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audentes fortuna juvat: the four poems
ABOUT ME:
chalkleight
chalkleight
Los Banos, Laguna, Philippines
usually first impression s'kin mataray,masungit and the likes..uhm,sad to say totoo un kc hndi ako msyadong sociable unless there's something in one person that i really like..sbi ng mga close s'kin good listener dw ako but i think im better in ignoring what they are saying pero when i feel n kylangn mo tlga ng mkikinig sau game ako lalo n kung nkakarelate ako s topic mo..'yoko s mga self-proclaimed..those who say a lot 'bout themselves (who cares 'bout them,anyway?) hehehe..trip ko mga humorous kc moody ako..another thing 'bout me is ung temper ko..uhm,it's always at the edge, u knw what i mean..if u nid 2 knw more basahin mo mga testi s'kin kc im sure they say a lot of things 'bout me.. :]
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Thursday, March 06, 2008
the four poems
the four poems
written before 1st year college; after leaving pisay
Perhaps
all rooms that we've broken
the saline that dried up from our tears
the shadows of our unending fears
all lay forgotten
shattered pieces of the mirror
bits of crystalline on the floor
scattered razors up to the door
a glass of blood left down to pour
remains of a destroyed parapet
made the forlorn portrait complete
any trace of light now gone
the view is all for a blind mind
the only face on the darkened window
as i sat there, waiting, eyes cast low
like a pot of a new clay
perhaps tomorrow is a better day.
written on 28March2007, 2am
Untitled
i once painted an obra
it was as if i was painting forever
the brush scarred my heart
the ink drowned my soul
the canvas was deeply etched
though my fingers and palm bled
and my blood poured out
staining the figures
flooding the pictures
i continued doodling
darkness engulfed every shadow
every color was mixed with each other
every line was crooked and twisted
when light touched the obra
i saw pain
i saw love
i saw life
i saw eternity.
written on 18April2007,11:36pm)
Alzheimer's
i should have always taken a camera
i should have captured every moment
so that i'll have something to look at
because all i can remember
is the feeling..and nothing else.
i should have held your hand longer
i should have treasured its softness
so that i'll have something to reminisce
because all that i can remember
is the feeling..and nothing else.
i should have told you everything
i should have spoken with you before we parted
because separation without a word
is worse than this Alzheimer's --
which left me with only the feeling
..and nothing else.
written on 13May2007, 12:10am
A Sad Fairytale
it was just a new sheet of paper
plain and clean, but definitely empty
one day, somebody thought of writing on it
with a pencil, clever words were made.
a colorful story is being written
about a new love found, so pure and fresh.
everybody noticed the fairytale
everybody expected for a happy ending.
everyday the writer doodles
powerful words, promising flow
full of life and excitement
almost never-ending.
but the story has to end
sure it would be a happy one
everybody knows about its faitytaleness
however, it was not finished.
nobody has known the reason why
nobody has foreseen the tragedy.
the eraser explained it all
the eraser cleared it all
it was the clean paper once again
but it wasn't the same paper at all
it wan't the new, plain and clean paper as the one before
yet it was the same empty paper
only the shadows of the erased story remained
and only the tears of the writer
could explain
why the story was not finished
why no one has dared to write on it again
why the paper has remained empty
ever after.
