Monday, August 9, 2010

C O N T R I B U T I O N S C O N T R I B U T I O N S C O N T R I B U T I O N S C O N T R I B U T I O N S

C O N T R I B U T I O N S C O N T R I B U T I O N S C O N T R I B U T I O N S C O N T R I B U T I O N S



AN ENVIOUS PERSON, by anonymous

I envy the singers for they can express themselves through music,
I envy the lawyers for they can defend other peoples’ rights,
I envy the athletes for they live healthy lifestyles,
I envy the scholars for they all seem so intelligent,
I envy the models for they walk with such confidence.

But you know what? Hell with envy!
I can express myself through writing,
I can defend my friends in my own way,
I can eat without worrying about my weight,
I can be silly,
I can walk the way I’m comfortable with.

Life is too short to be discouraged with my own imperfections.
I love the face that I am not perfect.
It is because of this that I learn to value my life and enjoy who I am.

P.S. At least, I can still sing in the shower!


AN OLD MAN’S WISH, by anonymous

How I wish to bring back the past,
Too bad, cause time is running fast.
All I can do right now is ask,
Did I live my life to the fullest, at last?


A PINKY SWEAR by someone from Arch 3

From the very first day we fastened our hearts,
We’ve been keeping this promise: “we will never be apart”
I’ll be holding you tight in times worse than worst.
It’ll always be “me with you” even in life’s greatest curse.
My shoulder you’ll cry on during the saddest nights.
We won’t just end in goodbyes after silly big fights.
Our fire would keep on burning,
It will be our everyday strength.
I want you here beside me in every single event.
It’ll be you who’ll always own me.
My love and care I’ll always share,
I’ll be keeping you in my heart forever,
I’ll stay with you
Pinky Swear!


LOVE POEM by Jomaila Garrido

1. The more I think of you, the more I
2. Love you; I cannot see how anyone could
3. Hate you. You have been always to me an
4. Honest, faithful friend, and I hope my love is not always an
5. Object. It is true that once I said
6. I would never marry, but that was before
7. I loved you. That assertion I know was
8. Uttered in a bragging manner, in fact not, but
9. A lie, and I do not know why I made it. If i
10. Could even pluck up enough courage to
11. Offer you my hand I know very well you
12. Would be surprised, and I doubt it if you
13. Would accept it. I do not think I would
14. Listen from a refusal from your lips, and
15. Thus make my whole life miserable. To die
16. Without even expressing my love for
17. Would be preferable than that. If you write to me,
18. I shall be happy. But if you do not,
19. I shall be miserable and gloomy. Your letters
20. Are a source of my pleasure, and a failure to get them
21. Always makes me feel like committing suicide.

(read the poem again, but only the odd numbered lines.)


WHEN I MET HER by anonymous

A child’s play:
Jealousy, greed, fantasy.
The horror of the game:
Seeming angry mob, snob, sob.
We all go through this bridge of time.
For once,
You are free of thinking,
Of worrying,
Of reasonable crying.
For once,
You are free to touch,
To experiment,
To play games.
Now as I remember
The moment I pulled her hair
And made her waste
A tear of pain,
As I remember
How plays turned to quarrels,
And in a sunshine came a rain,
I spend a worthy tear drop
To mark my regret
And tell myself “Don’t forget.”
The child’s play –
Now part of the novel
Entitled: “The Past.”
The horrors now, still,
Won’t be forgotten –
Stuck at the heart
Of a mere dear conscience.
Since you hearth is far
From vision,
From feel.
Not heart,
Oh how I long
For waters to dry up
So I can travel by sweat
And by the time
Our spirits have again met,
We can play again.

SHE IS HOPE by ‘93

She turned on the lights on my concert stage.

While my fingers lingered on the keyboard,
She handed me her electric guitar.
She closed my fist on it,
Told me to close my eyes.
I did.

I see the other phase of me,
Naked,
Calm,
Alive, but
Will I ever have my audience?

At least,
She is hope.




ENDINGS by ‘ninety Three

A song forgotten – a song revived.
A beauty faded – a beauty remembered.
A leaf rotten – a soil cultivated.
A life gone –worth, remembered, revived?

WHY CONFESS? (YOUR LOVE) by ‘ninety Three

If you foresee the future,
The future when
You body lies
On a bed of thorns
While there is hope in the sun?
You are ruptured
By word and thoughts
No, turned to sins
And you are left
To travel the road
To find bliss (love), yet
Pain still sounds
For your mind,
Heart and soul?

Because you will not feel
The water’s heart beat
If you don’t
Jump in.

ONE SUMMER NIGHT by anonymous

Teardrops wasted
Unfelt mouth water overflowing
Silent noise of the cry
The blanket now damp
Raindrops pouring
Strong to the ears, calming to the eyes
The sky in sympathy
There was one li’l star.

LOST by anonymous

When it seems that the indoor star shines on you,
And the crowd screams for your bearing knack,
When it seems too exciting for the pounding heart,
The bearer in vanity shall be singing with pride.

He who glistens in brightest day will never
Outshine the all-elite sun and starts,
Yet he tries to shine brighter and warmer,
Thus making himself plead for time to stop.

He felt so ready, so neatly cleansed and burned,
He felt calmly, so sweetly kissed and mourned,
Yet feelings altered when morning twilight
Starts arising, overpowering, conquering,
Deducing

Cornered by haunting pain and lust, and jubilee
When bids goodbye and turn its back away,
So odious the sensation that creeps inside, and
He is so solitary imprisoned while mend is on the
Corner lost!

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