa ang baha.
Di na ako uulit pa, Hindi na.

Nakalimutan ko na ang pakiramdam,
Pakiramdam na dati lubos sa saya.
Inalon na ng tubig ang aking puso't kaluluwa.
Di na ulit babalik, Di na ako lalayag upang hanapin ka pa.
Ika'y lumisan na, kinain na ng aking ala-ala.

Ang Lakas ng Ulan.
Kasing Lakas ng Agos ng aking mga Luha.