On the verge of raising this white flag
Impatient for another time lag
For the Clock who always stood still
Never can, never will.

Heart filled with broken dreams
End of the tunnel further than it seems
The Trophy of "Almost but not Quite"
Given again for this sorry plight.

Is it my fault? Am I one to blame?
Adding this fate to my Hall of Shame?
With which, the gift of an anticipated Aye
Turned out to be a surprising Sigh.

Hence this Tale of Close, but no Cigar
Assumed to be the worst life-chapter so far!
Putting out this one last Straw,
And a little string of distorted Faith,
Frantically longing this luckless phase
In His time, Shall be worth the wait.

~

Labels: compositions, poetry, rants

..or so how I named this entry in my Multiply account around 3-4 years ago. And of course, I'd like to share it here in my new blog because as soon as I finished reading it, I was like.. what the hell? =))

"I was cleaning my room when I saw my portfolio in 3rd year HS for our Filipino subject. It was where we should put our assignments and other schoolworks. While flipping the pages of the notebook, I was surprised to see the composition I made for the IW in that subject... Knowing ME and how my FOUL LITTLE MIND works, I obviously end up with a very bizarre poem. And so, to cut off your waiting time before you start to get pissed and leave this page, I would like to present you the work of trash. XD" - Excerpt of my Multiply entry

Ano ba 'tong nararamdaman ko ngayon?
Wala namang malinaw na eksplenasyon.
Nakakahilo, napakakumplikado
Ano ba 'tong pinagsasabi ko?

Ako ay mukha na namang may hang-over
Hindi naman ako uminom kagabi
Mukha na akong kalansay dito ngayon
Sabi ng kaibigan ko, ako ay adik.

Walang gana at inaantok sa klase
Nasabon na't lahat, wala pa ring paki
Kaya ako'y babawi nalang sa exam
Madali lang namang gumawa ng liham.

Ako'y tulala pa rin hanggang sa canteen
Sa iisang direksyon ang aking tingin
Hindi kumikibo kahit anong gawin
Magwala man ang lola o pakantahin.

Ipipikit ko ang aking mga mata
Dahil giliw, ikaw ay nakatawag na
Pero kung hindi mo ito magagawa
Aba'y diretsong gising hanggang umaga.

Kilig, tuwa, nerbyos ang nadarama ko
O ano nga bang klaseng emosyon ito?
Sari-saring kulay parang bahag-hari
Sari-saring palabas tulad ng T.V.

Kamukhang-kamukha ko si Avril Lavigne
Kapag hindi na siya laging kumakain
Kulang na lang daw ay parang walis ting-ting
Kaya ihanap niyo na ako ng kukulamin.

Ang mukha mo'y nakakaantig kasi
Hindi ko na mapigil ang sarili
Doon tayo sa mundong nilikha natin
Managinip habang tayo'y magkapiling.

Ngunit, subalit, ano nga bang nangyari?
Boses mong matining ngayon na'y kay lamig
Aking mahal, bakit mo ako iniwan?
Nag-iisa na lang sa mundong ibabaw.

Hinahanap-hanap pa rin kita, giliw
Pero huwag naman ako'y iyong dalawin
Sapat ng isama ka sa panalangin
Nang pagmamahalan nati'y 'di tumigil.
The poem is composed of 10 stanzas with 12 syllables per verse. Seemingly its theme was about a person coping with the death of the other half; as he continues to recall past memories of his young love, from the first time he was confused with his infatuation to his longing of the abridged love. I was also trying to be humorous; hence, the usage of words was similar to a Fliptop sequence.

Well, this just proves how I tried poetry before and sadly became another lifetime frustration.

Labels: art, compositions, high school, MIS, poems, poetry, random