You can take away my pen and paper, I'll write on walls with my ink,
You can kill the shimmer of my stars and I'll borrow a thousand constellations from every poem I have written.
You may leave me seasonless, I'll pluck every rose I have for a different season.
You may choke me, my thoughts will breathe through my fingers and my heart will not stop pulsating.
I don't need your nights nor your seasons. I don't want to write with your ink nor breathe your thoughts.
You can never restrain me, I'm a thousand thoughts roaming.

I'm free.


Written while I was sober.
Don't ask

You are a compass to every terrible thing I have done in all the directions of my mind.

"Silence should rhyme with Secrets"
--


Words wade through silence,
-like a monsoon-
leaving wrecks of inviable memories,
Thoughts,
Sentiments.

Breathing is suddenly a language,
unknown to wordlessness-
so loud it speaks out cowardice
Uncertainty
Fear..

Secrets, buried within
quicken the heartbeats
in an attempt to break free
devastate
overthrow

But the look on the faces scream for nothing
Maybe a telltale? (A fool's reasoning)
only a thought could never perish; Doubt,
Mistrust,
Deceit.

Written December 10, 10. 2:37 am.


*Yes, those are my own feelings.



























© Deviantart.

It was an invitation your heart sent
to mine, to escape the night
-though the moonlight was breathing..

my steps suddenly made music with the
gentle moves of your chest against the air,
and the stars would shrink into
infinite universes,
so that the symphony would light
the galaxies of our love.

Your looks tickled my heart,
almost so coyly my feelings embraced
the tenderness of your stares,
finding a hideout just to
let you not see the blushing in my dance.

Moments and moments are reborn,
time is unending, and
the oneness of our heartbeats is a metaphor
for a love poem, written with no hands
nor pens,
But the yellowness in our dance.


In color symbolism, the yellow color symbolizes joy, happiness and optimism.

Written Mon. Oct 18,10. 11:00 Pm.

























© Dance in the dark. Image by 6-marionettes @ Deviantart.

Oh, that precise moment, when you know your heart beat is going faster than planes above you, countless beats per second shut your mind, and right then you'd know there's only one thing that is close to life: nirvana. You smile as if to say goodbye to that gloomy world behind you, your eyes change colors as if tears were rain and the sun would shine before you--You're a rainbow!
Stop, NOW! Think about it, that step, you..you're only one step away. Do you really want to do this? It could be temporary, the shimmering stars, that lightening above you.
Yes. Now go..for even if eclipse were to happen, the moon will go full again.


-Title from the poem Meeting point by Louis MacNeice, posted here a while ago!
-Inspired by this

I have a never-ending dictionary for each time you say you love me, so that my heart would interpret it differently. Then I would draft my love to you, like a child drawing the sunlight at the corner of a paper, sending rays and coloring the skies as if it's a world of their imagination, too startling to exist, yet exists.

Your love would blossom in me, faster than the speed of light--no matter the season. And the beat of my heart would irrigate this feeling, nourish these sentiments..
Until our eyes meet again,
Just so you'd live
in me
evermore.


**

The desert in your eyes evoked a storm in my heart, just to reach you. I opened all gates of amiability, that my senses caressed your sand-but for a second there, I thought your nights were so shiny; perhaps ungrateful? Burdened by forgetfulness, an excuse for painting the sky charcoal. I look at you again.
I leave.
You unveil
(A kingdom of disguise)

There's a weeping wall between
your heart and mine,
A rising sun, dark and dull,
a barren field—
meet me there..
And we'll intertwine.

There's an empty pen,
an obsolete piano
you cannot mend,
A cold summer day—
call me there..
And we'll sing

There's a poem unfinished,
with a closure to find;
a never-ending end—
Follow me there..
And we'll unwind.



Probably not a poem. And I thought I'd be better than this.. lol

Time was away and somewhere else,
There were two glasses and two chairs
And two people with the one pulse
(Somebody stopped the moving stairs)
Time was away and somewhere else.

And they were neither up nor down;
The stream's music did not stop
Flowing through heather, limpid brown,
Although they sat in a coffee shop
And they were neither up nor down.

The bell was silent in the air
Holding its inverted poise -
Between the clang and clang a flower,
A brazen calyx of no noise:
The bell was silent in the air.

The camels crossed the miles of sand
That stretched around the cups and plates;
The desert was their own, they planned
To portion out the stars and dates:
The camels crossed the miles of sand.

Time was away and somewhere else.
The waiter did not come, the clock
Forgot them and the radio waltz
Came out like water from a rock:
Time was away and somewhere else.

Her fingers flicked away the ash
That bloomed again in tropic trees:
Not caring if the markets crash
When they had forests such as these,
Her fingers flicked away the ash.

God or whatever means the Good
Be praised that time can stop like this,
That what the heart has understood
Can verify in the body's peace
God or whatever means the Good.

Time was away and she was here
And life no longer what it was,
The bell was silent in the air
And all the room one glow because
Time was away and she was here.

-- Louis MacNeice

Things I miss:

1- Your moonlit eyes.
2- The city, sunken 'neath cloudless skies.
3- Hearts mystified 'tween wakefulness and slumber.
4- Rooftops overlooking the stardust.
5- The hideout of silence within words and smiles.
6- Your extravagant enthusiasm.
7- The never-ending-and-until-sunrise talks.
8- Not having to think of you.
9- Music in falling raindrops.
10- The new season.

Image by Tripeak -Deviantart-

# 1 and 6 are dedicated to my two best friends.
# 5 and 7 are dedicated to Cei.
Every other one makes sense if you know what I'm going through (:

Here's the idea of this piece: I took out a random novel from my bookshelf, it's called Adventures In Nature, opened a random page and read it, picked the sentences I liked and put them together to form this piece. I added few filler words and punctuations. So NO I did not write it, it's not mine, I'm just trying with this idea. I'm not sure the piece will make sense to you anyway xD But if you feel half inspired, this will definitely make it perfect for you to get you in the mood for writing (:
Please spread !



-Once more,
the colony will balance its budget
with the liquid gold of honey-

I placed a bit of honey on the window sill
Bees cluster and start their dance
The tempo of the dance speeds up

Outside-
Meadows and fields and gardens are
ablaze with nectar-filled flowers;
a honey flow

great drops of rain alight on
flowers that dart from side to side,
lashed and shaken by gusts

For,
this morning, the terrors of winter are a
thing of the past.

I know your words by the
silence you speak; it is
like a hurricane-
shadowed by destruction.

I never knew that
the power of stillness
is heavier than
words.

If I could color you
a portrait in my mind,
No colors would resemble you,
for, dearest, you are powerful than colors

Perhaps a color of silence.



















June 18th.10 1:40 AM.

**This is about one of my friends.

Make me;
a butterfly on a dead rose

Sow me;
a strawberry seed on barren lands

Write me;
a love poem or words of prose

Color me;
a painting drawn by jaded hands

Live me,
Live me once before I'm frozen by death.

((Thoughts that never go away))

(Just sharing a poem)


Lying in me
by Anna Akhmatova


Lying in me, as though it were a white
Stone in the depths of a well, is one
Memory that I cannot, will not, fight:
It is happiness, and it is pain.
Anyone looking straight into my eyes
Could not help seeing it, and could not fail
To become thoughtful, more sad and quiet
Than if he were listening to some tragic tale.

I know the gods changed people into things,
Leaving their consciousness alive and free.
To keep alive the wonder of suffering,
You have been metamorphosed into me.

I failed to write. It's been a month and half. I can't write something understandable nor satisfying.
All I get are lines and lines and lines, put together with nonsense. And never make a real poem.
I'll have to list them here, which is all I can do for now..

-We dance, and though we shatter still, we dance..
-Even the moon is a chameleon.
-Me; A schizophrenic. You; a capricious. And our dreams are whimsical.
-It was just a dream; a fragile dream-let go of me..
-A thought; juvenile, wrinkled by a tantalizing fantasy, elapsed to misfortunes.
-You; The aftermath.
-Winter protested.
-Hope was paralyzed.

And that's all I have in mind.

--What is your favorite color? -Crimson (And Lilac too)
--What do you want to be when you grow up? -Different.
--Do you believe in God and life after death? -Definitely.
--What matters to you? -People.
--Who are your bestest friends? -Esraa and Hagar.
--What is your favorite number? -Zero for new beginnings.
--Which of your friends have heard you sing the most? -I guess Esraa.
--Do they think you’re good? -We're all good in one way or another.
--Can you recall your last dream? -A horrific one with chasing and guns.
--What scares you the most? -My life.
--Do you envy anyone? -Not really envy.
--Are you usually late, early, or right on time? -Early
--When was the last time you told someone honestly how you felt about them? -Today.
--What do you think is the hardest thing for you to give up? -Addiction.
--Which would you choose, true love with a guarantee of a heart break or have never loved before? -The second.
--What was the highlight of your 2009? -RTVW, my friends and my change.
--Do you lead people on just to get your way? -Not really.
--What’s your favorite horror movie? -Emily Roze (And Mirrors)
--Wet the toothbrush or brush dry with the toothpaste? -Wet. Grrr..
--Where did you go on your first airplane ride? -Move to UAE.
--What’s your favorite type of music? -Mostly rock.
--Who did you meet in 2009 that you will not forget for years to come? -Nada and Engi
--Do you put butter before putting the peanut butter on? -lol?
--Are you afraid of the dark? -Usually no.
--Are you a giver or a taker? -Can I be both? Yes, I'm both.
--Are you sarcastic? -Only with some people.
--Do you think you are physically strong? -Barely.
--Who was the last person you arm-wrestled with? -That happened long, long time ago.
--Are you a good singer? -Some people say I am, but I barely sing in front of public.
--Honesty or compassion? -Honesty.

Stumbling,
words are falling-
I didn't mean to say it..

Obscure
those tempestuous emotions
You could've just let go.

Absolution-like thoughts
-to the star dust-
flew,
I was pulled down.

I shattered..

I liked this:

Yo estoy en contra de mí
cuando estoy contra cualquiera.
Porque cualquiera soy yo
como si yo no lo fuera

Translation:
I am against me
when I'm against anyone
For whoever I am
As if I were not


Getting anything?

This is just a thing to do in the blog.

"A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is brave five minutes longer."
Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Just thought I'd share.
Happy 2010 everyone!