“Doubt thou the stars are fire,

Doubt that the sun doth move,

Doubt truth to be a liar,

But never doubt I love.”

I look at the sky and see the sun

But the sun suddenly hide

I was left behind

I look at the moon and see the night sky

The patterns of stars

Toward the window of your heart.

Got an inspiration from a guy whose name is Steve here in Tumblr. He writes very well. I can say that I’m feeling every lines of his poems, living in them. Seriously. Naaaa. When would I get to write often. I am almost losing the patience. There’s a time that I know, I have the feelings, the emos to write but in the next minute I lost them. These times are hard. It sucks. I wish I could play the time and be back in the moments where writing is just a piece of cake. Lol.

I’ve been singing songs of Imissyou’s for quite a while

With thoughts of you and your smile

Remembering how I hate your air of confidence

But longing for your unrecognized presence

I’ve been singing songs of Imissyou’s for quite a while

With a wish to see you though in a mile

Praying for it tommorrow,

In the morning light, so to wash away my uncanny sorrow.

* Written in the midst of February. Didn’t get the chance to put up a third stanza and finish this poem. The feeling suddenly got away.

* “LUMISAN. NANG-IWAN. PAALAM.”

I don’t know why whenever I walk in the rain, I always wait for someone who would share his umbrella with me. With a silence that’s never awkward just the sound of raindrops falling in the ground and someone at my side who would smile when I pay a glance for his unexpected appearance. The kind of smile that would assure me that I would never get drenched again because he’s there.

It must have been my “hopeless romantic” side or my flair for literature, expecting for something, an inspiration perhaps, to write. Must have been my unearthly imagination that flies every time. But seriously, I have been asking myself if this scenario-waiting-to-happen would ever occur and that if there’s still such a guy assuming that today, gentlemen are hard to find. Just a thought.

(Ako pa na mahilig magdikit ng salitang “weird” sa lahat ng bagay. Grotesque, hell, yeah. *laughs*)

“Angel” ang pangalan ko kasi yung midwife na nagpaanak sa ina ko, hindi alam yung spelling nung dapat talagang pangalan ko. Sa aming magkakapatid, ako lang yung pinanganak sa bahay, ako lang din yung may ganitong kapalaran. Ata. (Magiging masaya siguro ako kung may makikilala akong taong kaparehas ko ng sitwasyon. Para naman maisip ko na hindi lang ako ang nakakaramdam ng feeling na isang pagkakamali lang ang lahat. Lol.) Perhaps, ito yung WEIRD. Bigtime. Kaya yung mga taong nag-iisip na “mabait” ako dahil “Angel” ang pangalan ko, sorry to disappoint you guys, aksidente lang ang lahat.

Mahilig ako magbasa, weird ba yun?

Buhay ko ang Sining at ang Panitikan. Krass ko si Pablo Neruda at mahal na mahal ko ang mga tula nya. Krass ko din si Bob Ong, weird ba yun?

Trying hard ako magjoke kahit korni, gusto ko kasi lahat ng taong kasama ko nakangiti, weird ba yun?

Mababaw lang ang kaligayahan ko sa buhay. Pag-depress ako, kain ako ng kain ng chocolates. Matakaw kaya ako (kahit hindi halata). Weird ba yun?

Masyado akong mapagbigay, oo lang ng oo (weee?), weird ba yun?

Gumugulong ako sa sahig pag subrang tawang-tawa ako, weird ba yun?

Nagmumura ako, ng unti, minsan, freedom of expression nga e, natural na naman yun diba ? Weird pa din ba yun ? (Atleast, admitted ko.)

Mahilig ako sa color white at gray. Tuwang-tuwa ako sa mata ng pusa. Minsan pag gigil na gigil na ako, gusto ko na talagang dukutin yung super-adorable-eyes nung pusa ng kapit-bahay namin, buti na lang napipigilan ko yung sarili ko kundi matagal na akong nabato ng paso nun. Di kaya ‘to weird, gross lang.

May panata akong hindi pagtatapon ng basura sa kung saan liban sa basurahan, weird ba yun, e, ang bait ko nga.

Ugh, ano pa ba ? Wala na akong maisip.

Basta, isa lang naman ang paulit-ulit na tumatakbo ng paikot-ikot, pabalik-balik, labas-pasok, atras-abante sa utak ko, HINDI AKO WEIRD. Period. Kandado. Susi. Tapon. Dagat. Tapos. Lalanguyin mo pa ba ?

<From my FbNotes. http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=367193829968995>

As the sun strikes rays upon you, you become the sun’s son. I realized how my world revolves around you, so slow that it’s never harsh, never rushes anything. Like my love for you, it’s lenient, never expecting anything in return. So intimate that even the sight of you with your eyes locking on mine makes me melt in the intensity of how you look at me. I wish I am brave enough to reach you, go beyond the boundaries and touch you. Set aside your hotness and the pain of the contact. But I know I am not. Time would morph to something unrecognizable before I get the chance to avow what I feel. And from this day forward, I would start loving you, endlessly, from afar, My Sun.