Speckles n Spectrum

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"Learning from the Past, Hopes for the Future, and a Life's Journey of making the most of what's at hand."

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Showing posts with label WordPlay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WordPlay. Show all posts

growing, maturing, nurturing…
sometimes i just want to stop breathing maybe i haven’t felt being truly alive…
maybe all of these are just make believe…
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i am lost in my own time…
or maybe i’m just wasting my time…
i feel i dont belong here…
i am not for this…
maybe i’m still a person waiting to be full grown…
wandering in deep woods for i am lost…
wherever it may leads me someday i may say…
i’ve been around for the journey but i am searching for my destination…
i’m getting tired wandering around the bush… i want to get there if i can then i will…
someday…


natuto ako saiyong lumaban
nasanay akong maging matatag sa buhay
makiramdam sa bulong ng hangin
magtampisaw sa buhos ng ulan
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naalala mo pa?
nakilasa ako sa pait ng iyong inumin
nakilanghap sa usok ng iyong paghinga
nakiiyak sa istorya ng nobela
nakitawa sa kababawan ng kalokohan
nakisigaw sa poot na pilit nililimot
nakihanap sa misteryong bumabalot
naalala mo pa ba?
sabay tayong tumikim at sumuka
sabay sumakit ang baga sa ubong di makaya
sabay natuyuan ng luha sa mga problema
sabay nagmanhid ang mga panga sa katatawa
sabay namaos sa pagmumura
sabay naupos sa paniniwala
pero…
bakit hindi mo ngayon masabi
sa akin ang katotohanan
ang katotohanang pilit mong itinatago
sa likod ng iyong katauhan
takot ka na rin ba?
noon sabi mo
wala akong dapat ikatakot
bakit ngayon
bumaliktad ang mundo ng ikot
isa na rin ba ako
sa mga taong iba sayo
sa tingin mo’y manghuhusga,
mandudura at magsasawa sa labo ng utak mo
magbabago ng dahil lang sa pagkakamali mo
bibitaw dahil lang iba ang paniniwala mo
nalampasan na natin ito
kailangan bang ulit-ulitin ko
iba ako sa mga taong nakilala mo
simple, wala mang kuwenta pero totoo
sasabayan ka anuman ang mundo mo
magmukha man akong ‘tadong gago
ano kaibigan ko
kumusta na ang buhay mo
totoo ba ang ngiti sa labi mo
bakit iba ang sinasabi ng mata mo?


I’m shallow for the deep,

I’m too deep for the shallow.

I sleep but never rest,

I eat but never really sure to digest.


I come to check what’s in my mind,

all I see is just a hollow ground.

You can’t be serious if you are dumb,

can’t be funny when you are numb.


I wear something tight

to know what’s right

and get loose

to forget what I have lost.


I crumble to pieces when I’m a mess

and pick it up when I’ve figured out the ways.

It’s always been like this

in the story of my days;


I jump out and scream

when I’m happy not just with ice creams,

I let out a sigh

when everything is all too high,


I cry and moan

when I can no longer hold on

but I can’t afford to lose hope

every time I get off the loop.


I’m going round and round,

circling my bound,

a usual incident

in my life’s natural stint.


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Reality bites?

It’s us who think and give its fangs.

It’s my mind that makes all the blur

It’s my heart that paralyzes the door.

It is I that’s making it work

It is I that can stop it short.


I don’t love to hate

I just love to think.

Don’t tell me, you’re still expecting to be cute

When you’re dealing with your thoughts?


I forget the world

when I’m traversing this fold.

I need to gather my strengths

to smoothen my lapses.

I got to have my wits

to defy my fits.


All I am is nothing but myself,

a fool standing up for her beliefs.

I talk to myself once in awhile

to check if I’m still alive.

Truth is, the sarcasm is all worthwhile

in knowing that I’m still alright.


I guess my insanity

wants to resign

but willing to show up

in case I need some back up.


We can’t be all too sane

to stay up in this jammin’

I hope this time we won’t fail,

Yeah, it’s a deal!

April is National Poetry Month and Time is featuring Poets: The Second Chance - TIME.

I'm a bit busy doing some stuff so updating my blog seems a little difficult now but since it's Poetry month I decided to posts more poems and shut up for awhile on my ramblings though I've managed to dig in my treasure box or rather chaotic garbage room and I've found a lot of things that inspire me to blog and blog but getting random and gazillions of ideas is making it more impossible for me to write something sensible or even decent. IDEA-lin like adrenalin rush is bad for my mental health... haha. It gives me brilliant things but all turned into waste in the end because I can't just seem to pull it off and make them whole. So I'll be leaving this blog with one of my first poems describing myself as of that moment, this is a revise version. Long live the poets and sentimental fools... well, i just have to include the latter since I can classify more myself to that rather than being a poet :)

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I am...

I am a soul living in a mortal body
having a brain that is unsuperior to all
a face that is near ordinary
dark brown chocolate eyes that always give the window to my soul
the sometimes tactless lips but often guard my wholeness.

I am a mind that isn't always thinking
and a heart that is feeling numb.
Many a time I forget I've companions
I tend to live on my own
yet I still can't...

I am one independent soul,
still I am not yet.
I am one trying hard sentimental creep
while being a total insensitive.
I'm a hell of a weirdo
that I can't understand what I am
but I am trying to be.


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I drink too many the days before.
I drank myself each night so sure.
The days had gone like a careless breeze,
when all I know is enjoy all the space.
My lips are purple and all too simple
Bruised by the fun I’ve trampled upon
It lacks blood and I’ve made it look so bad,
leaving each stains of the fiery chains.
I stumble and vomit all the things I’ve poured in my sockets.
Twenty one years of fooling around left me all glad yet wounded.
I had enough of the things that made all the cravings
I stopped the chains and sprees, all with freewill.
What’s good about the things they say are bad?
It helps me shape the good things that I have
By showing the hideous in the other side
They made me realized what is essential for my part.
I had enough; I’ve played and live a life.
I’ve fooled around and mess a lot.
I even ruined myself to make a scratch
and made my list trim down for more certain acts.
Not everything is beautiful like not everything is forlorn;
Roses have thorns and flowers meet adversity to bloom.
If you’re the kind that wants undistorted piece of a whole that’s part a mess
I’d rather rest within the game than settle for a beautiful lame.
It’s like pouring tequila,
drinking ten consecutive shots of happiness
Enjoying its perfect taste like pasta,
not accepting that next is a day of dizziness.
You’re cursing the hang ups yet wanting another stirrup cup.
Loading yesterday, throwing up today;
Having fun today while hoping to learn someday;
Messing your way and clearing up comes payday.  

huwag kang magpapaniwala

masyado kang mapagtiwala

huwag kang nagpapatuhog sa animoy ginto

huwag kang mahuhulog sa makamundo

hindi ka nag-iisa

marami pa din sila

isipin mo ang iyong ginagawa

hindi lang ikaw ang nasisira

hindi lang ikaw ang malalanta

dahil hindi lang ikaw ang sampagita

ano bang halaga ng mga nakasabit saiyong tenga

kumpara sa iyong kaluluwa

pahalagahan mo ang sarili mo

katulad ng pagpapahalaga mo sa mga ginto mo.

ang totoo

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gusto kong malaman ang totoo

ano kayang totoo

sa hindi totoo

sino kaya ang totoo

sino kaya ang hindi totoo

ano kayang paniniwalaan ko

yong totoo o yong hindi totoo

ano bang gusto mong isipin ko

yong kasinungalingang ginagawang totoo

o iyong totoong sa kasinungalingan ibinabato

ang totoo

magulo ang totoo

dahil maraming kasinungalingang nababalot sa totoo

at mga katotohanan namang balot sa panloloko

ang totoo

marunong na akong magpakatotoo

dati na akong totoo

hindi mo lang matanggap ang totoo

kasi hindi tungkol sayo ang totoo

ang totoo

inakala kong ikaw ang totoo

pero ang totoo nalaman ko

ang totoo

nagkamali ako

ng akalain ko na ikaw ang totoo

ang totoo

isa lang ang mahal ko

isa pa lang ang minahal ko

ang imahe na pinaaalala mo

ang totoo

kasalanan ko

nakita ko sayo ang larawan

ng nag-iisang asawa ng nanay ko...

kaya alam ko naglolokohan lang tayo.



takot

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ano yan?

wala ako niyan

bakit ako matatakot?

ano ba ang dapat katakutan?

wala naman di ba?

ayoko lang masaktan

ayokong lumuha dahil wala na akong iluluha

sobra kasi akong lumuha

ayokong magmukhang tanga

dahil dati na akong tanga

matagal ng nagpapakatanga

ayoko ng magmahal

dahil wala namang magmamahal

pero habambuhay pa ring nagmamahal

ayoko ng mangarap

dahil wala namang patutunguhan

araw araw kung pangarap

ayoko ng magsalita

dahil wala namang nakikinig

minu-minuto kong ibinubulong

ayoko ng makialam

dahil lahat naman walang pakialam

walang oras na hindi nakikiramdam

ayoko

dahil takot ako

takot pala ako

takot ako sa mundo

takot ako sa kanila

takot ako saiyo

hindi

takot ako sa sarili ko!




For those who think I’m bad
For those who think I’m a lad
For those who said I’m a snob
Or those who think I’m a slut
Bless you!
For those who said I’m smart
Yet talks to me like I’m dumb.
For those who believe I’m ugly
Yet never really know why, sadly.
Bless you!
Funny that everything comes too puny
Oh, I’m reacting badly
You see, I’m just making fun of your excess
And this is just my way to resist.
Easy, I’m not starting a fight
I somehow seem to argue when I write.
Assuming it is, and then what’s all the fuss?
I write everything I want even if it’ll hurt my paws.
This is just the rule of law
A smile is a smile for all to get through.
Patience is patient for almost all the time
but if it loses all thread a different word comes in rhyme.
F.U..
All the things I’d like to say simply wrap up in an F and a U.
Bamboo sings it like everything matters even initials like these
True enough it’ll make sense when you hear me say it to your face.
There I blew it, the next minute I’ll be just fine.
The angst had been released; it’s my turn to give the pun.
I’m done making excuses to avoid hurting all at once
I’m tired of saying sorry for the song I’ve never dance.
You judged me like I’m a piece of gum
As if you have chewed everything I am
Now, I’m all too knowing and cruel
Just because I’m doing the things you started to fuel.
The way I’ve said it before,
I’m taking it back for more.
I am not just an angel with heavy halo that makes me bow
Sometimes the thread of patience forms a whip and whack too low for a cow.
Today, I chose to act something different from my usual luck
It’s nice to know that I still know how to strike
I’m getting even from the way you’re treating me, foe
But I’m too relieved now to make another stew
So bless you!

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