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menmarou Dec 2014
~Entry #1 12.02.14

Akala ko madali lang ang lahat. Ang yabang ko pa.. sabi ko mai-inlove din saken to. pero mali pala..
ako yung na-inlove eh.

Ang sakit pala, kasi ginawa ko na lahat ng kaya ko, lahat ng paraan para lang abutin siya, tulungan siya, kasi naiintindihan ko siya.. sobra.
Pero ang sakit pala kapag ikaw lang yung lumalaban. ikaw lang yung naghahangad ng happy ending, kasi sa dulo walang ganun, walang happy ending..
kasi nde pa siya maka move on.
ang masaklap pa nito ..
matatanggap ko pa sana kung yung mga umaaligid na babae kasi madali naman sila paalisin, pero yung kalabanin mo yung bababeng minahal niya ng sobra bago ka dumating..
nde ko kaya. ang sakit pala.
ang tanga ko kasi nde ko kayang magalit sa kanya, kasi hanggang ngayon naiintindihan ko pa din siya.
lintik na one sided to oh. nde ko alam na ganito pala kasakit ang mag mahal ng isang taong nde sayo..
let me rephrase that. taong nde magiging sayo
akala ko. yang word na yan, madaming namamatay diyan . isa na ako dun,
naniwala ako sa sarili ko na magiging okay ang lahat sa amin. pero nde pala..
ibang iba sa reality, kainis kasi eh napaka hopeless romantic ko kaya ayan kahit imposible sumugal..
pero nakita ko na kasi na ganito mangyayari eh,
nasa isip ko. "nde naman siguro ganon, kasi kahit papaano mahalaga na ako sa kanya, malay mo naman diba? mai-nlove"
Assuming din kasi ako, kasalanan ko din..
sa simula pa lang naman kasalanan ko na. Sinubukan ko kasi gusto ko siya eh. gustong gusto.
pero eto pa din ako, naghihintay, umaasa pa din ako kahit pinaliwanag niya na sa akin na nde pwede.
nakakulong kasi siya sa regret at pain in the past. sabi niya gusto niya lang daw ako "protektahan" lintek na.

Nasasaktan na ako eh. sobrang sakit.
welcome to SMP menma.
~unspoken feelings.
menmarou Nov 2014
Everything is a mess,
And I'm trying to change it;
A knight with messed up past
Dwelling too much
Can't risen up from the regret he made;

Thus here lying;
The warrior who keeps fighting,
Reaching the knight who keeps falling;
Thus the warrior should keep fighting?
or just to let go now?

Whose stupid?
The warrior who keep reaching the soldier in deep pain?
Or..
The soldier eaten by the past he made?
menmarou Nov 2014
It is so hard to stranded by a love story.
Where I can feel the near end but the story is isn't ending..
Much confusing is today;  He loves me,
Tomorrow; He doesn't Care,
Tonight; I'm Special,
The Next Day; I'm Nothing,
~Emotions put in a pen then write it down in a paper, I don't need to explain much. Its enough,
menmarou Nov 2014
One of the hardest thing in life
is Letting Go
Whether its Guilt, Anger, Love,
Loss or Betrayal;
Change is never easy.
We fight to Hold On
and
We Fight to **Let Go
menmarou Nov 2014
You will never have to force anything that's truly meant to be
menmarou Nov 2014
I peer at the bottom well where I draw from cerulean waters;
Chablis of the worn out grape harvester,
your eyes intoxicate me;
You are the solace granted to the weary me,
the balm of my heart;
I accept to be a castaway with no beacon for guidance,
as long as I wreck in your coasts;
how delightful it is to abandon oneself!

At times...
I see your very beauty shape shift before my eyes,
my soul mate...
Could it be this alchemy we tried to achieve on?
Has Hermes Trismegistus given away his secret?
May this shaft of light traverse us endlessly,
as dusk never befall our zenith
(c) zii
by my awesome friend
  Nov 2014 menmarou
Lambert Mark Mj
To be broken of fleeting bliss,
If you heart's demand is unclear,
When your eyes are filled with mist,
What hands will hurt and what hands will bear,

As everyone's heart will be shifted
Our tears that wipe our view unto reality
It is the droplets of water that is true and vivid
And it is that, that declines the fallacy

'Til you lean unto another's arm
Let your window be hazy and confound
Embrace the wind's mild harm
Shedding those tears is what makes us unbound

Because when we stumble into a puddle of dreams
We see below whatever dread and lie
Of the continuous glum of streams
'Til then I will let you cry
-work in progress-
For the hasty menma.
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