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Atat

Today, I finished my exam 45 minutes ahead of time

Waiting for the glorious bell
Sitting on my chair was living hell

I watched every tick-tock
But it was as if the hands of time were stuck

With that 45 minutes, I could have rode the train
Coz All day long you were in my brain

With every second that disappear
I could already have stroked her beautiful hair

With every wasted second spent
I could already have smelled her sweet scent

With every second lost at hand
I could already have held her hand

With every second that flies
I could already have seen her wonderful smile

With every single second that pass
Was precious time I could have spent with my lovely lass

Oh dear professor.. Please let me go..
I just miss her so..

Sweet Escape

HISTORY: The way I feel as I'm writing this one.

Dying could be a wonderful thing
A quick escape from all the wonders of living
As the wonders give life, painful death they give as well
Makes this lonely life tantamount to living hell
Dying could be a wonderful thing
A sweet escape from the winters of spring.

Final Act

History: This was written last January 25, 2009. Don't wanna elaborate, just read and actually there's no need to comprehend.


I wish I could be the man whom you dream at night
Someone who can hold you tight
Take care of you when you don't feel right

I wish I could be the man who could kiss you goodnight
Someone who can walk you home every night
Fetch you even at the break of light

I wish I could be the man who could hold your hand
Enjoy simple daily pleasures hand in hand
Make you smile sweetly and make you feel grand

I wish I could be the man who could give
meaning and reason to your daily existence
Someone who can make you laugh even if it is non-sense

I wish I could be the man whom you love irreplaceably and sweetly
The one whom you can tell:
"You complete me"

I wish I could be the man who would say: "I do"
As you would too
Forge a heavenly pact to last forever through

I wish I could be the world to you as you are the world to me
But I must accept the painful reality
That some things are really not meant to be
As created by playful destiny

For I'm not the man your heart is beating for
I'm just a boy with my heart's loving desire
A product of wishful thinking when I thought you were mine
I know it's making me selfish and dire
That's why I must now put out the fire
Let go of my selfish desire
For love is selfless and kind
Now, all I wish is for you to be happy in life

I love you...

Goodbye...

Memory Lane

Tonight, I rode my bike to memory lane
The exact path we took that fateful Friday
Stranded in a sea of traffic
We walked our way as for me it was magic

I offered you my hand
"Safety hand rail?" as I smiled
Also with a smile you declined
As for me I understood

As we walked our way through smoke and dust
I can't help myself but grab your hand
You said my name, I heard your mind
Still I understood

Just as we were at a bend
One of our jokes you said
"Kidnap me with your bike?" you jokingly stated
"Elope???" mischievously in my mind I retorted

In an attempt to avoid the magical breeze
We found ourselves in an empty street
As I gleefully thought
"This could be a romantic treat!"

As we walked in that quiet street
The temptation became upbeat
My hand on your shoulder I carefully and lovingly put
"I'm just guiding you" as I floated through the well-lit court

While approaching a dark bend
We held each others hand
Again you reminded me of mayhem
But for me it was only "carpe diem"

As we walked in that seemingly long and winding road
You cheerfully told me things I should seriously uphold
But I choose not to comprehend
"Why just it can't be you?" is all I can resend

We decided to go back to the main street
As I caressed your soft cheek
You gave me a quick sweet kiss
Which made my day more than complete

As we stand in that street corner
I wished I could be a mind reader
You stood so silent like a soldier
So I stupidly acted like a lover which made things weirder

We were in front of the pedestrian lane
But it seems that every car was running at three hundred and eight
Waiting for nothing, waiting for something
There I was with you pleased and enjoying

As we rode the jeep, I looked at the time
To my surprise it was already 2 hours past the time of nine
It all happened in a blur, time dilation does really occur
In sweet slow motion everything recur

I'm really thankful for that fateful night
When I got the chance to be your knight
For an hour or two I was with you
How I wish everything could be true

Now,here I am in this memory lane reliving the magic
Here I am very nostalgic
In this memory lane everything happened in a blur
In sweet slow motion everything recur.

Pisay Syndrome

History: Wrote this one immediately after finishing "Charity Ward". The poem reflects my attitude towards my studies in college(even up to now). I'm a proud and arrogant pisay graduate student who does not study for all my subjects in college. I don't even take notes and even don't make assignments and now that attitude is really hard to change. It is very toxic, I tell you but I'm trying to change.

Like an eagle flying but on a night sky

Pride and arrogance is my light as I soar high

As I fly higher my light gets weaker

The night gets darker as I fly going nowhere

Darkness ate my flight as I succumb to failure and doom

Now I must fly again to reach my destination soon.

Blog Starter

This blog shall contain my past and present literary compositions which I composed passionately. I actually have many but only few were from the heart but I will still try to find my old compositions. I will be posting some of my recent compositions so just wait.

Charity Ward

History: Wrote this one on March 9, 2008 at about 3am when my aunt was rushed to the hospital due to hemorrhage and extreme anemia which was caused by her myoma. I was really very angry that time to the hospital's cashier because they won't transfuse blood(which was badly needed because of her RBC count was extremely low) to my auntie until the transfusion fee was settled.

A long narrow hall of blue and white

Little sickly voices sleeping tight

Dreaming of tomorrow would be alright

But with no gold the future is far from sight

For this narrow hall of blue and white

Is operating with a greedy might

Charity and compassion should have thrived

In this forsaken narrow hall of blue and white

So that these little sickly voices sleeping tight

Would have a brighter tomorrow in sight.