Pour Me A Drink

Pour me a drink

Just one glass is fine

Got to do something

Just to pass the time.

Pour me a drink

Just a little alcohol is good

I know I can't drink too much

But then, maybe, I should.

Pour me a drink

Then I'll no longer have to cry

I won't have to feel

The pain creeping inside.

Pour me a drink

If I get drunk its cool

Then maybe I won't feel

That I'm such a fool.

Pour me a drink

I'm gonna pass out now

No one will look for me

And I don't want to be found.

Pour me a drink

Ooops! No more for tonight

I no longer feel the hurt

Even after you're gone in my life.

Tomorrow I'm hangover

But what do I still think?

My heart is still broken

So pour me another drink.

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Depression

Depression is slowly creeping towards me
Ghostly shadow in red eyes looking down on me
Dying, betrayed by the hopelessness I saw
With such hatred and despise, pain is true

I try to stop the tears from falling
But I can't, I find myself in a pit, failing
The pain is all over me and become so great
I find myself cutting too deep, ending to late

I go with my days and act everything's okay
But as my life goes on it hurts more in every way
Then I start thinking who would care
If one day they woke up and I weren't there

The day seems to be dark and stormy
It's getting colder now and darkness consumes me
I wrapped myself with blanket and crawl to bed
Hoping and wishing that this sadness will end.

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Dove

A beautiful white dove
Were trapped in a cage
Her head bowed,
Down and low
Her song travels far
But not far enough
She wishes to be free
For her heart is now heavy
And her new life is dreary
Her wings cover the tears
She afraid to show
Her eyes are full of fear
She want to let it go
Why must cruel people
Destroy true love?
"One day..." she whispers
Her song will be heard
Her lovely brave raven
Will spread his dark wings
He will fly across seven sea's,
And hold her in his wings.
Hoping that it is not a dream
And the fate cross their ways
How she wishes now to be free
She can not wait to be with him
And he can fly her away
In the heaven breeze
With love, they'll float night and day.

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Thanks For The Memories

I gently close my eyes, begin to sleep

Memories of our happy moments, still I keep
I look back to our laughter and smiles
Sweet voice of yours I hear from miles
So here I am again missing you

You don't wan't me like this, I know
One day you will be missing me too
Uneasy, but, I wish you will do

Sorry for the things that I've done
Only you I can think of, now you're gone

Maybe someday you will forget the you and me
Unfold the ending of our unwritten story
Change nothing but the mistakes from the past
Happy thoughts will take place, make it last

Morning seems coming on our way
And brighter tomorrow will show and sway
Remember me 'cause I won't forget you
You will always be my best, Thank You!

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Why I Write?

I've been this group literati for about a months now and I should say it is definitely not a simple task to be a part of the group. I have been exerting effort to ponder a good outcomes of writings. To a certain extent, it is a heavy responsibility. But then, consequently, I find it gratifying to perceive those who are reading and enjoying my work.

Why I write?

I'm not writing to stay in the group (Literati) nor to impress my readers. I'm writing to stay being myself. I write to express my feelings and to explore my thoughts and put them into words. I usualy write when I'm bored or I do not have any thing else to do. Writing lets me get out of my anger and stress and put it on a piece of paper. I write because I need to. When i feel like I have something good to write on. I do it to express my feelings to someone, to show them my feelings and see what they think of it. I write to explain myself better. I got a lot to say but I don't know how to say it. I feel better expressing myself through writing. It doesn’t matter to me what people think of my poems. They can always be harsh, evil or even sweet. But in the end it’s always me. I write for myself not for them.

I am not a big fan of writing, however sometimes it is necessary. As a writer, you are always in contact with what gives you life. You are using your life for writing -- your whole being is there. I can't even say to myself that I am a writer. I could write. It was just me and my laziness sometimes going against it. The person who does not believe in me is me. So I ought to work on that. So it was not really the writing but the biggest block was believing that I can do it.

In the beginning I found myself drawn toward writing about my life. And just tried to write a poem one day because an idea came to my mind. I found I was not good at it then I practiced more and developed my new poems. It's something I'm quite passionate about and I want to be able to write and I'd just try things out. So I often shifts writing styles from the informal to the formal, vice versa, exploring and adding new vocabulary along the way. I believe that it would help me to shape better my literary skill.

For me the best poems come from what you're feeling and things that you've been through. It is what I do for my poems.

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One Last Time

We're have our own lives

We'll take a glimpse of the real world

You're still locked up in my mind

We're trapped in a puzzle of relationship

That goes on with or without you

I search for your heart,

I search for my true self

I swim the ocean of the unconscious

Watch the sunset of broken chords

A summer of a shattered sword

I'm sweetly reminiscing the past

Of two wings that embracing

I still think nothing but love

Only days passing without nights

Don't worry coz you're not alone

I'm still on your mind

Let me take you to the place of no regrets

I'm still at your best

You are no doubt aware of the problems

But I'm afraid to see it

I'm shaken by the fact

And I can't even barely move

Tears will pass through

I'm the one who's got to leave

Nobody's really got to leave

I just need to explain it later

Maybe it's time to say goodbye

I just want to see you one last time.

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Anna

"d2 na aq sa mall... asan kna?"
"malapit na aq... w8 lang"

Ano kaya ang sasabihin niya sa'kin? Ang seryoso ng mga text niya. Bakit kaya kailangan pang kausapin niya ako ng personal at hindi pwedeng sa phone nalang kami mag-usap? Di tuloy ako nakatulog pagkatapos niyang tumawag kaninang madaling araw. May sasabihin daw siya sa'kin pero di naman siya nagsasalita sa kabilang linya ng telepono. May nangyari kayang hindi maganda? Kinakabahan na tuloy ako. Sana hindi ito yung kinakakatakutan kong mangyari samen.


Mahal ko si Anna at gagawin ko ang lahat para hindi siya mawala sa akin. Maglilimang taon na din kami at marami na kaming napagdaanan. Awayan, tampuhan, hiwalayan, at sa huli nagkakabati din kami. Halos lahat na ng posibleng mangyari sa isang relasyon ay napagdaanan na namin at yung mga pangyayaring iyon ang mas lalong nagpatatag sa pundasyon ng samahan namin.
"asan kna?"

"d2 na aq sa labas ng mall"
"cge.. hintayn lang kta dto sa 4th floor dun sa tagpuan naten "

Habang papasok ako sa mall ay mas lalo akong kinakabahan. Bumibilis ang kabog ng aking dibdib. 'Di ko maipaliwanag.
Tanaw ko na si Anna sa malayo. Medyo matamlay at kung titingnan mabuti ay halata sa kanyang mga mata na hindi pa siya nakakatulog. Ang dami na tuloy tumatakbo sa isipan ko kung ano ba talaga ang nangyari at kung ano ang problema niya. Namin. At sa pagkakataong ito ay doble na ang kaba na nararamdaman ko.

Pagkakita niya saken ay agad niya akong nilapitan at niyakap niya ako ng mahigpit. Hanggang ngayon ay natutunaw parin ako sa mga yakap niya at pinapawi nito ang pangamba ko. Ilang minuto din siyang tahimik at hindi narin ako nagsalita. Niyakap ko narin siya pabalik.
"Babe?" bulong ni Anna na medyo may kalamigan ang boses.

"Bakit?" tanong ko na may halong kaba.

"Babe, buntis ako..."

Parang biglang huminto ang paligid. Di ako makapagsalita. Huminto din ang pagtibok ng puso ko na kanina pa kumakabog sa kaba.

"Babe, ano gagawin ko? Naten?" tanong ni Anna na nag-uumpisa ng umiyak.
"Pano ko 'to sasabihin kay Nanay at Tatay? Pano na ang pag-aaral ko?"

"Babe, magsalita ka naman"

"Babe?" at tuluyan ng humagulhol sa pag-iyak si Anna.

Imbes na magsalita ay niyakap ko nalang siya ng mahigpit at pinapakalma. Pinaparamdam ko sa kanya na di siya mag-iisa at kasama niya akong haharapin ang responsibilidad sa nagawa namin. Hinawakan ko siya sa kanyang mga pisngi at pinunasan ang mga luha na patuloy na pumapatak sa kanyang mga mata.

"Tahan na..."

Tinitigan ko siya at binigyan ng isang matamis na ngiti.

"....Wag ka na umiyak tulungan mo nalang ako mag-isip ng magandang pangalan para sa magiging baby natin" 

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