I HAD YOU

 

I ran back against the strong wind,

against the drops of water that slowly trickled and casted a sad somber feel,

the likes that imitates the sad love story we just saw.

 

I am about to say I am sorry,

I am about to plead my life with just these three words,

I am about to beg and give you the relish of seeing me in misery

Of Me not having You, in my Life, EVER.

 

But Alas like in every sad love story, your car arrived too early and mine came late

that I have to wilder through traffic, while yours was blissful.

I came at your door in despair, sorrow hanging on my shoulders and tears struggling not to fall..

 

But your already gone.

 

Gone, that you haven’t been able to hear how every bit of your

touch haunts me, how every soft whispers can still be heard inside my room,

how your embrace have made me courageous, how I hold you dear, how I treasure YOU!

 

Well, technically its when I HAD YOU.

 

 

Now this is our sad love story, true, painful and a sad cliche.

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Losing that Lovin’ feeling

 

Only those who fight survives

‘tis what keeps repeating in my head

The hurt and disappointment lingers ever since

And not a damn good memory was left

 

I tried to reach the heaven for us dear

To be lifted up and hope for a reconciliation

But my mind keeps spewing cuss and hate

So does my heart that is buried in frustration

 

Now I think back of the days that gone by

For the ifs and should, might have brought change

Then again we are but mortals who hate and sin

and forget what is to love and show compassion.

 

 

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Hi guys, I’m back well hopefully for good if inspiration will be good to me. Anywho I will be doing several Mariah Carey inspired poems or essay. Been in high heaven with her songs

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This Love

Lingering again back to the days and nights when we thought we fully understand.

 

I am not foolish nor blind

I am nor crazy nor desperate

but what am I right now is a person who feels

Feels the throngs of passion,

of hurt and worries,

of desire and sweet anticipation,

Of one day meeting you.

 

Again these are the nights when I would stay up and linger, back to the days when I thought my world would be with you.

 

So now as I get myself back to sleep, I’d like to listen one more time to the music of my love.. the one that belongs to you.

 

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Songs by Miss Angela Aki, a fave artist of mine.

Ang Pag-ibig ko’y Isang Rosas

Sa likod ng kanyang mga titig

may misteryong nakapaligid

mula sa mga matang may luhang nangingilid

at sa mapupulang labing tampipi

 

Mga talukap na kay bigat at nangingitim

paglinang na nauupos ang syang mababatid

at sa pagaralgal nyang pagtaghoy ng iyong ngalan

ni minsan ba’y iyong napakinggan?

 

Iyon ang mukha at anyo ng kanyang pagibig

tila isang natuyong rosas sa nagbabagang init

sa tingkad nito sa simula di nga ba’t ligaya ang naihatid

ngayo’y lanta at mapusyaw na tila umaamot ng pagibig.

aaaaa

photo courtesy of gettyimages.com

 

 Once a blooming red rose,
full of streaming life in its vein.
Now A wilting black petal
rupturing with death and pain.- Jessica Sorensen