tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76465842011-12-15T10:37:14.042+08:00if one day i find you, only to learn that i must let you go soon, then this journey would still not be in vain, for that one moment when our eyes met, is enough to last me a thousand dreams for every night i'll spend without you.poeticnooknoreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646584.post-1102747522905333062004-12-11T14:33:00.000+08:002006-07-28T16:44:02.943+08:00

Last night I dreamt I was alive again, I felt I was tasting life for the first time; the feel of rain on the tip of my tongue was so real, so delicate, so tragic. I walked in and around my dream wondering where my imagination ended and reality began, but I could never really tell.That's when I saw the shadow of a kindred soul lying on its back, right on the same mound of sand where I buried my

poeticnooknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646584.post-1101124849974523082004-11-22T19:59:00.000+08:002006-07-28T16:46:49.476+08:00

lately the dreams were late to come and wake me up from reality. i have been turning stones but none of them can tell me where i've left the *missing piece*. that only made me more lost. maybe there is no such piece, maybe i have it with me but i just dont know it. maybe i had it once and i broke it mindlessly because i didnt know its value then. maybe maybe maybe. uncertainty is the only sure

poeticnooknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646584.post-1092391362437036772004-08-13T18:00:00.000+08:002006-07-28T16:51:14.930+08:00

one moonlit night i went out to look for stars that may have lost their hold on the great dark sky and decided to fall and graze the leaves and branches of my neighbor's backyardfrom the bushes, i picked one tiny drop of sunlight and whispered: "hi"it flickered ever so slightly and looked as if it was abashed to be seen in such a frightful state. i lifted my palm encouragingly and said: "dont be

poeticnooknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646584.post-1090680400635532082004-07-24T22:30:00.000+08:002006-07-28T16:55:51.446+08:00

it was raining again this afternoon when i went out, i cant really stay sad when everything else around me, even the weather, is gloomy. im not really sad though, im lost. and this loss confuses me, until i no longer know what to feel and how to feel.this place is covered with black and sharp and stinging things, i cant stay here and wait till they come to life and choke me. i want to run far

poeticnooknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646584.post-1090658501559873962004-07-24T16:25:00.000+08:002004-07-24T16:52:08.676+08:00

"I'm finding my way back to sanity again Though I don't really know what i'm gonna do when i get there I take a breath and hold on tight Spin around one more time And gracefully fall back to the arms of grace" - breathing, lifehouse after almost a decade of walking behind your shadows, i feel lost now that i have chosen a path away from you. you used to define me. you are in every line of my

poeticnooknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646584.post-1089984543027860552004-07-16T21:02:00.000+08:002006-07-28T16:59:48.283+08:00

no time is the wrong time to be thinking about you. especially on late nights like this when the only company that keeps me awake is the sound of horns from vehicles plowing along ayala avenue. i should be going home really, i have no business staying here, im too preoccupied with a zillion other miniscule distractions that prevent me from accomplishing my work. im just here so i can be with the

poeticnooknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646584.post-1089975131167150642004-07-16T16:28:00.000+08:002004-07-16T21:02:03.166+08:00

the clouds are pouring its rage on the towers of this spired city. im tempted to stay inside and let the storm pass but i have promises to keep.. after everything ive went through, a little drop of rain cant hurt me now.   promises, you said you hated making promises, because you always break them. but why make a promise you can never keep in the first place? to ease present doubts and worries?

poeticnooknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646584.post-1089939232262165922004-07-16T08:51:00.000+08:002004-07-16T21:42:48.300+08:00

im still waiting here, waiting for you to come sit by my side and take my hand, and walk me home.. it seems ages ago when we last sat together and just watched the blue sky turn to orange then finally to a deep purple. that was years ago, and we were both too young, we didnt know any better, or maybe we knew too much then.. i dont know anymore. i never knew anything. you were the wise one. i

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