Blood drips from my ruby red lips,
I carry her within my arms.
Pale, weak, and dying,
she weakly utters: "Oh my love, drink from my blood."
I close my eyes, open my mouth, and sink my fangs
into her pearly white neck. She moans, then silence.
I carry her into the blinding darkness, into the silence.
A silent whisper escapes from her white lips.
She whispers inaudible words. I can see her growing fangs.
All color escapes her, as blood drips from her neck. She slowly dies in my arms
Through the darkness, I can hear the dripping..I can smell her blood.
I softly whisper to her: "There is nothing sweeter than dying."
After all, this is only the beginning. Dying.
I carefully lay her dead body into the darkness, into the silence.
Her white gown now a crimson red, a dark shade of blood.
I sit beside her body, gazing at her closed eyes, her white cheeks, her pale lips.
I touch her wrist, feeling no pulse in her ghostlike arms.
Still being able to taste her blood on my lips, her neck touching my fangs.
She opens her eyes, her pupils glow red, her teeth now fangs.
She rises to her feet, I can see her through the dark, through the dying.
I too rise to my feet as she welcomes me into her arms
I drowned my face into her chest, into the darkness, into the silence.
I look up at her face. So pale and smooth. A smile forms on her lips.
"We'll be together forever," she says. Her eyes glowing crimson as blood.
Two souls sharing the same body, within our veins run the same blood
She draws her face close to mine. Her lips touching mine. Her fangs
touching mine. She tastes of strawberry, her breath so sweet, so red are her lips.
I hold her within my arms. I want to be with her, through life, through dying.
She presses her lips once more to mine. We kiss, in the darkness, in the silence.
I can feel her skin touching mine. I feel like melting in her arms.
I don't want to leave her side. I don't want to leave her arms.
I suck in her scent. Her sweet, sweet scent. Sweeter than blood.
We stand together within each others' arms, in the darkness, in the silence.
Just the mere thought of her not in my arms cause me to feel a strong pang.
To be without her, is to be human feeling the bitter pain of dying.
I want her. Her crimson eyes, her ivory skin, her sweet lips
I release her from my arms, she smiles at me showing off her fangs.
I can still feel her lips pressing onto mine, her sweet blood on my tongue.
Drowning within each others' eyes. I feel happy, in the darkness, in the silence.
Nov 17, 2008
One
I saw you crying again today,
I approached you and said
that everything's going to be okay.
YOu looked at me, your eyes
filled with tears. You said
that you had enough, enough of lies.
You said that everything's not okay
and they will never be.
I just stood there...not knowing what to say.
Deep inside I was hurting.
Not knowing what to do.
Each tear that fell from your eyes left me dying.
Your eyes turned red from crying.
Your heart slowly breaking.
Slowly weakening, dying.
I could see the scars on your wrist
One cut for each night you were hurting.
SIlent agony ripped my heart, I don't want you like this.
I embraced you and tried to make
you feel that you're not alone.
That I am here, always will be for your sake.
I held your delicate face within my
hands wiping away the tears,
the sadness. Allowing pain to die.
I whispered to your ear
that I love you and will never leave you.
My heart beats only for you, my love, my dear.
You looked at me with hazel, brown eyes,
traces of fear lingered along your stares.
You wondered whether I'm telling lies.
I just smiled back at you.
Allowing my love to explain
that what I'm feeling was true.
You closed your eyes
and gently kissed me upon the lips.
Those sweet, red lips upon mine. Bliss.
I could feel your sweet breath
upon my face. Breathe me in.
They became my oxygen--your lips, your breath.
You opened your eyes and
we both allowed ourselves to drown within
each others gaze. I wished then that it'll never end.
Our fingers intertwined.
Our soul slowly became one.
My heart was yours, and your heart mine.
We just stood there.
Two individuals among the sea of faces...
Promises were made. Our lives we now share.
I approached you and said
that everything's going to be okay.
YOu looked at me, your eyes
filled with tears. You said
that you had enough, enough of lies.
You said that everything's not okay
and they will never be.
I just stood there...not knowing what to say.
Deep inside I was hurting.
Not knowing what to do.
Each tear that fell from your eyes left me dying.
Your eyes turned red from crying.
Your heart slowly breaking.
Slowly weakening, dying.
I could see the scars on your wrist
One cut for each night you were hurting.
SIlent agony ripped my heart, I don't want you like this.
I embraced you and tried to make
you feel that you're not alone.
That I am here, always will be for your sake.
I held your delicate face within my
hands wiping away the tears,
the sadness. Allowing pain to die.
I whispered to your ear
that I love you and will never leave you.
My heart beats only for you, my love, my dear.
You looked at me with hazel, brown eyes,
traces of fear lingered along your stares.
You wondered whether I'm telling lies.
I just smiled back at you.
Allowing my love to explain
that what I'm feeling was true.
You closed your eyes
and gently kissed me upon the lips.
Those sweet, red lips upon mine. Bliss.
I could feel your sweet breath
upon my face. Breathe me in.
They became my oxygen--your lips, your breath.
You opened your eyes and
we both allowed ourselves to drown within
each others gaze. I wished then that it'll never end.
Our fingers intertwined.
Our soul slowly became one.
My heart was yours, and your heart mine.
We just stood there.
Two individuals among the sea of faces...
Promises were made. Our lives we now share.
Broken
She sits in the darkness of the room crying...
Alone,
tired,
hurting...
Tears streaming down her
doll like face--
her tears mixing with the black mascara
she carefully applied in her eyes.
Making patches of black under her eyes...
Her tears, now black with mascara, stream
down her face, sliding down her cheeks,
kissing her scarlet lips....
one by one,
dropping down to the ground,
like priceless pearls...
The thick silence coating the
tangible darkness is slowly broken
by her melancholic sobs...
The darkness of her corner
slowly disappears as she is
lighted by the fading sunlight,
by the twilight,
and now by moonlight,
she weeps, a broken doll,
far beyond repair...
As her features are highlighted
by the silver light of the moon,
she lifts her hands and reaches towards
the open window...
She reaches for the stars,
for healing,
for someone who's not there,
for someone she loved...
The clouds gather up
and hides the moon.
She once again drowns
within the darkness,
her sobs turning to silent laughter.
Her sanity slowly evaporating.
Tears continued to pour down
her eyes.
The sounds of tears dropping
mixing with the melancholic laughter
she's producing...
And in this insanity,
she finds freedom....
Alone,
tired,
hurting...
Tears streaming down her
doll like face--
her tears mixing with the black mascara
she carefully applied in her eyes.
Making patches of black under her eyes...
Her tears, now black with mascara, stream
down her face, sliding down her cheeks,
kissing her scarlet lips....
one by one,
dropping down to the ground,
like priceless pearls...
The thick silence coating the
tangible darkness is slowly broken
by her melancholic sobs...
The darkness of her corner
slowly disappears as she is
lighted by the fading sunlight,
by the twilight,
and now by moonlight,
she weeps, a broken doll,
far beyond repair...
As her features are highlighted
by the silver light of the moon,
she lifts her hands and reaches towards
the open window...
She reaches for the stars,
for healing,
for someone who's not there,
for someone she loved...
The clouds gather up
and hides the moon.
She once again drowns
within the darkness,
her sobs turning to silent laughter.
Her sanity slowly evaporating.
Tears continued to pour down
her eyes.
The sounds of tears dropping
mixing with the melancholic laughter
she's producing...
And in this insanity,
she finds freedom....
The Fool
You held my hand in the past
until you found someone else better.
I can't blame you for what you've done,
you deserve someone better.
Now I see you together with him,
his eyes reflecting your perfect face.
His hands holding yours.
Your heart belonging to him, now and always.
My heart slowly erodes into pieces,
each time his name escapes your lips.
A melancholic smile forms on my face,
to hide away my heart that quietly weeps.
You think of me nothing more
than just a friend.
I think of you something more.
An angel, heaven sent.
An angel given to me by God,
but foolishly I didn't see
your true worth. Not until
you got hurt and left me.
When I try to look back
at those times you were there at my side.
At those times I left you crying, at those
times I left you hurting, breaking from the inside.
I placed my face within my palms,
and tears gushed out of my eyes.
I never thought I could hurt this way.
Your love for me disappeared before I even realized.
You hold his hands and allowed yourself
to drown within his eyes. For your soul
to be reflected within his deep, loving eyes.
I'm left here with my pain and sadness.
No longer a man, but just a broken hearted fool.
until you found someone else better.
I can't blame you for what you've done,
you deserve someone better.
Now I see you together with him,
his eyes reflecting your perfect face.
His hands holding yours.
Your heart belonging to him, now and always.
My heart slowly erodes into pieces,
each time his name escapes your lips.
A melancholic smile forms on my face,
to hide away my heart that quietly weeps.
You think of me nothing more
than just a friend.
I think of you something more.
An angel, heaven sent.
An angel given to me by God,
but foolishly I didn't see
your true worth. Not until
you got hurt and left me.
When I try to look back
at those times you were there at my side.
At those times I left you crying, at those
times I left you hurting, breaking from the inside.
I placed my face within my palms,
and tears gushed out of my eyes.
I never thought I could hurt this way.
Your love for me disappeared before I even realized.
You hold his hands and allowed yourself
to drown within his eyes. For your soul
to be reflected within his deep, loving eyes.
I'm left here with my pain and sadness.
No longer a man, but just a broken hearted fool.
Cycle
Life starts with opening your eyes
and with the feeling of waking up from
a magical dream.
It starts with sitting in front of
the TV, watching Sesame Street all morning.
Eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner using your hands.
Making a mess and not cleaning it up.
Saying words only you can understand.
It starts with your heart fully alive, your soul radiant.
Life then enters school.
Finger paint and ABC's.
Where you'll learn that the Wolf
was always the villain, and how
Little Red Riding Hood and the
three little pigs escaped his evil clutches.
Where you will meet new friends.
Eating using proper utensils.
Where, during the cold nights of Halloween,
you'd put on your cowboy costume and
go door to door collecting candies.
And when December comes you'd
rush outside and play with the snow.
Lying on the soft, white blanket of snow.
Throwing imperfectly shaped snow balls.
It is when you believed in Santa Clause and
the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy.
It continues with your heart alive, your soul innocent.
Life goes on. You continue to live.
Your sweet angelic voice disappears.
Your face slowly losing its roundness and softness.
This is when you have to go to High School.
This is when quadratic equations will be learned,
and you learn that we are not alone.
That somewhere, in this vast universe,
there is someone thinking that they are not alone.
This is when Santa Clause dies,
and the Tooth Fairy were actually your parents.
This is when you love all the girls you see
but telling each one of them your heart is only theirs.
This is when pimples and muscles and knowledge appear.
This is when your heart weakens, your soul losing its life.
High School and College will pass... and life goes on.
You will graduate and will become one of the
faceless individuals of society.
This is when you will work to be somebody,
to gain more money. You will work because
it is what adults do. It is how their
fathers lived and how their fathers' fathers lived.
You will wake up on a sunny morning and put on your
suit and tie and your polished shoes. Then you
will kiss your wife goodbye and drive your way
to your office. You will go home at night
and eat dinner together with your family.
Tell jokes, and laugh.
It ends with you going to bed and sleep, waiting
for the unending cycle to repeat itself once again.
This is when you tell your kids that
Santa is real, so is the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy.
And your kids will believe you. Kids always believe.
This is when your heart dies and your soul becomes a stranger.
Life ends with you lying on bed
surrounded by your loved ones and
the people who thought themselves
as members of your loved ones.
It will end with you weak.
Your skin all wrinkled up
and your eyes going dim.
Your head will go bald and you will always go sick.
It will end with you and Death face to face.
It will end.
After your final breath of air you'll die.
You will open your eyes and be in a different place.
This is when your heart welcomes you back,
your soul becoming your friend.
This is when you go back to that magical dream.
and with the feeling of waking up from
a magical dream.
It starts with sitting in front of
the TV, watching Sesame Street all morning.
Eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner using your hands.
Making a mess and not cleaning it up.
Saying words only you can understand.
It starts with your heart fully alive, your soul radiant.
Life then enters school.
Finger paint and ABC's.
Where you'll learn that the Wolf
was always the villain, and how
Little Red Riding Hood and the
three little pigs escaped his evil clutches.
Where you will meet new friends.
Eating using proper utensils.
Where, during the cold nights of Halloween,
you'd put on your cowboy costume and
go door to door collecting candies.
And when December comes you'd
rush outside and play with the snow.
Lying on the soft, white blanket of snow.
Throwing imperfectly shaped snow balls.
It is when you believed in Santa Clause and
the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy.
It continues with your heart alive, your soul innocent.
Life goes on. You continue to live.
Your sweet angelic voice disappears.
Your face slowly losing its roundness and softness.
This is when you have to go to High School.
This is when quadratic equations will be learned,
and you learn that we are not alone.
That somewhere, in this vast universe,
there is someone thinking that they are not alone.
This is when Santa Clause dies,
and the Tooth Fairy were actually your parents.
This is when you love all the girls you see
but telling each one of them your heart is only theirs.
This is when pimples and muscles and knowledge appear.
This is when your heart weakens, your soul losing its life.
High School and College will pass... and life goes on.
You will graduate and will become one of the
faceless individuals of society.
This is when you will work to be somebody,
to gain more money. You will work because
it is what adults do. It is how their
fathers lived and how their fathers' fathers lived.
You will wake up on a sunny morning and put on your
suit and tie and your polished shoes. Then you
will kiss your wife goodbye and drive your way
to your office. You will go home at night
and eat dinner together with your family.
Tell jokes, and laugh.
It ends with you going to bed and sleep, waiting
for the unending cycle to repeat itself once again.
This is when you tell your kids that
Santa is real, so is the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy.
And your kids will believe you. Kids always believe.
This is when your heart dies and your soul becomes a stranger.
Life ends with you lying on bed
surrounded by your loved ones and
the people who thought themselves
as members of your loved ones.
It will end with you weak.
Your skin all wrinkled up
and your eyes going dim.
Your head will go bald and you will always go sick.
It will end with you and Death face to face.
It will end.
After your final breath of air you'll die.
You will open your eyes and be in a different place.
This is when your heart welcomes you back,
your soul becoming your friend.
This is when you go back to that magical dream.
The Trade
Hundreds of burning eyes
pierce through me like
spears set aflame.
Hundreds of pointing fingers
blame me, for the
failure that I am.
Hundreds of hurting words
were thrown at me like
stones willing to break the soul
Hundreds of hands grab me,
tearing away my skin,
leaving me naked, exposing my all.
I stayed in a corner,
curled up and scared.
I could see their faces surrounding
me. I stayed in my corner,
eyes closed, afraid. It was maddening.
They picked me up
with their blood, stained hands.
They blame me for their faults.
They carried me to the altar.
I was the sacrifice for their faults.
My hands were bound by
tight ropes, so were my legs.
My eyes remained closed.
I don't wanna see their faces,
and the huge, pillar of smoke that rose.
They stood there
surrounding me.
I tried to calm myself, I didn't want to see....
I recited the alphabets backward, silently.
They took the torch and lit me up, Z, Y, X, W, V...
I could smell the burning of flesh.
I could hear their laughter, their victory.
They were forgiven.
I could hear my voice, screaming from the pain.
But they were forgiven.
pierce through me like
spears set aflame.
Hundreds of pointing fingers
blame me, for the
failure that I am.
Hundreds of hurting words
were thrown at me like
stones willing to break the soul
Hundreds of hands grab me,
tearing away my skin,
leaving me naked, exposing my all.
I stayed in a corner,
curled up and scared.
I could see their faces surrounding
me. I stayed in my corner,
eyes closed, afraid. It was maddening.
They picked me up
with their blood, stained hands.
They blame me for their faults.
They carried me to the altar.
I was the sacrifice for their faults.
My hands were bound by
tight ropes, so were my legs.
My eyes remained closed.
I don't wanna see their faces,
and the huge, pillar of smoke that rose.
They stood there
surrounding me.
I tried to calm myself, I didn't want to see....
I recited the alphabets backward, silently.
They took the torch and lit me up, Z, Y, X, W, V...
I could smell the burning of flesh.
I could hear their laughter, their victory.
They were forgiven.
I could hear my voice, screaming from the pain.
But they were forgiven.
Sep 2, 2008
Hole
My heart beats only for you,
can you hear it?
Time came when I offered it to you,
hoping you'd accept it.
Time pass and you slowly
grew tired of it.
Broke it.
Shining, glistening, pieces of it
now lie scattered like a sea of glass.
Slowly beating, crying.
I pick them up one by one.
Their sharp edges scarring me, wounding me.
But no scar, no wound, was more painful
than the huge hole you left on my chest.
Can you see it?
can you hear it?
Time came when I offered it to you,
hoping you'd accept it.
Time pass and you slowly
grew tired of it.
Broke it.
Shining, glistening, pieces of it
now lie scattered like a sea of glass.
Slowly beating, crying.
I pick them up one by one.
Their sharp edges scarring me, wounding me.
But no scar, no wound, was more painful
than the huge hole you left on my chest.
Can you see it?
Kiss
My mouth achieved a life of its own.
My eyes were held captive within your eyes--
eyes that were brighter than any sunrise,
more beautiful than any priceless stones.
They were pools that reflect your soul.
A foolish smile hung on my sweating face.
I gave up on trying to control my rogue mouth.
I just allowed myself to drown deeper
and deeper within your bottomless gaze.
To allow my soul be merged with yours.
I never realized that my heart was now
pounding hard on my chest.
Trying to break free from the
imprisonment of my rib cage.
The world around us seemed to stop.
Time, reason, life...frozen around us.
You stretched out your hand and
touched my face.
Your velvet touch sent a surge
of electricity all over my melting body.
How can something so beautiful
be here in front of me?
A silent laugh escaped your lips
as if you just read my thoughts.
Subconsciously I drew my face closer to yours,
and you drew closer to mine.
You closed your eyes and our lips touched;
they felt magnetic being drawn closer to each other.
Your red, cherry lips brushing against mine.
Your sweet breath sent my mind to overload.
After an eternity you pulled back.
Still smiling, you whispered words
my ears can't seem to hear.
I leaned in closer: hoping I could pick up what
you were saying.
But a sudden flash of white light surprised me:
I was lying on my bed.
A dream I said to myself.
I laughed like a madman:
Nothing but a dream.
A dream that will forever remain locked within
the grasp of Sleep's pale, ghostlike hands.
I touched my lips trying to remember what it felt like:
Her red, cherry lips touching mine,
Being able to kiss a goddess' lips.
Jul 8, 2008
Man from the Dark
The moon rose above the purple, starless sky, its radiance being shed upon men once again. A figure stood alone, hidden within the darkness. His gaze was towards the moon, half smiling. Though his whole self was clothed within the shadows, his eyes were clearly visible---bright red, like rubies, crimson as blood. Those red, piercing eyes looked towards the silver moon. The night is young he thought, he completely merged within the shadows, slowly he disappeared into the night.
Tired and drained of all energy, she kept on running. Tears streamed down her face. Her whole body wanted rest; fear stirred within her as she continued on running. Behind her a man followed---wearing tattered clothes, and a knife held within his hands. A knife that looked like it experienced a lot of cutting in the past, tasted a lot of blood from different victims, marked itself with their death. Like a beast, the man silently followed his prey. He smiled, showing his incomplete set of dentures, he gripped his knife tightly. He can almost hear it, the sound of someone being stabbed repeatedly. The sound of someone dying. He patiently followed the girl as the girl kept on running.
Blood dripped from his lips, he wiped it with his sleeve. A body of a young boy lay beside him. His eyes burned crimson red. He glanced toward the moon, no longer silver but now also a shade of red. He lifted the body and disposed it inside the nearby dumpster. He still felt unsatisfied; he still craved for more. The feeling of draining someone else's life, the sheer pleasure it gives. His victim's blood, he can still taste it. He licked his sleeve, trying not to waste any of the boy's blood. He can feel it within him, the urge to feed, the unquenchable thirst for more. Still feeling hungry, he once again disappeared into the night.
She stopped for a moment, trying to catch her breath. She heard footsteps approaching and started to run once more. The man behind her whistled to himself a tune, a song of old, as he tried to enjoy the moment. She tripped herself and fell hard to the ground. She tried to get up ignored the blinding pain from her leg. The man slowly grew tired of playing cat and mouse and quickly increased his speed and runs to the girl--he grabbed her hair and pulled it hard. Once more she fell to the ground. A mixture of tears and fear flooded her eyes, they streamed down her pale cheeks, and slowly died on her lips. Like a cornered prey, she whimpered in fear. The man reached for her but she frantically kicks him. She screamed loudly. But to him, the girl's screams were like sweet music, like a song being sung in an opera, it's relaxing. He violently swung his knife, creating cuts on the girl but trying not to kill her. The girl tried to get up but the man overpowered her. He pulled her back towards the ground; she screamed some more. The man closed his eyes and tried to savor the sweet sound his victim's producing. The sound of someone crying for help, the sound of someone about to die.
He glides through the night, sensing everything that is happening around him. The forsaken, the damned, the beast of the night, some of the names given to his kind. He abhors each one of those names, names which men calls his kind. Throughout history, his kind is pictured as someone lower than men. But to him it was the opposite. Men's very existence is to serve as a meal. The red blood pumping within them, circulating their body, tempting to be drained. As he reflects on his thoughts, a scream shatters the silence of the night. He can smell the sweet scent of blood hanging in the air. He makes out a small smile, showing off his fangs. He heads towards the source of the scream.
Cuts and blood cover the girl's legs, the man smiles at his carvings. Consciousness slowly escapes the girl, strength slowly escapes her body through the cuts. The man growing tired of his games holds the knife upwards and is about to plunge it to the girl's chest when he saw something move in the shadows. "Who's there?" The man slowly approaches the place where he saw the movement.
"What a detestable way to kill," the voice seems to come from everywhere, "you know sir, you should try to preserve your victim's body instead of ruining it like that."
"Who are you? What do you want?" the man points his knife to nothingness as if to scare away the disembodied voice.
"Who am I? I am the creature that lurks in the night, I am the one that has live for eternity, I am the king of the damned, I am one of the forsaken, my name sir is of no importance," said the voice, "and you sir are the one who has killed five young ladies for the past week, what is it that they call you? The Carver right?"
"You with the cops? You don't come near me, I swear I'll kill this lady here," The Carver points his knife to the immobile body of the girl.
"I'm afraid I won't allow a good dinner to go to waste," said the man from the darkness. "I really advice you to just walk away and turn yourself to the authorities."
"Hahah, you crazy? Now why would I do that? Enough of your talking, I think I'll kill you first before I kill this girl here."
But as The Carver run to the man from the darkness he saw the man's eyes, clearly for the first time. Eyes with the color of fire, burning everything in its path, red as the blood he sucks from his victims, eyes filled with hate, with pain, with power. Melancholic eyes that seem to stare into eternity and beyond, eyes that had witnessed multiple deaths both from his hands and from other's. Never before had The Carver seen eyes filled with power, and iniquitous, and sadness. The Carver unconsciously drops his knife, unimaginable fear slowly swells up within him, gripping his heart like a vice, robbing him with the every breath he exhales. The Carver falls to his knees, his right hand clutching his chest tight. His heartbeat slows down until his heart isn't breathing anymore. The Carver dies on his knees--sheer terror painted on his face, dried tears printed on his cheeks, a sculpture representing horror and fear.
The man from the darkness slowly approaches the girl, his feet not touching the ground. The girl regains consciousness and sees the man standing over her. The man helps her stand, he's tall she thought. She looks at his crimson eyes and slowly feels her knees weaken; she closes her eyes. The man opens his mouth revealing his white fangs plunges them deep into the girl's neck, slowly draining away the pain, slowly draining away the sadness and confusion, liberating her from life.
Tired and drained of all energy, she kept on running. Tears streamed down her face. Her whole body wanted rest; fear stirred within her as she continued on running. Behind her a man followed---wearing tattered clothes, and a knife held within his hands. A knife that looked like it experienced a lot of cutting in the past, tasted a lot of blood from different victims, marked itself with their death. Like a beast, the man silently followed his prey. He smiled, showing his incomplete set of dentures, he gripped his knife tightly. He can almost hear it, the sound of someone being stabbed repeatedly. The sound of someone dying. He patiently followed the girl as the girl kept on running.
Blood dripped from his lips, he wiped it with his sleeve. A body of a young boy lay beside him. His eyes burned crimson red. He glanced toward the moon, no longer silver but now also a shade of red. He lifted the body and disposed it inside the nearby dumpster. He still felt unsatisfied; he still craved for more. The feeling of draining someone else's life, the sheer pleasure it gives. His victim's blood, he can still taste it. He licked his sleeve, trying not to waste any of the boy's blood. He can feel it within him, the urge to feed, the unquenchable thirst for more. Still feeling hungry, he once again disappeared into the night.
She stopped for a moment, trying to catch her breath. She heard footsteps approaching and started to run once more. The man behind her whistled to himself a tune, a song of old, as he tried to enjoy the moment. She tripped herself and fell hard to the ground. She tried to get up ignored the blinding pain from her leg. The man slowly grew tired of playing cat and mouse and quickly increased his speed and runs to the girl--he grabbed her hair and pulled it hard. Once more she fell to the ground. A mixture of tears and fear flooded her eyes, they streamed down her pale cheeks, and slowly died on her lips. Like a cornered prey, she whimpered in fear. The man reached for her but she frantically kicks him. She screamed loudly. But to him, the girl's screams were like sweet music, like a song being sung in an opera, it's relaxing. He violently swung his knife, creating cuts on the girl but trying not to kill her. The girl tried to get up but the man overpowered her. He pulled her back towards the ground; she screamed some more. The man closed his eyes and tried to savor the sweet sound his victim's producing. The sound of someone crying for help, the sound of someone about to die.
He glides through the night, sensing everything that is happening around him. The forsaken, the damned, the beast of the night, some of the names given to his kind. He abhors each one of those names, names which men calls his kind. Throughout history, his kind is pictured as someone lower than men. But to him it was the opposite. Men's very existence is to serve as a meal. The red blood pumping within them, circulating their body, tempting to be drained. As he reflects on his thoughts, a scream shatters the silence of the night. He can smell the sweet scent of blood hanging in the air. He makes out a small smile, showing off his fangs. He heads towards the source of the scream.
Cuts and blood cover the girl's legs, the man smiles at his carvings. Consciousness slowly escapes the girl, strength slowly escapes her body through the cuts. The man growing tired of his games holds the knife upwards and is about to plunge it to the girl's chest when he saw something move in the shadows. "Who's there?" The man slowly approaches the place where he saw the movement.
"What a detestable way to kill," the voice seems to come from everywhere, "you know sir, you should try to preserve your victim's body instead of ruining it like that."
"Who are you? What do you want?" the man points his knife to nothingness as if to scare away the disembodied voice.
"Who am I? I am the creature that lurks in the night, I am the one that has live for eternity, I am the king of the damned, I am one of the forsaken, my name sir is of no importance," said the voice, "and you sir are the one who has killed five young ladies for the past week, what is it that they call you? The Carver right?"
"You with the cops? You don't come near me, I swear I'll kill this lady here," The Carver points his knife to the immobile body of the girl.
"I'm afraid I won't allow a good dinner to go to waste," said the man from the darkness. "I really advice you to just walk away and turn yourself to the authorities."
"Hahah, you crazy? Now why would I do that? Enough of your talking, I think I'll kill you first before I kill this girl here."
But as The Carver run to the man from the darkness he saw the man's eyes, clearly for the first time. Eyes with the color of fire, burning everything in its path, red as the blood he sucks from his victims, eyes filled with hate, with pain, with power. Melancholic eyes that seem to stare into eternity and beyond, eyes that had witnessed multiple deaths both from his hands and from other's. Never before had The Carver seen eyes filled with power, and iniquitous, and sadness. The Carver unconsciously drops his knife, unimaginable fear slowly swells up within him, gripping his heart like a vice, robbing him with the every breath he exhales. The Carver falls to his knees, his right hand clutching his chest tight. His heartbeat slows down until his heart isn't breathing anymore. The Carver dies on his knees--sheer terror painted on his face, dried tears printed on his cheeks, a sculpture representing horror and fear.
The man from the darkness slowly approaches the girl, his feet not touching the ground. The girl regains consciousness and sees the man standing over her. The man helps her stand, he's tall she thought. She looks at his crimson eyes and slowly feels her knees weaken; she closes her eyes. The man opens his mouth revealing his white fangs plunges them deep into the girl's neck, slowly draining away the pain, slowly draining away the sadness and confusion, liberating her from life.
Jun 26, 2008
Night Drive
"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean what I said earlier. I'm driving now to your place, I love you," I read the message one more time before I pressed the send button. I tossed the phone on the passenger's seat and turned on the radio. Feeling a little thirsty my left hand searched for a can of beer beside my phone. One hand on the wheel while the other held a can; my mind being filled up with random thoughts of us breaking up. I finished my beer with three huge gulps and tossed it aside. My eyelids felt like cement blocks are tied to them. I gave the clock at the dashboard one quick glance, it says 2:00a.m.
I opened my eyes and was surprised to see the world upside down.
"Is someone still there?!"
"Hey! Hey! I can see someone!"
"What?! Hey someone's still inside!"
"Why are they shouting? What's happening?" These thoughts flood my mind along with the blinding pain I felt on my leg. "Ugh, wha- wha's wrong?" I mumbled words I myself can't understand. A broken Nokia phone lay on the ground beside the sea of broken glass. A strong smell of gasoline filled the air, making my eyes tear. Things started to happen fast--people shouting, the smell of gas growing stronger, the feeling of pain slowly going away along with the feeling in my right leg, and then the spark.
I saw a large pillar of black smoke rising from the wreckage of a crash. Fire licked the sky surrounded by a sea of faces. Police said the guy driving the Honda fell asleep that resulted in the crash; the guy was burned bad and only dental records can help identify who he is. I stood amidst the chaos, no one seemed to notice I was there. A shadowy figure tapped my shoulder and beckoned me to come. I don't know him, but something tells me that I should follow. I took one last look at the mess before turning my back.
I opened my eyes and was surprised to see the world upside down.
"Is someone still there?!"
"Hey! Hey! I can see someone!"
"What?! Hey someone's still inside!"
"Why are they shouting? What's happening?" These thoughts flood my mind along with the blinding pain I felt on my leg. "Ugh, wha- wha's wrong?" I mumbled words I myself can't understand. A broken Nokia phone lay on the ground beside the sea of broken glass. A strong smell of gasoline filled the air, making my eyes tear. Things started to happen fast--people shouting, the smell of gas growing stronger, the feeling of pain slowly going away along with the feeling in my right leg, and then the spark.
I saw a large pillar of black smoke rising from the wreckage of a crash. Fire licked the sky surrounded by a sea of faces. Police said the guy driving the Honda fell asleep that resulted in the crash; the guy was burned bad and only dental records can help identify who he is. I stood amidst the chaos, no one seemed to notice I was there. A shadowy figure tapped my shoulder and beckoned me to come. I don't know him, but something tells me that I should follow. I took one last look at the mess before turning my back.
Jun 22, 2008
Captive
Waking up each time from recurring nightmares,
unable to peacefully sleep at night.
Afraid of the shadows and the invisible stares,
Feeling helpless and unable to fight.
Trying to overcome my darkest fears.
Struggling to find the light.
Weakening from the shadow's leers.
Suffocating from the thick darkness.
Feeling that Death is near.
Surrounded by pain, confusion, and sadness,
Fearing the inconspicuous.
I slowly lose my mind, slowly falling to complete madness.
Struggling is of no use,
Fighting to get a hold of sanity,
Beaten by the shadow. I'm left wounded and abused.
Every second feels like eternity,
How long can I hold on?
Before I'm overtaken by insanity.
I reach out my hand shouting for your name,
I reach out my hand...
hoping you'll see and do the same....
unable to peacefully sleep at night.
Afraid of the shadows and the invisible stares,
Feeling helpless and unable to fight.
Trying to overcome my darkest fears.
Struggling to find the light.
Weakening from the shadow's leers.
Suffocating from the thick darkness.
Feeling that Death is near.
Surrounded by pain, confusion, and sadness,
Fearing the inconspicuous.
I slowly lose my mind, slowly falling to complete madness.
Struggling is of no use,
Fighting to get a hold of sanity,
Beaten by the shadow. I'm left wounded and abused.
Every second feels like eternity,
How long can I hold on?
Before I'm overtaken by insanity.
I reach out my hand shouting for your name,
I reach out my hand...
hoping you'll see and do the same....
Jun 12, 2008
Sweet Suicide
The cold, wet earth embraces my body
As I lie buried here under the burning stars.
Six feet below is where I placed myself
Staring silently at the dark, gray night.
The moon never looked so close.
Death is near,
and my whole life flashes before me.
Slowing down as it got to you.
The first time I drowned within your gentle eyes,
The first time I saw your beautiful face.
Your hands I longed to hold.
My heart calling out to you,
wishing you could hear its
Every beat offered to you.
But the cruel hands of faith started
To weave its deadly web.
Allowing our paths never to cross.
I stare at you from afar,
bewitched by your enchanting smile.
You hold the hands of another.
The one you truly love.
I smile knowing you would be happy with him,
I cry knowing I wanna be with you.
Deep inside I slowly die.
I lie slowly fading beneath this heavenly body, the soft earth
Eating its way through my skin.
I closed my eyes one last time,
Trying to burn your face within my mind,
Afraid that Death will allow me to forget.
I hold tight at memories of you,
Knowing you were my sweet suicide.....
As I lie buried here under the burning stars.
Six feet below is where I placed myself
Staring silently at the dark, gray night.
The moon never looked so close.
Death is near,
and my whole life flashes before me.
Slowing down as it got to you.
The first time I drowned within your gentle eyes,
The first time I saw your beautiful face.
Your hands I longed to hold.
My heart calling out to you,
wishing you could hear its
Every beat offered to you.
But the cruel hands of faith started
To weave its deadly web.
Allowing our paths never to cross.
I stare at you from afar,
bewitched by your enchanting smile.
You hold the hands of another.
The one you truly love.
I smile knowing you would be happy with him,
I cry knowing I wanna be with you.
Deep inside I slowly die.
I lie slowly fading beneath this heavenly body, the soft earth
Eating its way through my skin.
I closed my eyes one last time,
Trying to burn your face within my mind,
Afraid that Death will allow me to forget.
I hold tight at memories of you,
Knowing you were my sweet suicide.....
G'nyt
With each tick of the clock
my eyes grow heavy.
With each tick of the clock
I slowly grow sleepy.
The night slowly spreads,
as the moon rises to the sky.
Stars slowly take their place,
burning, dancing, across the purple shaded sky.
I lie on my bed and wait
for Sleep to fully take over me,
I lie on my bed and wait,
for the dreams the night has for me.
my eyes grow heavy.
With each tick of the clock
I slowly grow sleepy.
The night slowly spreads,
as the moon rises to the sky.
Stars slowly take their place,
burning, dancing, across the purple shaded sky.
I lie on my bed and wait
for Sleep to fully take over me,
I lie on my bed and wait,
for the dreams the night has for me.
The Man in the Mirror
I carefully look in the mirror,
a stranger looks back.
A complete unknown,
with a face hurt and worn out...
I touch his face
and the stranger in the mirror
does the same.
Each movement is a complete copy...
I touch the surface of the mirror,
feeling the smooth, glass surface.
I carefully trace the face of the man
in the mirror. Wounded and sad.
Eyes that reflect the pain time had caused.
A face covered with invisible scars that
will never mend. A man battered
by fear and worn out by time.
Tears roll down my face as I
stare back at the man in the mirror.
Tears filled with endless pity,
and the urge to reach out and give help.
The man in the mirror cracks
a smile. Eyes filling up with tears.
Trying to say something,
trying to ask for help.
Tears flood his eyes,
as he whispers something
to me. I heard it and I too
start to cry, when I realized
that the man in the mirror
was not a stranger. The man in
the mirror was someone I know,
I realized that the man is me...
a stranger looks back.
A complete unknown,
with a face hurt and worn out...
I touch his face
and the stranger in the mirror
does the same.
Each movement is a complete copy...
I touch the surface of the mirror,
feeling the smooth, glass surface.
I carefully trace the face of the man
in the mirror. Wounded and sad.
Eyes that reflect the pain time had caused.
A face covered with invisible scars that
will never mend. A man battered
by fear and worn out by time.
Tears roll down my face as I
stare back at the man in the mirror.
Tears filled with endless pity,
and the urge to reach out and give help.
The man in the mirror cracks
a smile. Eyes filling up with tears.
Trying to say something,
trying to ask for help.
Tears flood his eyes,
as he whispers something
to me. I heard it and I too
start to cry, when I realized
that the man in the mirror
was not a stranger. The man in
the mirror was someone I know,
I realized that the man is me...
Downpour
Rain slams down on the rooftop,
lightning rips the dark sky,
breaking clouds in half.
Water cleanses the earth,
quenching the thirst of the dry land,
washing away sadness and dirt.
I stand below the dark clouds,
allowing the rain to wash me away,
listening to the thunder and rain's pitter-patter sounds.
Flashes of lightning turn the sky white
followed by the loud crash of thunder,
I lift my face up, rain blurring my sight.
Wet, tired, and broken.
I fall down to my knees,
wishing for this misery to end.
I watch as the rain wash away the hate,
drowning my callous heart,
letting the rain to vindicate
me. I really wish that things
didn't turn out this way.
Wishing you were still here with me.
The world seems to grow darker,
as more clouds gather,
the rain slowly growing stronger.
As the rain carefully washes me away,
I suddenly realized you were standing before me,
smiling, as the rain slides down your pretty face.
You reach out your hands
and hold mine. Time seems to stop
as we hold hands and you helping me stand.
You hug me tight,
tight enough for me to feel your love,
Tight enough to let me know that things are alright.
We stand together below the pouring rain,
as I hold you within my arms and our skins touch,
I realize that the world seems brighter....
lightning rips the dark sky,
breaking clouds in half.
Water cleanses the earth,
quenching the thirst of the dry land,
washing away sadness and dirt.
I stand below the dark clouds,
allowing the rain to wash me away,
listening to the thunder and rain's pitter-patter sounds.
Flashes of lightning turn the sky white
followed by the loud crash of thunder,
I lift my face up, rain blurring my sight.
Wet, tired, and broken.
I fall down to my knees,
wishing for this misery to end.
I watch as the rain wash away the hate,
drowning my callous heart,
letting the rain to vindicate
me. I really wish that things
didn't turn out this way.
Wishing you were still here with me.
The world seems to grow darker,
as more clouds gather,
the rain slowly growing stronger.
As the rain carefully washes me away,
I suddenly realized you were standing before me,
smiling, as the rain slides down your pretty face.
You reach out your hands
and hold mine. Time seems to stop
as we hold hands and you helping me stand.
You hug me tight,
tight enough for me to feel your love,
Tight enough to let me know that things are alright.
We stand together below the pouring rain,
as I hold you within my arms and our skins touch,
I realize that the world seems brighter....
Jun 2, 2008
Passing by...
Lover walking by, hands held tight. Love lingers in the air, cupid's arrows blot out the sun. Lovers look at each other, the twinkle in each other's eyes proclaiming of eternity of life that'll drown in bliss. The exchanging of "I love you's" come from every corner, slowly hearts became one. Promises are made, sealing them with kisses and love forever true. In a dark corner I sit, I who look seemingly out of place amidst all the love and infatuation. Within my frail hands I hold a small delicate heart, slowly beating, slowly bleeding. A heart once full of joy and hope, a heart that experienced love and to be loved, a heart that felt the harshness of the world, stabbed with betrayal, and slowly it lose life. I hold my heart tight, hugging it close to my empty chest, afraid of finally losing it, afraid of losing myself. But, right then and there, you came. Out of all the oblivious people, you stretch out your hand, you slowly help me stand, you slowly bring back what once was lost.
Apr 17, 2008
Abandoned....
My heart wavers
from pain to melancholy.
Robbed of the opportunity to
experience the bliss life has to
give. Bound by sadness till
kingdom come.
Not knowing what happiness
truly is, I lie here waiting.
Waiting for you to free me,
waiting for you to comfort me.
My eyes turn red from all the tears
I cried. Each tear screaming for
your name. You didn't came.
My heart drowns in confusion,
my love for you falters,
your face slowly being etched away
within me. I feel so numb, yet so hurt.
The question forever remains,
did you not love me?
The question slowly tearing away my
facade. Leaving nothing but a
pitiful creature. Crying from the pain,
numb from all the hurt, dead for eternity....
from pain to melancholy.
Robbed of the opportunity to
experience the bliss life has to
give. Bound by sadness till
kingdom come.
Not knowing what happiness
truly is, I lie here waiting.
Waiting for you to free me,
waiting for you to comfort me.
My eyes turn red from all the tears
I cried. Each tear screaming for
your name. You didn't came.
My heart drowns in confusion,
my love for you falters,
your face slowly being etched away
within me. I feel so numb, yet so hurt.
The question forever remains,
did you not love me?
The question slowly tearing away my
facade. Leaving nothing but a
pitiful creature. Crying from the pain,
numb from all the hurt, dead for eternity....
Mar 12, 2008
The prison within....
I.
My heart drowns in infelicities,
its weight pulling me down.
Sadness, anguish, malice,
doubt, travail. They linger
within my heart. Occupying
every corner, every space,
constantly pulling me down.
II.
I drown within my
heart, my mind is locked in
a melancholy state.
The chains the darkness
conjures holds me captive.
Unable to break free I gradually give up.
Each passing day
I lose sight of who I really am, I continue
on sinking deeper into the abyss.
III
This deep chasm
becomes my prison,
my life, my all. In here
each passing second becomes
a tiny forever.
A forever of gloom,
chains, and nothingness.
I pull and I pull
but the chains that bind me never break.
My strength slowly dries up, along
with my spirit, along with my soul.
III
I turn into a lich, dried to the bones.
The winds from the darkness
continue its beating on my body,
freezing my every part.
The cold bites into my skin,
with its razor sharp teeth,
it never dies out.
Chained and beaten,
I continue my suffering
in the never ending
winter nights.
IV
I wake up,
oblivious to the time.
Time has no meaning
in this forsaken land,
where the sun never shines
and the nights continue forever.
Where the stars are dead,
and the moon is painted red.
Where the wind is alive,
and eats away your flesh.
The land that is within my heart.
I fall back to sleep once again.
V
I lie bruised
and the wind has
scarred me with its
bites. The chains still
bind me, I slowly lose
sanity. The line between
sanity and insanity
vanishes bit by bit.
I laugh and I cry,
hearing myself I grew
terrified. Scared of who I
became. The line
completely disappears.
VI
Death never looked
so beautiful....
Its sweet voice calling me
within the dark.
I feel its cold touch
upon my wounds.
I can feel its breath
right before me.
It's calling me,
asking me to come forward,
offering me serenity,
offering me sanctuary.
The chains slowly come loose,
my hands and legs break free.
I fall into Death's cold arms,
to forever sleep, cradled into
Death's chest....
My heart drowns in infelicities,
its weight pulling me down.
Sadness, anguish, malice,
doubt, travail. They linger
within my heart. Occupying
every corner, every space,
constantly pulling me down.
II.
I drown within my
heart, my mind is locked in
a melancholy state.
The chains the darkness
conjures holds me captive.
Unable to break free I gradually give up.
Each passing day
I lose sight of who I really am, I continue
on sinking deeper into the abyss.
III
This deep chasm
becomes my prison,
my life, my all. In here
each passing second becomes
a tiny forever.
A forever of gloom,
chains, and nothingness.
I pull and I pull
but the chains that bind me never break.
My strength slowly dries up, along
with my spirit, along with my soul.
III
I turn into a lich, dried to the bones.
The winds from the darkness
continue its beating on my body,
freezing my every part.
The cold bites into my skin,
with its razor sharp teeth,
it never dies out.
Chained and beaten,
I continue my suffering
in the never ending
winter nights.
IV
I wake up,
oblivious to the time.
Time has no meaning
in this forsaken land,
where the sun never shines
and the nights continue forever.
Where the stars are dead,
and the moon is painted red.
Where the wind is alive,
and eats away your flesh.
The land that is within my heart.
I fall back to sleep once again.
V
I lie bruised
and the wind has
scarred me with its
bites. The chains still
bind me, I slowly lose
sanity. The line between
sanity and insanity
vanishes bit by bit.
I laugh and I cry,
hearing myself I grew
terrified. Scared of who I
became. The line
completely disappears.
VI
Death never looked
so beautiful....
Its sweet voice calling me
within the dark.
I feel its cold touch
upon my wounds.
I can feel its breath
right before me.
It's calling me,
asking me to come forward,
offering me serenity,
offering me sanctuary.
The chains slowly come loose,
my hands and legs break free.
I fall into Death's cold arms,
to forever sleep, cradled into
Death's chest....
Feb 22, 2008
Black Roses
Black rose petals
Rain down on this earth,
Covering the soil with
Their dark, sweet scent.
The heartless and the loveless
Gather, under the rain of black roses.
The fools dance in circles,
Catching the petals with their faces.
And I stand amidst this gathering,
The gathering of the heartless,
Loveless, and the fools.
Where the tears have dried on our faces,
And the hurt and the scars
Forever carved on our body.
We invite you to join us,
and march along the
Broken hearts parade....
Rain down on this earth,
Covering the soil with
Their dark, sweet scent.
The heartless and the loveless
Gather, under the rain of black roses.
The fools dance in circles,
Catching the petals with their faces.
And I stand amidst this gathering,
The gathering of the heartless,
Loveless, and the fools.
Where the tears have dried on our faces,
And the hurt and the scars
Forever carved on our body.
We invite you to join us,
and march along the
Broken hearts parade....
Feb 14, 2008
Welcome To The Broken Hearts Parade!
Valentine's is here, a day for lovers to come together and a day for others to break their hearts....
One-Sided Love
Why do i feel like this?
Each time our eyes meet,
my heart rapidly beats faster.
Butterflies fluttering within me.
Nausea slowly creeps in,
with each step my head feels lighter.
Feels like I'm stepping on clouds.
Each step directed towards you.
The curve of your lips
each time you smile so sweetly,
it's warmth melts my once frozen heart,
just like in January thaw.
The look of your eyes,
burning into my mind.
Trying to forget about them is futile,
my mind is captivated.
You ensnared my heart
with chains that forever binds.
You hold the key that opens the lock,
I am yours.
But I can't ask you to stay with me,
maybe because happiness can't be
found in me.... I have no gift
with making others around me happy.
Misery is the only thing
that you can get from me.This melancholy
presence that surrounds me,
may only leave you scarred and wounded.
I tried to stop chasing after you,
and days turned to weeks,
then to years. Finally you found
someone that brings the smile on your face.
Another heart that unites with yours,
another heartbeat that rhymes with
your own. You found love with another one.
But then, why do the tears don't stop falling from my eyes?
Each time our eyes meet,
my heart rapidly beats faster.
Butterflies fluttering within me.
Nausea slowly creeps in,
with each step my head feels lighter.
Feels like I'm stepping on clouds.
Each step directed towards you.
The curve of your lips
each time you smile so sweetly,
it's warmth melts my once frozen heart,
just like in January thaw.
The look of your eyes,
burning into my mind.
Trying to forget about them is futile,
my mind is captivated.
You ensnared my heart
with chains that forever binds.
You hold the key that opens the lock,
I am yours.
But I can't ask you to stay with me,
maybe because happiness can't be
found in me.... I have no gift
with making others around me happy.
Misery is the only thing
that you can get from me.This melancholy
presence that surrounds me,
may only leave you scarred and wounded.
I tried to stop chasing after you,
and days turned to weeks,
then to years. Finally you found
someone that brings the smile on your face.
Another heart that unites with yours,
another heartbeat that rhymes with
your own. You found love with another one.
But then, why do the tears don't stop falling from my eyes?
Night on the 14th of February.....
I sit cross-legged on my bed,
waiting for sleep to visit me.
I stare across the dark room,
upon the window where
the moon shines her light.
The dark mingles with the
silver presence of the moon,
flooding my room with
silver and black. I stood up
and walked towards the window.
Staring up the starry sky.
Where stars dance and look
down upon us.
Their flaming body granting us
light on this dark night.
A painting hand-drawn by God himself
is this night sky. With a touch of violet
and a shade of black, in the center
hangs the moon. With the stars
dancing around her.
I stare with awe at the night,
with it's different creatures
singing their songs to the moon.
At an instant, whilst I was held
captive by the beauty of the night,
your face appeared in my mind.
I closed my eyes and saw your face
so vividly, with your every feature
imprinted clearly in my mind.
With your eyes sparkling like the tiny stars
of the sky, and your lips curving into a smile.
The moment I opened my eyes,
I saw you standing in front me.
Your facade glowing with the
radiance of the moon.
I lifted my hand and tried to touch your face,
trying to discern whether you're
really there.
I felt your face, your skin so warm.
Your lips seem to move,
as if you're trying to say something.
But, little by little, you start to fade
into the dark of the night.
I smiled at myself,
and laughed a silent laugh.
Fooled by the moon with her simple
tricks. And as I took one last look at the
night sky, I beckoned sleep to come.
I lie on my bed, and before my whole
consciousness fell into sleep's arms.
I whispered to myself: "I love you",
Wondering if you heard them,
wondering if you too looked up and was captivated
by the night at the same time I was.
Wondering if you whispered
the very same words too.....
waiting for sleep to visit me.
I stare across the dark room,
upon the window where
the moon shines her light.
The dark mingles with the
silver presence of the moon,
flooding my room with
silver and black. I stood up
and walked towards the window.
Staring up the starry sky.
Where stars dance and look
down upon us.
Their flaming body granting us
light on this dark night.
A painting hand-drawn by God himself
is this night sky. With a touch of violet
and a shade of black, in the center
hangs the moon. With the stars
dancing around her.
I stare with awe at the night,
with it's different creatures
singing their songs to the moon.
At an instant, whilst I was held
captive by the beauty of the night,
your face appeared in my mind.
I closed my eyes and saw your face
so vividly, with your every feature
imprinted clearly in my mind.
With your eyes sparkling like the tiny stars
of the sky, and your lips curving into a smile.
The moment I opened my eyes,
I saw you standing in front me.
Your facade glowing with the
radiance of the moon.
I lifted my hand and tried to touch your face,
trying to discern whether you're
really there.
I felt your face, your skin so warm.
Your lips seem to move,
as if you're trying to say something.
But, little by little, you start to fade
into the dark of the night.
I smiled at myself,
and laughed a silent laugh.
Fooled by the moon with her simple
tricks. And as I took one last look at the
night sky, I beckoned sleep to come.
I lie on my bed, and before my whole
consciousness fell into sleep's arms.
I whispered to myself: "I love you",
Wondering if you heard them,
wondering if you too looked up and was captivated
by the night at the same time I was.
Wondering if you whispered
the very same words too.....
Feb 7, 2008
Halcyon Days
Those moments which I deeply cherish,
slowly fades,
they slowly perish.
Goodbye halcyon days....
Good times replaced by sadness,
anger, and pain.
Staying alive fighting to stay sane.
Goodbye halcyon days....
The smiles that warm my heart
completely disappears,
happiness slowly falls apart.
Goodbye halcyon days....
Good times turn to distant memories,
the once warm heart
slowly turns obdurate.
Goodbye halcyon days....
And as time progresses,
with each tick of the clock,
a part of me dies, until the day comes
that I become nothing than a dead memory
rotting within the minds of men....
Goodbye halcyon days.....
slowly fades,
they slowly perish.
Goodbye halcyon days....
Good times replaced by sadness,
anger, and pain.
Staying alive fighting to stay sane.
Goodbye halcyon days....
The smiles that warm my heart
completely disappears,
happiness slowly falls apart.
Goodbye halcyon days....
Good times turn to distant memories,
the once warm heart
slowly turns obdurate.
Goodbye halcyon days....
And as time progresses,
with each tick of the clock,
a part of me dies, until the day comes
that I become nothing than a dead memory
rotting within the minds of men....
Goodbye halcyon days.....
Poison
Such a fool to fall in love with you,
I laugh at myself for loving you,
for I know dreams don't come true,
you won't love me like how I love you...
Days will pass and will turn to weeks,
each passing second your face I always seek.
Like sweet poison weakening my body,
your smile, your eyes, each passing day I long to see.
Each time you pass me by,
I whisper to myself "I love you",
wishing you would hear...
wishing you would say "I love you too...".
My heart aches for all the times I see you,
it shouts your name,
each beat proclaiming my love for you,
I wonder if you can hear it? Hear each beat offered to you.
I try to approach you,
but each time I do
my mind goes blank,
I no longer know what to do.
The desire to hold your hands within mine,
to feel your soft skin, to drown within your eyes.
The urge to be close to you,
wishing to myself someday to be with you.
And just like a dose of poison
that slowly destroys the body,
my one sided love for you
slowly destroys me piece by piece...
I laugh at myself for loving you,
for I know dreams don't come true,
you won't love me like how I love you...
Days will pass and will turn to weeks,
each passing second your face I always seek.
Like sweet poison weakening my body,
your smile, your eyes, each passing day I long to see.
Each time you pass me by,
I whisper to myself "I love you",
wishing you would hear...
wishing you would say "I love you too...".
My heart aches for all the times I see you,
it shouts your name,
each beat proclaiming my love for you,
I wonder if you can hear it? Hear each beat offered to you.
I try to approach you,
but each time I do
my mind goes blank,
I no longer know what to do.
The desire to hold your hands within mine,
to feel your soft skin, to drown within your eyes.
The urge to be close to you,
wishing to myself someday to be with you.
And just like a dose of poison
that slowly destroys the body,
my one sided love for you
slowly destroys me piece by piece...
Jan 24, 2008
On this plain of ice...
On this plain of ice I stand,
a plain of ice, void of all life.
White covers the land.
The sky a shade of gray.
The sun hides himself from the world.
Sluggish clouds float from atop.
Gusts of wind push me down to my knees.
The cold slowly creeps to this cadaverous shell I call my body.
Snow falls from the sky,
covering my head with white.
Tears fall from my eyes,
freezing in mid-air.
My body goes completely numb,
my soul, my heart.
Emotions are gone,
void of all feelings.
The snow covers my body,
I kneel down feeling nothing.
My body completely under the snow, I can't rise.
Life slowly escapes me in this plain of ice.
a plain of ice, void of all life.
White covers the land.
The sky a shade of gray.
The sun hides himself from the world.
Sluggish clouds float from atop.
Gusts of wind push me down to my knees.
The cold slowly creeps to this cadaverous shell I call my body.
Snow falls from the sky,
covering my head with white.
Tears fall from my eyes,
freezing in mid-air.
My body goes completely numb,
my soul, my heart.
Emotions are gone,
void of all feelings.
The snow covers my body,
I kneel down feeling nothing.
My body completely under the snow, I can't rise.
Life slowly escapes me in this plain of ice.
Jan 1, 2008
2008 here i come....
As the year 2007 slowly comes to it's end,
so is another chapter of my life....
And behold, a new one begins!
Happy new year guys!! Another year, another set of poems(and i hope i could improve in my story writing). anyways hope you guys still visit my blog, tnx for all the comments and criticisms(yes even those are worth thanking for). those who became part of my 2007 I thank you, and i hope you'll all still be there in my 2008. Godspeed everyone!
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