Sunday, June 18, 2006

Love Letter to No One

Love is an irony
When joy comes in great sorrow
And sorrow come just when you feel great joy
How will I know if it is love that I feel?
How can I say you are the one I waited for?
My heart is deceitful,
Eager to fall and be bruised over and over again
My eyes see only what they want to perceive,
Not what is true and what is real
My mind knows not what is genuine, what is imaginary,
What is a dream, a hope, a wish, a memory, a fantasy
If it is a dream, I pray I would not wake up
If hope, that I may never stop trusting
If a wish, that I may not cease imagining
If a memory, that I may not forget
If a fantasy, that I may not be brought back
But love is as real as real goes
It is not a guessing game, not a children’s sport
But one involving the entirety and sacrifice
Where the victor claims the spoils, the loser becoming broken
Yet strangely complete
Can I ever cease feeling pain?
Can I ever be numb to what is around me?
No, I will not, as much as I would want to be
For I am human, but flesh and blood
Capable of hurting, capable of bleeding
I care not for games, with hearts involved
For when they fall, they will shatter, unless there is someone to catch them
Will there be someone to break the fall?
When I love, I know it would hurt,
Yet it would fill me with wonder
When I love, I know it would be to a scarred heart
- As is mine.

One Last Chance

One last chance to tell you how you changed my world
How you made me see things in a new light
To see that everything is well and good
To stop living under a perpetual cloud

One last chance to tell you how you made me happy
Making the simplest things seem like small miracles
When, by a few words and a kind demeanor
You made each day less painful and more beautiful

One last chance to tell you my pent-up emotions
Things I have held in for the longest time
Knowing that these have to be said
Yet always choosing to let fears and doubts overcome me

One last chance to tell you how much you have hurt me
When you played games with my emotions
Yet I honestly cannot say that I despise you
Because you still made my life worth living

One last chance to tell you I love you
That despite of the tears, the pain, the anger
You are the only one to have made me feel this way
You taught me to give the most that I can

One last chance
And all I did was say goodbye.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Narito Ako

Sa bawat araw na hinaharap ko
Ikaw lamang ang sandalan ko
Tagapuno ng lakas sa aking kahinaan
Tagasalo ng mga luhang tila walang katapusan

Paano ko nga ba maibabalik ang kabaitan Mo?
Paano ko mababayaran ang utang ko?
Ang pagmamahal Mo ay sadyang walang katapat
Na higit buhay man ay hindi matatapatan

Narito lamang ako, Panginoon
Naghihintay na matawag mo
Nagnanais lamang na ipakita ang pag-ibig ko
Isang anak na humahanga sa kanyang Ama

Sadyang kay hirap mabuhay sa mundong ito
Ang bawat pagsikat ng araw ay nagdadala ng matinding sakit
Ngunit ang kalooban ko ay hindi mababagabag
Sapagkat kapayapaan ko’y hawak ng Maykapal

Narito lamang ako, Panginoon
Inaabangan ang salita Mo
Sa kahit ano mang paraan na nais Mo
Sana’y masuklian ko ang alay Mo