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Ian Jason De La Cruz
Baguio City, Benguet, Philippines

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Entries for February, 2008

February 14, 2008

Forgotten-Forbidden Kiss


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He breached the boundaries
Of right and wrong
He crossed the line
That his principles had set.

She looked at him
And he looked back
She smiled
As he stared into her eyes

He pulled her close
She did not resist
And she knew from then
Curiosity was leading them on

Closer and closer
Until their lips touched
they felt like
they were on fire

When he kissed her lips
Their eyes both closed
It felt so right
But so forbidden

Short but quite intense
Confusing and so unexpected
They were friends
Or so they believed

They both stepped back
After that exquisite contact
and began to question
Why and what had just transpired.

They pretended,
though it was unresolved,
That that event
did not occur

They had their moment
Which could have gone even deeper
Than the bounds
their friendship had set

They end it there
Pretended it never happened
Just another moment lost
Another forgotten-forbidden kiss.
Posted by yabs on February 14, 2008 at 11:13 AM | Comments
February 14, 2008

Losing My Muse


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So now my words have begun to fail me, I am nothing if I am unable to express myself in the eloquence of daily writing and poetry-filled thoughts. I am a nobody taking my chances in the lies and the drama thrown towards me.

There are the wraiths of need and solitude that continuously stalk me and infect my daily thoughts. My once active imagination and vibrant zest for life's lyrics have been replaced by this lacuna of dark, useless, nothingness.

I attribute this loss of inspiration to my saturation of the muses I chose. The bitterness, depression and ill-fated love I used to draw my literary guidance from have made me rigid and closed-minded. This self-reproach for my past transgressions do not offer much comfort as I lie alone every night. Solely because I never could find anyone at par with that which I desire to feel for daily.

Living sub standardly. A parasite long devoid of ambition and purpose. Content with the measly scraps of what would surely have been great.

Time now to search, not for what was lost... But for what can be gained anew. New muses, new purpose, new ambitions... a new life. No reasons, no delays...

Though I may not have the ability to indite many compositions... I would rather write one last poem that would insipire me everyday, than write a million just to help me get by every rise and set of the sun.
Posted by yabs on February 14, 2008 at 11:19 AM | Comments
February 14, 2008

Unsaid


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I try not to live in regret (though i write about it a whole lot). but If there was only one regret i had in life... this would be not being able to tell someone this:

 "I always knew we were made for each other. Not because you and I have shared so much and have been through even more. I do not think this way just  because we have a child. I think like this because since the day I met you, I knew I could love you forever."

Posted by yabs on February 14, 2008 at 11:26 AM | 1 Feedback
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