sabi mo sa akin, may oras para sa lahat ng bagay. siguro nga, meron. pero 'di mo ba naisip na ang oras tumatakbo? nawawala... sa paglipas nito, nakakalimot ang tao.
matagal na kitang hinihintay. matagal na akong nasa ere mag-isa. at aaminin ko sa'yo, naisip ko nang bumitaw.
alam kong hindi ako ang priority mo. alam kong marami ka pang gustong marating... magawa... minsan tuloy naisip ko, ganun lang ba talaga kaliit ang halaga ko sa'yo?
may oras para sa lahat ng bagay. siguro nga. pero ngayon, ang oras mo'y lipas na. tapos na ang oras para hintayin kang isali ako sa mundong ginagalawan mo.
ngayon oras ko nang humanap ng ikaliligaya ko.
2005, reposted - originally created November 5
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Sunday, November 4, 2007
Where It Ached
Her whole body ached as blood flows from it. Finally, she’s feeling the peace she had wanted so much. The sharp blade of the dagger drips her blood… warm blood… her blood… She tried to smile as memories filled her senses… as her strength fades…
She remembered him as she drifted into unconsciousness. In her mind she saw him smiling at her, his eyes whispering silent promises. She felt her lips form a smile… It was as if she was at that moment again. In her sub-consciousness, she felt her hands reached for him. Just as she was about to, the vision faded. Her hands fell at her side.
The next image she saw was what had hurt her and caused her pain. She saw him leaving her alone… in that time when she needed him most. She was calling him again and again… He didn’t look her way. What he did was enough to make her insane.
He had caused her so much pain. She’d rather be insane than feel all the hurt he’d given her. Pain filled her heart. She was at lost. After months of loneliness and crying, she did what she thought was the best thing to do… She went to her apartment, took a knife and stabbed herself where it ached.
Tonight was that night… She could feel her life going weaker against each minute that passed. As she closed her eyes to accept what she had given to herself, she heard him speaking… His voice was inaudible, but she can sense that he was afraid. There were even tears from his face, falling to her face.
He was calling her… He was doing everything he can to stop the bleeding. She could hear him now… His words clear but frightened. He was asking her forgiveness. He was asking her to talk to him. She wanted to… She tried to open her mouth to speak but she had no more strength to do so… she heard him cry.
He was telling her to fight. With her remaining strength, she shook her head… lifted his fingers to his lips and whispered: “I love you…”
She gave him her forgiveness. She smiled when he held her hand and kissed her bloody palm. With that, she breathed her last…
reposted - originally created November 19 2004
She remembered him as she drifted into unconsciousness. In her mind she saw him smiling at her, his eyes whispering silent promises. She felt her lips form a smile… It was as if she was at that moment again. In her sub-consciousness, she felt her hands reached for him. Just as she was about to, the vision faded. Her hands fell at her side.
The next image she saw was what had hurt her and caused her pain. She saw him leaving her alone… in that time when she needed him most. She was calling him again and again… He didn’t look her way. What he did was enough to make her insane.
He had caused her so much pain. She’d rather be insane than feel all the hurt he’d given her. Pain filled her heart. She was at lost. After months of loneliness and crying, she did what she thought was the best thing to do… She went to her apartment, took a knife and stabbed herself where it ached.
Tonight was that night… She could feel her life going weaker against each minute that passed. As she closed her eyes to accept what she had given to herself, she heard him speaking… His voice was inaudible, but she can sense that he was afraid. There were even tears from his face, falling to her face.
He was calling her… He was doing everything he can to stop the bleeding. She could hear him now… His words clear but frightened. He was asking her forgiveness. He was asking her to talk to him. She wanted to… She tried to open her mouth to speak but she had no more strength to do so… she heard him cry.
He was telling her to fight. With her remaining strength, she shook her head… lifted his fingers to his lips and whispered: “I love you…”
She gave him her forgiveness. She smiled when he held her hand and kissed her bloody palm. With that, she breathed her last…
reposted - originally created November 19 2004
Saturday, November 3, 2007
white rosebud
You said to me once that white roses means purity of intentions. I laughed at you then... I made a joke of your sentimentality. But that was before. Now I know what you mean... why you love the pale color of white.
I find it funny, even puzzling. I love red roses but you'd always insist on white ones. I’d often smile whenever I get to remember our arguments. It seems pretty foolish back then. Imagine a heated argument just because of a flower's color...
I’d often laugh at you, and you'd explain. I’d pretend to listen as I pick the flowers that would catch my fancy. I’d arrange them just like you always wanted them to be... only, you'd react about the color. You only wanted white rosebuds. But I often include bright flowers in your vase.
I wanted to put color in your life. The way colorful flowers bring life to an empty corner. I wanted you to see life at its best but you only want to see white, the pale color of absence.
Absence... that's what they meant. And the paleness of color is the same as your life. Yours is a life of no color, a life void of any emotion that paints one's existence. Yours is a heart ignorant of love.
reposted - originally created October 9 2005
I find it funny, even puzzling. I love red roses but you'd always insist on white ones. I’d often smile whenever I get to remember our arguments. It seems pretty foolish back then. Imagine a heated argument just because of a flower's color...
I’d often laugh at you, and you'd explain. I’d pretend to listen as I pick the flowers that would catch my fancy. I’d arrange them just like you always wanted them to be... only, you'd react about the color. You only wanted white rosebuds. But I often include bright flowers in your vase.
I wanted to put color in your life. The way colorful flowers bring life to an empty corner. I wanted you to see life at its best but you only want to see white, the pale color of absence.
Absence... that's what they meant. And the paleness of color is the same as your life. Yours is a life of no color, a life void of any emotion that paints one's existence. Yours is a heart ignorant of love.
reposted - originally created October 9 2005
You
You had been my sole inspiration… the only person who lifted me up from this pool of self-pity. You made me face my hidden fears. You taught me how to be strong. You made me feel emotions that I wouldn’t want to feel. You made me feel love.
I’m thankful for all the help you’ve given me… how you boosted my confidence… how you gave me the courage to face the unknown. But of all those help you’ve given me, there’s only one thing I won’t get tired of reminiscing. You taught and have given me love.
You know how much I hated that stupid feeling. You know how much I detest meddling in love. Yet, you made it look like it’s such an easy task… that it was an easy feeling to deal with. Everything I had feared before was gone. You taught me the joy of feeling those emotions that I’ve avoided for so long…
Time flew fast. I’ve learned a lot of things from you. I have fallen in love with you. But then, you’ve become cold… so cold that it was as if something bad was brewing… I felt sure of that.
My intuition had been right. You did something that left a mark on my whole being. You’ve hurt me. To love you was such a big mistake.
I’m still hurting about what happened. But now I know I can’t make you love me when you don’t. I can never make your heart feel something it won’t dare feel.
Come to think about it… you forgot to teach me something… one thing that is of so much importance. You forgot to teach me how to feel numb of pain.
reposted - originally created September 27 2004
I’m thankful for all the help you’ve given me… how you boosted my confidence… how you gave me the courage to face the unknown. But of all those help you’ve given me, there’s only one thing I won’t get tired of reminiscing. You taught and have given me love.
You know how much I hated that stupid feeling. You know how much I detest meddling in love. Yet, you made it look like it’s such an easy task… that it was an easy feeling to deal with. Everything I had feared before was gone. You taught me the joy of feeling those emotions that I’ve avoided for so long…
Time flew fast. I’ve learned a lot of things from you. I have fallen in love with you. But then, you’ve become cold… so cold that it was as if something bad was brewing… I felt sure of that.
My intuition had been right. You did something that left a mark on my whole being. You’ve hurt me. To love you was such a big mistake.
I’m still hurting about what happened. But now I know I can’t make you love me when you don’t. I can never make your heart feel something it won’t dare feel.
Come to think about it… you forgot to teach me something… one thing that is of so much importance. You forgot to teach me how to feel numb of pain.
reposted - originally created September 27 2004
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