Well, not really. These are mostly raw emotions put to words from time
to time.
I only make stuff like these when it comes. I like writing but
I'm not much of a poet.
You've probably noticed that some have really
dumb titles. That's because I didn't know what titles to give.
Suggestions, anyone?
(By the way, I wrote these when I was still in high school.)
1. I got bored during
English class, surprisingly my favorite subject. I was daydreaming about my
life and at the same time I was thinking about the Medieval times. Or
whenever. Weird, huh? But anyway, it allowed me to code some names.
Although I think my close friends know who I'm talking about.
The Worthless Prince
A loveless princess. That's me.
A worthy prince is what I'm looking for.
A few paupers could prove their love.
Being a princess--I want more.
For what seemed like ages, I searched
For the one true love I longed for.
Every search was unsuccessful.
Every prospect unacceptable.
Until one day.
My lucky day.
I met the prince I'd been waiting for.
The only person who could give me more.
More yet...less.
A dreamy stare into each other's eyes was enough.
Gifts weren't necessary
For us to prove our love.
I treasured each moment.
I counted each day.
I loved him so dearly--
Showed in every possible way.
But he couldn't do the same for me.
He didn't know how.
I'd thought if I wanted to end it...
"I have to end it now."
He didn't seem to understand me.
He thought I didn't care.
But it didn't matter anyway.
He had another princess to spare.
And with that, I resumed my search for the one
The one prince I'd been longing for.
I didn't even notice the pauper
Who was loving me so much more.
The pauper--he loved me.
That's what he said anyway.
Believed him but didn't want to.
Made him believe he was wasting his time
With each passing day.
He finally stopped trying.
Trying to win my choosy heart.
He realized how I saw him
Realized I loved him not.
For an immensely long time
We didn't see each other.
I didn't even think about him.
I was too busy with my search for another.
At the end of my sixteenth year
There came hope for my loneliness.
At the fair, I encountered
The one I'd left in search for someone else.
My beloved pauper was back.
And he still hadn't found his princess.
It took me a while.
But then I finally realized
What I'd missed all those times.
When I chose worthless princess
Over my seemingly worthy pauper.
And the amazing thing was
My pauper seemed to be a prince--
Unlike the way he was before.
Yet, my pauper had changed much.
He still loved me like before.
We had something special
But he was also a womanizer.
He was worse than the other one.
The prince I'd fallen for before.
How foolish I was towards that womanizer--
To have fallen for his charm...
Hook, line and sinker.
From being a loveless princess
I've become a vengeful one.
I don't care how long it takes.
I will think of a plan
Do everything I can
Just to get back at this man.
2. I wrote this for my English I.W. (Individual Work) as part of
a self-expression mini magazine. Hehe. It's kinda dumb.
Unreal
Am I the only one
Who can be what I want to be
Why can't everyone
Show their unique personalities
Why are they
So afraid to be real
Is it the fear
Of what others might feel
Is it cool to act stupid
To play dumb
Look like a fool?
Is it something they like to do
Or are they just forced to
There aren't a lot of people
Who act like themselves
And still have fun
As I look around
I wonder
Am I the only one?
3. I won't say when I wrote this. It'll be too obvious who I'm talking about.
Let's just say I'm not exactly fond of him at the moment.
My Love
Sunday morning.
Woke up with a hangover.
Last night...
Sigh.
No. Scratch that.
Don't want to remember.
I'd rather forget.
Dragged myself out of bed.
Went to church.
Walked around before mass.
And bumped into this guy.
Got a whiff of the most wonderful scent.
His perfume. His perfume.
Memories of last night came rushing back.
My arms around him.
His face close to mine.
The sound of his breathing.
His hands on my back.
Our gaze at each other's eyes.
The sweet nothings he whispered.
Our lips pressed together.
"Oh...sorry."
At that moment, I was back in reality.
The present moment.
The guy's voice brought me back.
But it's just as well.
It didn't matter, anyway.
Last night should be forgotten.
The guy I was with--I love him
He loves me.
But he wants more.
So much more.
And I would have given it.
If he didn't want to have it
So damn much.
The scent subsided.
The memory faded.
And a new thought entered my head.
I have got to forget
The boy from last night.
And find someone worth it.
Charming.
Appealing.
Willing
To wait.
All things that are
And forever will be
Worth my love.
4. Hmm...this one doesn't sound like me. But it is me. Obviously, it was
written during the impeachment trial of Erap. I don't know--for some reason,
I felt sorry for him. So I tried to imagine what it was like to be in his
shoes.
As Erap
I wake up one morning
Only to find out that I am finished.
My dearest friends have left me.
My closest allies have betrayed me.
And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse
I realized that even my power and authority couldn't save me anymore
What have I done?
Have I become even more immoral?
I've lost my countrymen's respect
When come to think of it
I'm only human.
I have my mistakes.
I know that.
But they say as President, I can't even commit one.
All I know is,
It's either I'm innocent or guilty.
Just hear me out on this one.
It's very simple, really...
My people, for this, I'm sorry.
5. Let me just say: this is not about the weather.
Split Personality Rain
Fat clumps. Thin drops.
Rain.
It can hit you smack-hard
When you least expect it
Or when you're not looking for it
Anymore
It suddenly shows up.
Rain is totally unpredictable.
Well, sometimes
You notice rain
Even before
It can creep up on you
You know
During those times
When there's a slight drizzle
Far from exciting.
Almost boring.
Hmm...
I guess rain could be predictable
After all.
6. There's only one guy who knows this poem. That's because I gave it to him. Now I wish I hadn't. It's dumb and there's
no truth in it.
Fate Rules
You loved me
I hated you
I screened your calls
You kept calling anyway
What's up with that?
Such persistence you showed
I never really understood
Whatever it was that you saw in me
I never really knew
Because I didn't listen
I didn't care
Little did I know
I was turning my back
On the one true love who'd be there forever
Years pass by
My heart remains untouched
Boys somehow captured it
But even so, there was something missing
As an answer to an unsaid question
Fate takes charge and brings us together
What is the meaning of this?!
These feelings
They weren't there before
Yours were. Mine: not even.
Now yours falters, mine growing stronger
The world has gone topsy-turvy
Why did I allow destiny to do this to me?
I feel depressed and lovesick
And I hate it
Why is this happening--
I know why.
It's fate.
I'll let it win just this once.
I'll let it decide
It knows what's right
I mean...look at the present...
I was given a second chance
I was loved once more
By you, my one true love
You've been with me forever
And I'll do the same for you
I promise
Because right now there's no one else but you
No one else but you, my love
Fate has separated us
To give us time to build up our feelings
Now it's time
It's finally time
Time for us to be together.
