I love Flowers too January 9, 2008

I am independent
I work to feed and clothe myself
I have no rules to follow
I have no curfew, no guardians
Yet I need someone to see me as weak

I speak my mind
I act on my decisions
I stand by my principles
I take no crap from people
Yet I need someone to see me falter

I admit my mistakes
I was foolish in love
I fell for shallow promises
I hated my own stupidity
Yet I need someone to love me passionately

I listen to my inner voice
I rely on my instincts
I take pride in my accomplishments
I did it, on my own
Yet I need someone to be smarter than me

I project a woman of strength
I bare my claws when needed be
I do not back down
I choose my battles
Yet I need someone whom I can surrender to

truth is

I am a woman
I want to be held inside a man’s strong arms
I want to be kissed on the forehead
I want to melt in the moment, that I am his world
I want to let go and feel loved
I love flowers too…white roses for a lady like me

Time December 27, 2007

Time

There is a time to smile from the heart
and to make one to make people feel better

There is a time to be honest with our words
and to mince to lessen the sting of utterance

There is a time to drown in happiness
and to forego it for the joy of the majority

There is a time to think because we want to
and to decide because we have no other choice

There is a time to fight for what is right
and accept defeat for loved ones are in pain

There is a time to fall in love blindly
and to love because it was meant to be

There is a time to open one’s life to others
and to build walls to survive

There is a time to finally let go of what cannot be undone
and to regret because there was a way to escape it

There is a time to choose, to be or not to be
and to just stand still and wait for time

There is a time to be selfish and forget everything
and to be considerate for others depend on you

There is a time to be deliriously be in the moment
and then wake up because it can never last

…this is the time I am opening my mind
and closing a door…

This is the time to say goodbye.

Free Fall December 4, 2007

 I stand here

Looking down into a dark speck

My chest rises then hesitantly falls

And my being cruelly questioned

I stand here

Waiting if my mind would succumb

Order my whole body to just surrender

To close my eyes and fall freely

I stand here

My fears live in a cave of bats

I hear the eerie sound, beckoning

Yet I am still tempted

Why are you doing this?

Luring me into a lion’s den

I tried to pull away, far from you

It is wanton escape, pathetic attempt

Why are you doing this?

Seducing me to never look back

Cast away my hundred masks

And hold your hand with my own blood

….I fell from my own cage.

Then I let go of your hand for it is inevitable yet your imprint is engraved on my tombstone

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the Creepiest One of All? October 16, 2007

 

Halloween Night on the 6 Train

 A New Yorker lies down on the wooden floor,
So weary, so tired, she could think no more;
profilepic41.jpgso she fell asleep with strength in bane
Dreams that she rode on a clean Manhattan bound train.

The boiler was filled with eerie fear
And George Bush himself was the engineer;
The passengers were Motley Crue
She does not have a single * ing clue

GQ men in Gucci cloth, with tails they seem to wag
Gargoyle looking women and one like a rich old hag
Everyone choo- choos with all their might
In the train of Bush oh my! What a horrible sight!

The train rustles on a bloody clueless pace
Bush, with his devilish grin and foot in the mouth face;
Wider and longer, the city grew,
Faster, the train’s engine flew

Loud screams and the train crashed
Gory blood and broken bones clashed;
Desperate and stale the air became
She quivers in fright with such amount of shame

The 6 train dashes with the people’s yell
With Bush on board, it’s definitely hell!
Oh! how she shrieked with intolerable pain
And begged heavens to stop the dumb train

But he did the ridiculous jig with glee,
And giggled, joked at their misery
The New Yorker thought it was true
That her time was not yet due

The ghastly conductor will now retire
Smarter America will never rehire
A war with no logic but only fear
Lost thousands of soldiers who were so dear

The caboose draws to a sudden halt
Her face down on the dirty asphalt
She was dreaming all along
It is Halloween all night long

Ghouls and goblins is no match
If your conductor is a stupid punch
Another hope is at bay
George’s Halloween will never again stay
For the next election is on its way 

Halloween is just around the corner.

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Panibagong Pangalawang Tingin September 24, 2007

Mga ilang araw na rin
Na ako ay nabubugnot
Reklamo lang ang gawain
Wala kase akong mahugot
Sa aking pitakang butas

Pinanood ko ang Shrek tres
Pati si spidey sa sinehan
Pero puro treska putres
Hindi pa rin ako masiyahan
Palagay ko buhay ay boring

Ang mga boss ko ay mga aso
Trabaho hanggang malupog ako
Green card kase ang nakapusta
Sayang kung tawagin ko silang P_ta!
Pero hirap banatin ang pasensya

Habang naglalakad mula AMC
Pagkatapos manood nga Paprika
Isang Anime na okey to see
Isang madusing na mama
Nagkakalkal sa mabahong basura

Limang minuto bago ko siya nakita
Away drama kami ng aking giliw
Wala raw akong pasensya
Hindi ako makontento
Puro na lang ako reklamo
Sagot ko, masama ba ang mangarap?
Lahat naman ay nakukuha ko sa hirap
Ako nga ang poster girl nito
Ang dolyar ko ay para pa ring piso
Pagod na ako magtrabaho
Gusto ko ng ganito, ganyan
Hindi ako masamang tao
Brat lang kung minsan
Mga buto ko ay sadyang tuyo
Sa karera ng New York
Pero nang nakita ko ang lalake
Walang sapatos, maruming damit
Ginto ang binasurang tinapay sa kalye
Naisip ko ang buhay niya, sobrang pait
Ako naman ay di makuntento
Samantalang ako, may pang sine
May pambayad sa mga gastusin
Konting luho, padala kay lola
Naisip ko, bad ako
Hindi ako thankful
Tahimik akong sumakay ng train
Sorry sa kasama ko again
Ang mamang nakita ko sa basurahan
Isang imahe na di ko malilimutan
Mangangarap pa rin ako

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