Entries for May, 2008

Rain-drenched
As the elements Pour
Finding uncorrupted purity
In each tear of the crying sky

It blankets this world
My world...

Long forgotten wonder
Envelops my tired soul
It cools my body
It soothes my spirit

The sun shines through
Creating perfect harmony...

The raindrops on my head
As the sun caresses my face
The water at my feet
But warmth all around

Contrasting...
Complimenting...

My eyes closed
My lips form a smile
I breathe in
I exhale

I am Aquarian, the water element
I embrace the sun, my friendly opposite

Lay-down on the grass
To better feel this gift
Cold and Heat
Both personal needs

I opened my eyes
Screamed so very loud

To release
To alleviate
To give something back
To express

Posted by yabs on May 1, 2008 at 06:13 PM | Comments

Faced with difficulty
As resolutions seem further away
Doing what I cannot explain
Becoming who I used to hate

My personality comes into question
Turning into a hypocrite
An irony of morals and of emotions
A libertine; a debauchee

I dare not go this path
Nor trek aimlessly and restrained
in the endless mountains of loneliness
Only to remain solitary and wistful

Yes I have Fallen,
Numerous times for the wrong people
Left unheard and unrequited
Perpetually in search

Rarely liked because of who I am
Blunt and purely candor
Inadequate and a penury
Emotionally tempest-swept

I give effort to distance myself
But the more I try to,
THe more it feels so right
Despite my trampled morals

I feel selflessly-selfish
A immorally moral
Deciding between the lesser of two evils
Both evil nontheless...

Posted by yabs on May 1, 2008 at 06:25 PM | Comments
I'm so tired
Yes, I'm so weary
Trying to live the life
That was robbed from me

I don't want to wake
To another day of this
I don't want to care
Whom she might have kissed

I don't want to think
Or be reminded of
If she lay in his bed
Or if she professed her love

I don't want to see
What they aim to hide
Because the fact remains
She is no longer my bride

Yes it hurts
Oh God, it bleeds so much
To have seen her in his arms
As she reciprocates his touch

I just want to be happy
Even when I am alone
To not leave my friends
Just to go cry at home

I'm so tired
Even though I already gave up
My life's once again affected
Though I begged for it to stop

You don't know how hard it was
To pretend to be blind, mute and deaf
When everyone keeps asking
How and why I left

Here you are again
Denying the truth we know
Lying to the ones I love
Acting innocent but just for show

I'm angry because I'm tired
Of the shame and pain you've brought
Despite my own denial
In every fiber of moral thought

God please help me now
All I want is to forget
Because every ounce of sadness
More anguish it begets...
Posted by yabs on May 5, 2008 at 11:47 AM | Comments
This something I wrote (apparently - pretty drunk), that seemed to be cool at the time but now simply seems silly. Nonetheless, I need to post it because I told myself that whatever I write should be posted in honor of the exact time and effort put into it.

Sherie and Guy have been seeing each other for quite sometime now, they enjoy each other's company. She's not the type of girl whom he would usually date and He's not who she usually would go for either. But as Chance would have it, they met. They slowly realized how nice it feels to be with each other. Long conversations, coffee while relaxing... This goes on for quite sometime.

SHERIE: "You know, I really like just walking around... Don't care where to, just as long as I get to move around."

GUY: "I'm not really a walker. I'm more of a sit-down-and-talk kind of guy."

SHERIE: "That seems nice, but it gets so boring and monotonous."

GUY: "Not for me... I'd rather stay put. I really really HATE walking around!"

SHERIE: "Sometimes I really wonder why I hang-out with you... We're total opposites!"

GUY: "That may be true, but I guess its also true that opposites actually do attract."

SHERIE: "Speaking of that, I don't know where this... I mean WE... Are going."

GUY: "What do you mean?"

SHERIE:  "I mean, we're always together, we know everything about each other... but where are we going? What are we doing? Is this just as it is? Or something more?"

GUY: "Sherie, I really like you."

SHERIE: (biting her lower lip) "So you just like me?"

GUY: "Well its kinda hard to explain... Especially to you."

SHERIE: "Try me, I think I understand things pretty well."

Guy bows down and just pauses. There's silence in the air and anticipation just mounting.

GUY: "Based on my experiences, I can no longer say the words I love you, because I know what saying those words will eventually do to me."

Sherie looks disappointed and decides to turn away. She begins to walk... Guy follows and walks right beside her, still trying to collect his thoughts. Sherie is clearly sad and regrets even asking Guy that question. They walk for 20 or 30 minutes in utter silence. They eventually stop.

Sherie asks, "So you can't say you love me huh? I'm sorry for even asking you. Or for bringing it up. I know you're afraid of that because of what happened to you in the past."

Guy smiles at her and he looks at Sherie, stares straight into her eyes, holds her hand. With all the emotion in his eyes, he utters in a calm and genuine manner "Yes, I can't say that... Maybe not for now. But not because I don't feel it. You know what Sherie? I know I would walk with you everyday! If I couldn't, I would never ever be happy again..."
Posted by yabs on May 5, 2008 at 11:54 AM | 1 Feedback
I have reached the crossroads. The point where I do not want to know anything more about you and your life. I refuse to be happy if it means being happy with you. I would rather wallow in my unending misery than endure true but temporary bliss by your side.

I would erect walls to keep you out of my life. Subject myself to procedures that will block any and all memories of you. I would trade my smiles for tears and my ecstasy for agony.

All this because you are someone that will never learn, no matter what lessons you are forced to face. Your presence brings about mediocre sincerity, true joy and extreme misfortune. You have left your mark on me and who I am... Or should I say "who I was." Someone I could never go back to... The "I" I built up and strengthened for so long. The person I showed and opened to you without shame. The "me" that now has nothing but regrets. This man who wishes for the opposite of life.

Do I cry? Or do I just keep it all to myself? Just like I have been doing in the whole year before I left and even eight months after that. I curse this world for granting me this love that would never go away. This extreme sense of betrayal that refuses to expire. This pent-up pain that haunts even the simplest of my dreams.

Go away! Please leave and let it seem like we had never met or shared anything. I keep myself composed whenever I see you and your new-found love. Yet deep within me the tears keep flowing. The sadness looms, mocking me and my fake temporary defenses.

Wounds do heal but mine has been a gaping, bleeding hole full of broken promises and unanswered prayers. I see you and the happiness you now seem to enjoy. And all I can think of is the wish that I had never met you and never felt true love and true pain. Because I have nothing left in me but remnants of my shattered identity mixed with chunks of you and me. When I know for a fact, that out there is a better life. Free from you and from myself.
Posted by yabs on May 5, 2008 at 02:13 PM | Comments

Not Bashing on you...

just posting long overdue stuff.

 

 

The truth is only true
To those who know of it
Your lies still dominate
The image of everything

Still striving
For self-preservation
At the expense of everyone else
Selfish and immature

Never veracious
Always a prevaricator
And an extreme recreant
Aiming for the image of "maturity"


A jade, a concubine
A mistress, a flamboyant deceiver
Yet ultimately, nothing more
Than a child who fears her mother

A fear so deeply rooted
That she needs to lie
And pretend that she has learned
All for herself, all for expedience

To make it seem like she's a victim
Surrounded by evil
Shamefully, she will never learn
Or tell the complete truth

It fills my heart with sorrow
That she will never clear my name
Or come clean and change
Or ever learn true regret

All for the name of selfishness
All for the preservation of her image
All for the fear of repercussions
Never for truth, love or family...

Posted by yabs on May 5, 2008 at 02:18 PM | Comments
Stories are stories

Stories are stories
Lies are lies

The truth is true
And the facts are right

Words are just words
Simple, plain

But just like actions,
They can cause much pain

Whatever was said
Plus all that was proved

Can never be taken back,
Much less removed

Regret is regret
And it can't change the past

Forever was forever
Until the end came at last

No belief in words
Nor in half-hearted acts

Disgusted by what happened
All that has come to pass

Not really goodbye
But never "welcome back!"

Not risking anything
For a life that's back on track

So truth or lies
Unerasably occurred

Consequences of decisions
Unavoidably incurred
Posted by yabs on May 5, 2008 at 02:22 PM | Comments
Its been a while
Its been a whirlwind time
So quick and untimely
So unbearably sublime

Living with worries
but stepping up with the beat
Fed-up with the formula
Of Love-Hate-Cheat

Almost did
What was done to me
But realized it was wrong
Now I set myself free

Almost became a user
Like those whom I know well
But knew there and then
It would have been personal hell

Finding new love
Not part of the plan
Just avoiding hurt
For as long as I can

No longer a factor
Or a desire at the moment
Now free from this chain
this cycle of torment

No Harlot's, or Jade's
No bitterness in mind
Since this has happened
The world seems more kind

Hardly any lies
Scarcely depressed
No more sleepless nights
Just evenings of rest

Met someone great
But no plans for now
No more preoccupations
On where it goes or how

Just happy at last
Of the stuff I removed and erased
Living seems sweeter now
No longer bitter to the taste
Posted by yabs on May 5, 2008 at 02:25 PM | Comments
Will not call it "Love"
Not even the slightest bit

Will keep it simple
Even if I want more

First time tonight
I ever really knew you

First time ever
That I felt your touch

That simple hug
Plus holding your hand

That simple gesture
Free from judging eyes

People happy
To see us that way

People smiling
And hoping for the best

Embraced by the group
That's seen my worst

Embracing your presence
As a fresh relief

That night brought out
The pure things I lost

That night all I had
Was truth in every smile.
Posted by yabs on May 5, 2008 at 02:28 PM | Comments
I do not want
To be defined
By the relationships
I have...

Nor do I want
To be defined
By the relationships
I do not have...

Or by whatever,
Whoever,
However
I lost or gained

That is not me.
Nor is it a sign
of what things might become
Or how things came to be

Nobody can take the lead
by personal interventions,
Or by underhanded schemes
Not even with dreams of hope

I have existed
And I failed
I have lived
And succeeded

I have fallen
For a million times
But have risen
A million times more

I dwell in my bitterness
So fail
I used it as fuel
So I could Rise again

For now things are unsure
But that's how "things" are
All I have is certainty
That sooner or later, Life will begin anew.

Posted by yabs on May 5, 2008 at 02:31 PM | Comments
I have not fallen
But I'm in danger of it
I see the signs
And it clouds my better judgment

I do not want to commit
Another mistake
For the sake of love
Whether true or fake

I want to prove
That I can be happy
Even when I'm left
To my own faculties

It's been so rough
It has never stopped
To hurt and confuse
My ill-treated soul

This strong and happy persona
Is merely a facade
One that is slowly fading
To show my failure and shame

I fear my dreams
For the torture it brings
The reminder of the festering truth
This curse of memory and knowledge

That she is happy
Even in sin
No shame, no doubt
No second thoughts

All I want is to crawl in bed
Utter silence as my friend
Pitch black dreams of nothingness
To cradle me as I sleep

It is because of this,
This nightmare of emotions
That I do not want to fall
As I have fallen before

Until I have picked-up
Ever shard, every piece
Every particle
Of my assulted anima
Posted by yabs on May 5, 2008 at 02:35 PM | Comments
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