yabs

Treading softly to and fro

With no hint of sorrow

No trace of remorse

For the evening before

All that transpired

Between minutes and hours

Seem insignificantly pointless

Mourning is logically moot

So there I was

A pedestrian in a stagnant world

The only moving body

In that peaceful stillness

The agent of chaos

To the normalcy of life

For I am a contradiction

An enshrouded rapscallion

Because behind this smile and sweetness

Lurks a frivolous, knavish

And malevolent guise

That few will know

And even fewer will understand...

yabs

In a battle of words
And a conflict of intellect
This sole mind weeps
For the idiocy of this argument

To question my choices
And react to my actions
Without a single inking of logic
Masking a guilt for involving others

Back-stepping to foolish stories
Concocted to suit your tale
As you try to grasp your innocence
Or focus on the more trivial

For me to want time for myself
To think and set perspectives
Is my right and not yours
React all you want... I care not

Yet if you refuse to be silenced
Remember one important thing
I am still the faithful keeper
Of your deepest and darkest secrets

and if I really intended to betray you
I would have more to say
Than just simple stupid comments
Now i ask you, who is the real friend here?

yabs

Yun ang problem sa tao... Nagrereklamo sila pag malungkot sila. Simple lang ang sagot diyan, hindi trabaho ng ibang tao ang pasayahin kayo. That's something you need to do on your own. Hindi pwedeng lahat ng nawawala sa buhay niyo, akala niyo mahahanap niyo sa iba.

Hindi pwedeng sabihin mong gusto mong bumalik ang tao o maayos ang problema habang lahat naman ng lumalabas sa bibig mo ay reklamo at sama ng loob.

Hindi lahat ng bagay sikreto hindi din lahat pwedeng ipag-sabi sa iba. Hindi ka pwedeng magtanong kung ano ang problema habang ang katotohanan ay alam mo na pala.

Hindi ka pwedeng mag-sorry kung alam mong uulitin mo din lang ang problema. Hindi ka pwedeng magalit kapag nagdesisyon ang isang tao tungkol sa buhay niya.

at kung hindi mo alam kung ano talaga ang problema, hindi mo maintindihan ang reklamo o hindi mo gustong tanggapin ang katotothanan... yun ang pinaka malaking patunay na hindi kayo pwedeng magsama.

yabs

In abysmal thought

Of events from my immediate past

Wondering if I had been a bigot

Blinded and prejudiced by my fear

A perspective obscured

By my own self-righteous certainty

My mind in garrulous conflict

My tongue in sedated secrecy

My actions, decisions and emotions

Seemingly impassive in their eyes

Unknown to them is this anguish

I release behind closed doors

Unknown to them is my accolade

Of their pure naiveté

Their sweet innocence

That I no longer find in myself

A freedom I no longer hold

My mind, polluted by trepidation

Aged to a dreadful wretchedness

A latrine of the intellectual and foul