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IN THE DEPTH OF BLUE

 

How deep could the ocean be?

 

To drown the spirit eternally

 

And burn a soul with the flame

 

With a heart bursting with pain

 

Hatred is my love’s veil

 

Resentment is the reason for my sail

 

Vengeance is what hatches my heart,

 

As my fortitude begins to fall apart…

 

Solitary, the virtue of being left

 

Deprived my heart and made me deaf

 

I never knew, didn’t want to see

 

Why our love was not meant to be.

 

I never felt how love indicted me

 

While you slay me in the midst of the sea

 

Drowned here; don’t pull me through

 

Leave me in the depth of blue.

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  • 2 weeks later...

I miss you Samara.

 

Since the onset of the new year,

I lost track of you all of a sudden.

 

However you are

Wherever you may be

I only wish that you could

be as happy as anyone should.

 

You deserve all the love

any man could give.

 

Go on, take flight if you must.

Find that heart that isn't just for lust.

 

Be there. Anywhere.

But always take good care.

 

My continuing love to Mark.

 

-TG

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SF,

 

the deafening moments of silence challenge my manhood into a deeper and intricate situation in my being. questions that arises seems too difficult to decipher and my ability to comprehend is nearing nigh. but you are such a lady. a lass so lovely that the daunting issues can be illuminated by an inquiry of desire. a desire to know you more.

 

who are you? simple it seems but the answer may come in different dimensions. to a friend, you are such a person who can encourage anyone and the burden that is quite overload can be shared without apprehensions. I know i needed you more than you need me but still the daunting task of being with you is such a thing to be desired of. indeed, you're such a burden bearer. the time of togetherness seems like a time that flies. the endless conversations of the many relevant and nonrelevant issues are like chocolates and flowers that are being plucked out until we discover the ultimate reason on why we talk about it. even the personal conversations that might be annoying to someone have its relevance when we try to understand the deeper meaning of it.

 

sf, yes, i want to travel with you. as i discover the ultimate reason of my desire to understand you more, help me also to discern what will this new world that i have entered bring about in me. a world full of challenges that can make me a better person. a person who can realize that there's a beauty in a new beginning. for long, it was my idea that in a long distance that i have travelled, i might have learned a lot. but i was wrong. the opinions you have shared , the feelings that comes along with it, the camaraderie that it brought about is an indication that i really know less. forgive my naivety but that's the way it is. there are times that i feel ackward when i'm with you but thanks for your understanding anyway. as i travel some more, i will continue to explore the world together with you. an exploration worth undertaking.

 

as we go along, it is my desire that you will also learn from me. may i be an instrument of your fullness until you reach the ultimate goal of what womanhood is. there are still a lot of virtues that needs development, character that we are desiring of, but one thing i know, you have the beauty inside out that will be seen when the time finally dawns. i believe in you. the dreams that you planned and the aspirations you decided upon will one day be a reality. forget mediocrity since in you lies a powerful passion that will explode one day. an explosion that will make you one day a better person.

 

and when this happens, i hope that i am on your side.

 

:flowers: YKIC

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I miss you Samara.

 

Since the onset of the new year,

I lost track of you all of a sudden.

 

However you are

Wherever you may be

I only wish that you could

be as happy as anyone should.

 

You deserve all the love

any man could give.

 

Go on, take flight if you must.

Find that heart that isn't just for lust.

 

Be there. Anywhere.

But always take good care.

 

My continuing love to Mark.

 

-TG

 

 

Find that heart that isn't just for lust? ---tsk tsk tsk... Men really thinks or thought that this heart is/was for lust? poor poor poor heart of Samara... no one really thought of respecting... her...well, i would not expect that to happen anymore, wouldn't i?

Samara is dead. She was killed a long long time ago of many many men who never did really loved/ respected her. Maybe you just have to wait for her to come out in a well in pure deterioration. Just like how men left her in an unjust cruelty...an irresponsible and immature cruelty.

 

Somehow, Samara lives in her own world. to the best of her breathing..

 

Samara wanted you to remind of the sky. as long as the sky exist we can endure this struggle and live a kinda-different-but-healthy normal life.

 

Samara is in her place where she must and should be or any soul could just be dragged along to hell with her.

 

Samara hopes for TG to understand.. to leave things to fate and everything else to God.

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My Poem to someone from my past...

 

 

Selfless Love

 

you came to my life when i'm trying to heal

to cure my heart is really a big deal

I know its hard but I keep on trying

to move on and face the real thing

 

Until you came out of the blue

touches my heart and wipe my tears too

you just dont know how much I wanna thank you

for always making my day exciting without a cue

 

I know it is impossible to ask

to have u always by my side

I want you to know you're here in my heart

and wish u the happiness that i couldn't have

 

I dont wanna see u confussed like this

having hard time weighing what you should miss

so Im setting you free from all this mess

leaving you in peace and wish u happiness

 

 

Xandrei

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Panalangin Sa Kalangitan

 

Ito ay isang panalangin,

na sa kalangita'y hinihiling.

Marahil imposible kung iisipin

ngunit sana nawa'y ito'y tuparin

 

Para sa aking kaibigan

puso, isipan at katawa'y inaalay.

Walang hangganan at kapalit na inaasam.

Hangari'y iisa lamang, na ang sya'y

guminhawa sa kinalalagyan.

 

Mga sakit sa kalingkingan hanggang sa ga-delubyong

mararamdaman,

sa aking katawa'y isalin ng walang alinlangan.

Sana nawa'y sa araw-araw ang kanyang kalusuga'y

tila sa isang bata na walang kapaguran.

 

Mga balisa sa isipan, maliit man o kalakihan

ibaling sa aking isipang naka-abang.

Nang sa ganun walang siyang tinatangan

na anupamang pag-aalinlangan.

 

Mga pasakit at lungkot na sa damdami'y nya maluluklok,

ilipat sa aking pusong lubusang sasalubong,

Sa ganitong paraan, ngiti at saya na lamang ang

sa kanya'y maiiwanan.

 

Pati na rin mga bagay na di inaasahan,

na kung tawagin nati'y kamalasan

Sa aking kapalara'y ihatag ng lahatan

Nang sa araw-araw, walang siyang kinatatakutan

sa mga bagay-bagay na di natin nalalaman.

 

Ito'y mga salita lamang,

tila kay daling bitawan.

Maari ding kathang isip

na sa imahinasyon lang nananahan.

O di naman kaya's isang kabaliwan

na dala lamang ng kung anong di maintindihan.

Ngunit sa puso'y ito'y lubusang inaasam

at sa kalangita'y inaalay na pagbigyan.

 

Ngunit kung ang langit ay tila magbingi-bingihan

sa sumpa na lang idadaan ang mga kahilingan,

Sa kung sino man, na ako'y pagbigyan

Katawan at kaluluwa'y kapalit, tinig lang ay pakinggan.

 

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-we started out as mere acquaintances

through the power of information technology

our friendship has blossomed despite the distance.

you were in your place and i was in mine.

 

neither of us knew we were hurting.

neither of us felt there was a thing going on.

until today when you broke it.

 

thank you for letting me feel what i had thought

i had lost in the past.

you make me feel so brand new as the song went.

you really do.

 

take care always

 

-hugs

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i've been dreaming about you

in it, i long to hug you

feel the warmth of your body against mine.

 

you are so beautiful

and gorgeous

any man would easily flip head over heels

at your sight.

 

i longed to kiss you

taste those sweet lips

and carry me through

heaven.

 

in my dream

kiss you i just did.

oh what a sweet sensation

the feeling that was.

 

i am so happy

i still have you

in my dreams

in this life

amidst all these foresaken things.

 

i love you.

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Puppy

 

I’m taken(for granted). You’re taken(for granted). Who would imagine?? Hahah! Sa magulong mundo ng kaanuhan at kaanuhan, biruin mong natagpuan mo ako somewhere down the road. At willingly, namulot ka ng basurang hindi mo alam kung ilang beses nang ni-recycle. I’m so happy. Are you? :hypocritesmiley:

 

Kuting

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mr. (-)1,

 

all along i thought that queuing in line was just a joke.. well, maybe it was.. but i'm glad you kept your joke! :lol:

Have you seen enough terrain? I am actually amused how we try to climb, and how we laugh in between the stopovers.. well, even in the times that i could hardly get to take myself up. I'm glad you're there to move my ass! :lol: And oh! i guess we get to have more rides in the next coming months. Well, i don't really mind, you see... as long as you enjoy the trip with me. :)

 

make sure you're ready when i get back.. i bet the brewed coffee won't be enough by that time! :lol:

im sure you'll behave while i'm away. anyway, we're clear about your two timer thingy, right?! im good at it.. basta ba isa lang eh. saka na tayo mag-adventure ng pangalawa! :lol:

 

enjoy the nights while i prepare... :evil:

 

i love you too! :*

 

 

 

goodw0... :lol:

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my dearest busy body,

 

now that is quite cryptic... so much so that i can't seem to understand it myself. :lol: nothing cryptic about this one. i just want to let you know that i miss you. these past few days when we're both caught up in the whirlwinds of our daily grind.

 

i've been trying to think of a better analogy to put this across and all i can think of is the workings of a laundry iron on a crumpled painting canvas. that, i suppose, is what life does to a person who settles into the comforts of domestic living... nah, maybe i've just been staring far too long at this pile of laundry in front of me. :lol: anyway, that's how it is. you can't smooth out crumpled canvas with just one pass of the iron. neither can you turn up the heat for fear of doing permanent damage to an already mangled painting. you need low heat applied repeatedly to the jagged creases of the thick cloth and you do it with care so as not to induce a chemical reaction on the masterly applied oil.

 

but that's not entirely the point. the point is... while you're engrossed at that iron running so delicately back and forth across that masterpiece, you forget about the hissing teapot by the stove and those sneaky little mice nibbling away at the cheddar they've managed to push off the edge of the table unto the floor. for a brief moment, you raise your head disinterested at those activities about you and you return to the iron hoping that the damn thing would smooth out soon enough.

 

so much for domestic living... yeah, come to think of it, it does sound cryptic too, doesn't it? :lol:

 

missing you a lot. :*

 

love,

the hermit

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A Poem I Wrote for this Girl I was having an affair with:

 

 

 

 

It’s a paradise of lies.

 

Where I’m free to be who I am not.

 

 

 

In the arms of a woman I barely know,

 

but so deeply love

 

or lust

 

or both

 

 

 

I’m free here

 

from obligations im blessed with

 

but sometimes wish i never

 

had

 

 

 

I love her

 

in dreams and moments i stole

 

from my reality

 

 

 

I’m in bliss

 

with her kiss and her smile

 

my world has stopped turning

 

and I pray that time would give me

 

the years

 

to change my fate

 

 

 

My mind wanders unfocused

 

but ecstatic

 

and confused

 

 

 

I want her

 

but cannot have her

 

lest I ruin my truth

 

and ruin those whom I had

 

before

 

 

 

I need to walk away

 

to days cursed with routines

 

 

 

dreaming,

 

longing for the days

 

of lies

 

and romance

 

and the sweetness of the girl

 

who can never be mine

 

 

 

I want to die in her arms

 

tonight

 

 

 

and finish the lies

 

with the truth of her love

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