Up when I thought. >.< .

Once I thought there was an angel,

Now all I see is a brute mongrel.

Your quiet pesky mood,

Kills everything I thought was good.

On the first day, we became friends,

Smiling, you dare to pretend.

These scars you've now led,

Too late for them to mend.

Your brown eyes so filled with lies,

Knowing perfectly whom you despise.

Picture perfect person you entice,

I just thought we were allies.

You're not a queen that I'd bow down,

You're no saint that I'd kneel upon.

You're no worthy of praise,

You and me, we're just the same.

So don't be a Madonna,

And feel like you're all that.

You always compare with thee,

Now go, and subject to the jury.

Never shall I once again be careless,

And choose the people who care-less!

At least, that's for the best,

Goodbye my long lost friend, 

It's time for this heart to rest.

Bet Shot!

 

Notice how the people in the picture are so prim and proper. . . why do you think so?? Maybe because they’re shy??

When you're shy, your restrained. When you're shy, you don't get to do what you really really want.


An example is when your taking a picture.

It’s amusing how people would somehow just back out because they are shy. What one can do is an ocean of possibilities. But because of the tendency of fear of being embarrassed and of being wrong overpowers them, they resort to limit themselves.

Some are just lucky because they have this big bottle of confidence inside them, that makes them get what they want, express what they feel, and grab an opportunity when it knocks them at the front door. While those people who are otherwise, most often just get the safe bet shot.

I guess people can’t help themselves; after all we are just humans. Sometimes the level of confidence a person has depends on where they come from, what they achieved, and what they can do more.

It’s depressing to think that people who have amazing talents, get their beautiful gift, wasted!

Cases sometimes may be because choices are limited but truth be told, we are the ones who limit ourselves.

So if you are in for a picture, would you dare to pose? Or would you just smile, and take the safe bet shot?

I say POSE! Take the BEST SHOT of your life. Take the BEST SHOTS, go for them, and see how well you can jump!

Because AFTER you start trying, you'll get BETTER and BETTER!

Annoyed and Annoying are two different words. Maybe, your just annoyed. Just because your annoyed, it doesn't necessarily mean that that person is already ANNOYING! Know the difference! Otherwise, it will hit you in the future that your timid mind is the REAL reason why you and her aren't friends!

--A post one time.

Know the Difference!

Words may be just air with sounds, but words are also darts. It will hit you at the most unexpected time possible. So know very well, what your saying and what your referring to. . .Because one letter, one word and one meaning can change what you mean. And because you don't know the difference, your putting yourself miles and miles away from the real truth.

For EXAMPLE:

• Engaged -- Engaged
• Date -- Date
• Annoyed -- Annoying
• NO -- know
• Ass -- ass

Technically, Homonyms are not what I mean. But what I want YOU to understand is that you have to KNOW THE DIFFERENCE!

My Dear MAMA,

She was my rock,

She was my strength.

Now that the time has stretched,

It’s time for me to leave the nest

She made it easy,

Swift! Like a river flow.

She made it slow,

But exact, to what I know.

Now, I chose to leave her,

I wonder what was in my head.

When everything I needed was right there,

I decided to wander off and be independent.

At this moment, I’m upfront for the world,

So scared and nervous, just about to hurl.

But at the back of my mind, I know she’s behind,

For  a gal raised be “she”, I know I’ll be fine.

Beauty behind the Verdict

What lies in the forest are unknown to us, but even so, what lies outside are dangerous and scary. So you can think the tumble of worries a mother has for her baby. . .but even so, sooner or later the bird needs to leave her nest.

In the deepest part of the forest,

Lies creatures and species of all sizes.

Its lairs shout the signs of dangers,

But its beautiful mystery lingers.

There inside the dark misty plains,

Sires a mother who shivers in fear.

For she knows the terrors outside,

With high hopes to wander the open wide.

My dear daughter don’t be afraid, mama said,

What lies in the wilderness, we can never tell.

You’ll stumble and fall and hit your head,

But sooner or later, you’ll find the reasons why you fell.

It’s time for you to leave the hollow,

Race your dreams and success will follow.

Flap your wings up high,

And soon you’ll be soaring to the vast sky.

Re-evaluating

A month ago or so I think, we were tasked to make a poem. That was when my terror began. I am a writer, yes. But there is one thing I don’t know how to write. And that’s writing a poem, and honestly from the past grades I got from my English subject concerning a topic on poems I’d say I was always hanging by a word.

So after numerous of scratches, ball pen streaks and wasted papers, I created a poem. When I was done, I lost the poem. HAHAHA:D lucky me!!! Now, I had to do it all over again. The worst thing? I had to recall the lost poem that was created a month ago. So I gave up and made another one. Hope it satisfies you, the reader, keep in mind though that I’m not good at this soooo cut a girl some slack. J

What a surprise my life had been

A little spark of me , you would’ve seen

Like flowing blood that’s in my vein

There , a bit of glee, I remained.

Success struck me but I decomposed

I, myself felt that that door had closed

Like bottles and jars it kept me inside

Now my soul is locked with great big pride.

Worm eaten I was for I had lost my own

I sold my soul for something, for a reason that’s known

It was not masturbation, that is a part of me grow to up

Rather there was a part of me that I need to give up.

I remembered a Bamithsva that I, myself attended

Then I knew that the celebrant had what all he wanted

That  day I promised to have success in me

And now it seems I ended so proud and greedy.

I put away my soul like a cashier discards

Then success overflowed, but I knew I was a coward

Called such because I was afraid to lose everything

Because of that, I became nothing.

Oh, but there is a twist in making this poem. It had to revolve on the following 10 words:

1.       Masturbation

2.       Bartmithsva

3.       Worm-eaten

4.       Cashier

5.       Success

6.       Glee

7.       Decomposed

8.       Success

9.       Bottles

10.   Surprise

"IF"

   “IF” is a very dangerous word. If and only if. If I only did what I knew in my heart that I was supposed to do then maybe. . . just maybe. . If I'd only. . .

             I live by my youth. I live by my memories. Every night I'm haunted by those beautiful dreams. Everyday I speak of the past. I can't help it. I'm at the end of the race but I'm still looking back at the starting line. Still looking back at her. My treasure. My precious. If only I had the wisdom to realize that what I felt was real, if only I had the courage to seize what I know I had in my heart and soul then maybe I wouldn't have wasted my youth, wouldn't have to enter this realm of blasphemy.                      

  If and only if. As I've said a powerful word that leaves me hanging, wondering what could have been and what might have been.

              I visit my past. The silhouette of the sunset. If I had my stand, then my “if” would no longer be haunting. But I sit here, everyday, in this beach, where I will meet my end with my tears and haunts of “if”.