Poems

So we Side (suicide)

Waiting for silence
Going crazy
Stolen by mixed emotions
Darkness covering
Music won’t help
Want to bump my head
Want to destroy my self
Feeling hopeless
I will lie down
Jumping from the roof
No pain is felt
Can’t explain what I see
A woman in black crying

-Bambz

Fried (pride)

I saw you
I was stuck in time
Trying to pretend
Reflexes teach me to do
Feeling powerful
Feeling bossy
Want to show you I’m good
You saw me
No satisfaction
I feel bad
Once again, I’ve failed
Will I try once more?
Or shall I look for another one

In Jury (injury)

Kick the ball
My wrist hurts
Suddenly I fall
Quickly standing up
Kick the ball again
No time for laugh trip
Held my hand to check
Holding my back
No injuries found
I feel I’m alright
Once more, kick the ball

Corned Beef

I laugh like I’m dying
Kill me with every word
You make me sick
Somehow
The way you tell it
Are you a dictionary?
Do you even know me?
Your sound ceases everything
You call police
For a radio station
You really are crazy
Somebody take you
Out of your misery

wow!
nice kau ang mga poems!
naa ko mga poems pd but mka.ulaw man e.post!

Yaw na k.shy diha..I post daun para maka.read pud mi..

...X

Mao jud...this topic is for people...amateurs or professional writers to share their pieces to literature enthusiasts especially poets.. so go on and share your work... As an amateur matabangan ko because mucomment man mu...thanks by the way...

From a small spark.

a lie to tell and a simple kiss,
it started in a situation like this. . .
a new beginning but soon to end
doesn't feel right but not pretend.
to change all deceit into the real
defending what I really feel.
doing things what I think are right,
but then there are inevitable fights.
holding on, never letting go
but the grip just seem to slip, and so. .
broken pieces on the ground,
shattering finely, without a sound. .
to pick them up and cut my heart
made me remember of us apart.
a small spark to an ablaze
used to make me amaze.
all seems lost now, but it still seems fate
very vague thoughts of it, turns to hate.


**a poem i've written 2 years agO. http://www.taintedpink.wordpress.com.

taintedpink wrote:From a small spark.

a lie to tell and a simple kiss,
it started in a situation like this. . .
a new beginning but soon to end
doesn't feel right but not pretend.
to change all deceit into the real
defending what I really feel.
doing things what I think are right,
but then there are inevitable fights.
holding on, never letting go
but the grip just seem to slip, and so. .
broken pieces on the ground,
shattering finely, without a sound. .
to pick them up and cut my heart
made me remember of us apart.
a small spark to an ablaze
used to make me amaze.
all seems lost now, but it still seems fate
very vague thoughts of it, turns to hate.


**a poem i've written 2 years agO. [url=http://www.taintedpink.wordpress.com.

http://www.taintedpink.wordpress.com.[/quote[/url]]



pastilan bangaa.

inlove man kayu koh sauna gud. pwede idelete?

taintedpink wrote:

taintedpink wrote:From a small spark.

a lie to tell and a simple kiss,
it started in a situation like this. . .
a new beginning but soon to end
doesn't feel right but not pretend.
to change all deceit into the real
defending what I really feel.
doing things what I think are right,
but then there are inevitable fights.
holding on, never letting go
but the grip just seem to slip, and so. .
broken pieces on the ground,
shattering finely, without a sound. .
to pick them up and cut my heart
made me remember of us apart.
a small spark to an ablaze
used to make me amaze.
all seems lost now, but it still seems fate
very vague thoughts of it, turns to hate.


**a poem i've written 2 years agO. [url=http://www.taintedpink.wordpress.com.

http://www.taintedpink.wordpress.com.[/quote[/url]]



pastilan bangaa.

inlove man kayu koh sauna gud. pwede idelete?

yaw ragd idelete...its a good poem..lalo na kasi inspired...share more of your works...^^

Wow..

COoL au Pink..Nahan ko..


...X

ang color sa font?

Woi, haha...nangita biya mig kanta sa among band...ako niya ning icopy. HAHAH

Dread

I feel so depressed
Thinking of you everytime
My head aching
Your memory is skull crushing

You remind me
I am no superman
I am no one worthy
What should I do?

Is jumping over a cliff enough
Or do I have to twist my neck
Maybe I should leave it
Forget you

But no, that’s impossible
You think I am an idiot?
Nah, you’re like a drug
You’re a curse

Should I die tonight
I’ll take you with me
Everything has its end
Even you.

And now goodbye
Damn this obsession
What am I saying?
I love you.


Wrote this one fourth year high I think..

Rejection

I am sitting here crying
Asking ‘what did I do wrong?’
Telling myself I should’ve done better
Now it’s too late

I ask why you said no
The answer buried me
I died along with my question
I am not enough for you

Oh well, I guess this is the end
Or is it?
Yah, it is…
Is he better than me?

Maybe, maybe not
Of course he is,
Would you accept him if he weren’t
Shush, why am I doing this?

Is it because he is cuter?
Is it because I couldn’t buy you what you want?
Is it because he can play you a better song?
Or is it because I am fat?

Laugh, pretty lady, laugh
This is the last time you will see me
Goodbye cruel world
Boom!...

I like this one...don't know why...maybe because it has been near true on my part..

The Reunion

Bambz 08/16/08

Eyes meet once more
Seems like just yesterday
Hearts were combined
In fact
Eight years have passed

An angelic smile
Still the one
They thought “forever”
Regret or contentment?
Happiness is ignored

Deep inside
Dissatisfaction
What could have been
Them
Now, too late

Eight years too late
Annihilated love
Still trekking
Their chosen paths
Lost in desolation

If only they could go back
Only crossroad
Both must go their own way
A goodbye
A tear in the eye

Reminisce, all they could do

I wrote this as a reply to someone's poem...wa pud ko kabalo sa story niya... I just wrote this according to how I understood her poem...

i feel you...

That's kind of creepy Mark..hehe but thanks..

EMOtional Moments

Tonight I cry and reflect on my mistakes
Just like other nights there are options
To carve something new in my scarred arm
Or to write what is inside my deranged mind

Decisions are inevitable
Especially when you’re out of place
Out of time and out of shape
But wisdom could be relinquished
When you’re pressured to the bones

And now I fail a single time
There’s no turning back
No more begging or running home
I must face such cruel consequences

I call upon the help of my music
It fails me at a time when I need it most
Ink and paper are dead weapons
My head is throbbing and my eyeballs, drowning
I have one hope left

My angel in a friend
A close and special friend indeed
The beautiful Way if I may say
And the inspiration overwhelms my hurt

"My Beautiful Man and I"
-another gay thought from your resident Gay rights activist-


subtle eyes...
strong chin...
dreary brows...
angry grin....
silent lips...
shining teeth...
slender hips...
my passion's lit.
but he is a he...
I'm not a she...
So how could this love be...
because of morality - we can't be...
Can't love just be free...
So we can kiss in content...
No fear nor effort spent...
No codes or rules bent...
So to make our love be out there...
not hiding in the dark somewhere...
Locked up - caged or something...
Coz now our hearts are weary and longing...
for this freedom we dream of...
but with his kiss there is hope...
of a free and endless love so high...
between my beautiful man and I...

wahaha!! Bai ad2g California! Pakasal namu!

Realization.

It's not how I imagined it to be
I didn't think it through
It's not my intentions but can't you see
My insensitivity just gets the best of me.
The more I talk, the more I weep
Nothing good comes out from what I speak
Could it be that my lack of tact
Couldn't stop me to show you the painful fact
Of how life works.

Sorry wouldn't bring it all back
But then I don't intend to say that
Knowing you could also be
As insensitive as me.
Could it be karma?
No, not really.
Because we both know
That everything has to go.
And this is one of them.


Dedicated for him. 10.08.08[/b]

Woahhh!!!! very powerful poem!!!!

what the! Harteks lageh au na Pink. Mura ko m.stroke! augh`

...X

Early Morning Blues
Bambz 10/16/08 4:54 AM

I wake up to volume
Once again
My rest is doomed
It’s not insomnia
More than it is
A disorder of my mind

The environment
Pleads for silence
But once more
It is ignored
And so was I
Peace has left us

Its not utter chaos
More than it is
A war of loud mouths
Shouting
Every single syllable
But soon it is

Morning
Once again, we were
Disturbed
If we could just
Scream with nature
Perhaps, we’ll be heard.