And again, he played with his words
And again, I wished they were mine
And again, I said with a curse
Again, it was never mine to mind.

And again, he proceeded with charm
And again, I would see him around
And again, there's nothing I could do
*Again, how do I not want you?

Heal me with your words that lather
Untangle the strings I attached to your heart
Dun me until you see me no longer
Upon your feet, as I tear apart
But hear my words as they sound louder:



"                                                "



even from the start.

Why?
When every time we play with words
And add music to verses we don't sing
And give meanings by hiding reality
Behind the mask of our wondrous craft,
The time comes for us to be at last, at least,
Entirely understood
By people who are just as we are
Entirely misunderstood.

Touch every tip of my fingers
And let your own fill me inside
Begging to electrify my senses
Feel a place where you want to hide.

Censor not the view til the sun shines
Hide not the melody for no disguise
Take me to your highest wonders
Lift up your head like a roaring sky.

Pound, oh heart, I love it fast
Reach the depths of my words' lust
Read my eyes as we reach the top
And let us fall for each other at last.

She knew so well, she was broken
Grazed by the dark episodes of her life
But for a reason not well spoken
She bottles up her pretty lies.

Too soon, oh Heaven. How do I despair?
Should You becalm the sea, why not seemingly fair?

Questions and tempest, in just a minute stare
All, in a trice, turned out as an awful nightmare
Hovering over the memories, hearts are still in pain
Tears are carefully hidden, sore wounds she'd rather feign.

I knew I wasn't dreaming, but for once I'd like to know.
Can we still dream much further despite a losing show?

Such a lax image, she tends to portray
Religiously, so patiently, she never goes astray
At the darkest edges of her discernible universe
Beyond our keenest senses, she buries a pitch black curse.

Shame on me, my steadfast wishes, I can hardly collect.
Another revolution yet; oh, how do I deflect?

Like a western avalanche, her days came rolling by
As if they're going out of hand, over her head, we can testify
She can just give up, or give another shot, no one seems to know
But in her mind, she knows just why she was there all from the word go.

I know to whom I shall only concede, never to a ruthless battle.
Disjoint, unarmed, I could always be; but my faith, no one can throttle.

And so the tale of this one staunch damsel never ended wrong
She might have had some tough good byes, but that made her strong
Cropping out the tragedy from the frame, she tries to recover from drama
Star-crossed, perhaps, but not til she stops becoming the one tough Andrea.

Soulful
Not a whine
Sad, though
Simple rhyme.
Standing
Held the mic
Burning
Space and time.
Strike up
Keep light
Open up
Bright eyes.
Loose notes
Dark hall
Still air
Tears fall.
Left alone
End song
Young man
Carry on.

I was never that girl.
Was I?

I know just right.

Take a deep breath.
Gladly turn your back.
Never drop a tear.
Just wish me luck.


I was never that girl.


We know just right.


"She's the one..."



End.

*Not I.

Play with words, but not with my feelings,
Forever, reach for your own sky
Find your glory until you touch the brink
But meddle not when I'm that high.

Your eyes may not simply discover why
Our hearts may not wander tonight
But let me show you my lovely guise
Away from stark heartaches and lies.

Hit one, strike a couple o' letters on the board
Let emotions flow until you can't seem to afford
Simply stream of consciousness working on us now
Then you'll have to put your heavy armors down.

See the beauty of your thoughts float by the bay
Together with your weary heart, let them go astray
Yours and mine, like blind ants, will surely find a way
A beautiful art, the poem in us, our love, I'll have to say.

Hopeful daylight, dark as ebony
Contrite, I was, after all the tragedy,
Benign, scars are, when they forever bleed
Oh no, please don't, just let me believe.

Crushed, I've been, on that mirthful day
Scorched, frozen are my corrupted veins,
Cold, pained, and yet you seemed to care
Truth, ***** me with your exciting stare.

I lost my day, had found you there
You took me in, and played **** well,
Blind me, Death; let light prevail
Your truth, locked spell, uttered anyway.

Remove them pictures in your hand
Burn them mem'ries in your head,
Lit up the pile of hearts you've broken
Feed my delight, our awful cravin'.

Reminiscing, quietly, standing there
Against the wind, looking just fair,
Behold your nasty nonexistent affair
Catastrophic scene of a peaceful blare.

Think not, not ever, of her, forget
Instead, let dream, inhibit regret,
Back down, leave, regain no disgrace
Love her not, and suddenly, replace.

The genius of a thousand words all combined
through a fateful unity, no true clarity
to touch a stoical soul.
I love it.

The genius of her truly timeless thoughts
like that of a willful dreamer
lived, lasted, now braver.
I found it.

The genius of a playful imagery
bound to reconsider
glee or tragedy.
It is it.

The genius of a hopeful recovery
from the grimmest sorcery
with pure beauty, oddity
For anyone's anatomy
finds a way to thee
Oh, powerful,
Real genius,
*Poetry!

I do poetry
not for the sake of creating confusions,
or miserable interjections, or an uphill struggle
to unravel such an ignominious mystery,
bound to recollect the scattered pieces of my soul
as it ends a series of endless wailing,
of countless days of badly breaking,
of numerous attempts to keep me from falling,
at the deepest fissures I am left with.
But, man,
Thank you.
I thank you all for that,
for as long as I have an ocean of emotions to feel,
for as long as this life gives me false guarantees,
as long as my heart continues to blindly receive,
as long as the universe gives us a reason to still dream,
as long as you have your eyes to read what I really feel,
I will not mark an end to my desire to fill
an empty surface, so as to truly reveal
that I may refuse to let the world in
but I know I can give it another try
in another time, when I get my old self back
and find her ready to feel again,
fresh and free from fancy frustrations.
Loud and sound, I will someday astound
the souls that tried to bring the worst out of me
and will divulge the best of me.
I'll say, at last, I am finally free,
and thanks for making me see
that even without you, I can always be.
Thanks for the memories.
Thanks for the tears.
Thanks for all.
It was truly a bliss
to let go of what it's not worth it.
Let's think it was worth it.
My crazy, little, once-upon-a-time-dream,
you saw how I ebbed out of my soul.
Now, you will be seeing
how I will flow back to the shore,
with a stronger heart and a bolder soul,
through this bland and lonely poem.

Sometimes
it is our own emotions
that drag us down
keep us from flying
tearin' us apart
leaving us
with a broken heart.

But sometimes
it is just our own minds
that release too much hate
love, trust and faith
tend to dissipate
all at once
without a single sign.

And sometimes,
it is our soul
that gives us the reasons
to rejoice much more
live a joyous life
like we're in His paradise
as one day, we'll all be.

But this time,
know that it's just you
who can only decide
make your dreams come true
never end the show
never let it go
it's when your 'bout to grow.

Man, you'll never get wrong
Though everything seems wrong
Just put on a content face
Be proud of your current phase
But dare to search afield
Despite the worsening feel
*Go catch your dream, bold soul!

Darling, you will be alright.
When you think the clouds won't ever go away,
alone on the sand looking at the outer space,
watching the birds hum through the rainy day,
sleeping on a cold, lonely couch while you're far away,
listening to old songs you know you can never sing again,
still valuing mem'ries you know you'll never regain
trying to pick the cluttered pieces on the floor,
wishing as though you've never wished before,
not to hear the ravaging music in your head
and thinking you could just be plain dead,
expecting to see things so nice in your head,
but you're only seeing stained windows instead,
yet know that this life won't let you lose in the end
and there's still a better way for wounds to mend
for there's no other way to make you feel better
than to think that no one's broken forever.
Darling, you will be alright,
remember.

- M. C.

I used to believe that winning is the best thing in life,
that true success comes from the best efforts,
that this life is just one huge competition,
that it’s all about you and your ego,
that losing is one of the worst
things that may happen
to one who aims
success.
But now,
I just realized
that in order to achieve
whatever it is that we want,
we must know how it feels like to
break or bend, to be rated or be spent
and still manage to smile and lift our heads,
and learn that just when we thought we had died,
we’ll realize that we were only trying to know we’re alive.

Every good thing shall happen...

like Friday nights and party rush
surprise calls from a long-time crush
auburn leaves and a cup of tea
cozy couch and a good movie
a sweet embrace, granted wishes
locked up hands, friendly kisses
perfect music, fireworks galore
passionate poetry, books in store
skinny-dipping, pineapple juice
mountaineering, romantic cruise
stick-it notes and scented letters
white rose petals and silver glitters
dusty slip-on and faded pantaloons
sweetened berries and tasty prunes
smooth raps and slow rock hits
magnetic charm and awesome wits
11:11 verses and chicken bones
starry night skies, pebbles and stones
a perfect score, crispy pizza crust
locks and highlights, passionate lust
skirts and pumps, pictures of us
Halloween treats and wedding fuss
hot cappuccino, jam and jelly
first paycheck, winning the lottery
chocolate mousse, ice cold drinks
ocean waves, seductive winks
silk and laces, laughs after cries
cool car drifting and belly butterflies
left hand scribbles, messy hair buns
Oakley goggles and water guns
funny jokes, late night talks
rainy days, twilight walks
flickering lights, vintage cars
logs in swamps and monkey bars
a hopeful daybreak, latte aroma
fogged up glasses, squeaky veranda
carnation in bloom, warm summer breeze
slow love-making, trimmed cypress trees
naughty kiddie play, blindfolds and tricks
mistletoe and acorns, fresh and fancy kicks
baked salmons and grilled corn
ending fights and a newborn
free-verse poetry, an orchestral song
a stranger's smile, a dancing throng
finishing a novel, Luna's glow
binding friendships, December snow

but the best thing for me, I'd like you to know
is to tell you finally that I Love You So.

What did I tell myself?
What did I make myself believe?
I guess it's nothing but a lie
I guess it's just the reason that I die.

Where did this lead me to?
Why do reasons just come and go?
I never opened a door for fright
I might just hurt the one who tries.

Was it a nice beginning I tend to cut?
Well, now a bitter ending never meant to last
Indeed, a lesson I refuse to learn
I built my walls out of a raging storm.

She'd flip her hair on your sun-burnt face
and giggle when you get ******
or maybe laugh at your flimsy jokes
but still, she'll kiss your pursed lips.

She might hang your wet socks by the pane
and let the world see its holes
or turn your tumblers into colorful vases
but surely she'll put an "I love you" note.

She could paint your wheels with pink and purple
and put sand in your costly sneaks
or surely annoy you with her singing voice
but she'll sing like you are the lyrics.

She would bring you overly toasted buns
the ones she did for about three hours
and open the windows to let the rays in
as she jumps on your bed to touch your skin.

She'll be putting pebbles on your doorstep
but surely you will just know
'cause her scent leaves on her trail
like a flower in summer glow.

She might just grow tired doing stuff
trying to put a big smile on your face
but just like a child, you'll see her there
an angel calmly sleeping in your place.

I don't know how to
touch your heart
or create an art
bring you the sun
or spill some fun
stop the rain
or heal your pain
but I know
someday
we'll know.

I don't know how to
kiss you so sweet
or sweep you off your feet
crawl up to bed
or make me stay in your head
touch you with passion
or ****** with an action
but I bet
together
we're off and set.

I don't know how to
to bring the perfect words
into a perfect poetry
or heal your deepest wounds
with my sweetest melody
an excitement for a night
with subtle sensitivity
but what is only known
to someone like me
I will always be waiting
til the sun meets the sea.

I am.

What could've been there, we don't seem to know.
Deep inside, I wanted to be all that your soul ever wanted.
But I know,
I knew even before,
that when the time comes that I need to know the truth,
it would be the most painful one.
That day came like a bitter storm on a sunny summer day.
Slowly,
it has torn
even
the thinnest
piece
of faith
I had
for myself.
It was nothing for a goner like me to taste such bittersweet kiss of reality.
It was all natural, so typical,
very fantastical, extremely tragical.
Surely, it wasn't me all along.
It wasn't me alone.
It was never me.
I know, there are things I thought I knew and understood well:
things I thought were real,
things I knew were just so fine.
I gave up on the idea of nothingness despite the vague feel.
I set it aside, knowing that there might have been, just hidden.
But, of course, everything was plain wrong;
it wasn't surprising, though!
Guess I just got the price for having hoped too much on things that seemed real.
Well, they seemed to be the greatest stuff I'd ever felt,
after a long while.
At least, it was.
It really was until I had to realize it wasn't.
Accept. Regret. Forget.
I tried to release the tension in my head.
I tried [so hard] to cover those tears up, until I'm all alone.
I tried to shake it off,
stroll around the city,
see some happy faces,
read a boring notebook,
or just hang in there and look for some pain again.
I tried, I swear, I tried until I finally grew tired.
Because in everything I had to do, I just have to think there was you,
who had been there all along to make me realize such dismal truth,
that once in my life, I met someone, thought he was the one,
but broke it all in just a while with his cold song.
And once again, I knew, I felt
I was falling in love
With someone,
*Alone.

I'm loving you again.

You were the love song
That was sang through the breeze
When there was no one to blame
For what I thought was certainty

Maybe the reason
After all that has gone
Was to bring back love for me
And fill my heart with lullabies

But my melody
Failed to reach out to you
When the clouds seem to cover
My lonely heart from loving you

I watched the sunset
Sealed with so much regret
I could’ve been happy now
Knowing that there is something more

My words can’t perfect
My flaws command regret
My heart that was once broken
Further breaks into tiny bits

There’s nothing to do
Life has taught me two things
Do what might be right for you
Or taste the pain of might-have-beens.