the dark creation

mingling on the heights of heavens
one unique dark spot on the midst
of light and shinning angels.
not minding the troubles on the eyes
of the conservative guardians.

i, the dark creation,
damned and forsaken.
all wanted is a universal freedom,
to have circles to roam on,
speak without the fear of being damned.

though my soul is wrapped with sadness,
happy i am for passing and crossing your paths.
i may not be that good for the group standards,
but will redirect those who are seeking happiness.
and give spirit to those who are breathless.

i, the dark creation,
unworthy to be part of circulation.
all wanted is a universal freedom,
to look upon equally on everyone.
seek understanding on every minds.

faith would always be on doubt on your eyes
keeping calm with your unfavorable sights.
worry not, i'll just be a passer-by who soon leaves.
whatever the goodness taught, and affections
will always dwell on my soul, and is part of my standards.

i, the dark creation,
a flesh and weak with temptations.
all wanted is a universal freedom,
with no walls of  discrimination.
will always remember how to be a human.

cycling curses

once i thought it would be a great symbol,
good one to keep and have with wherever you would be.
no matter how simple, or how elegant it would be.
to wear it would mean a life, an overwhelming joy.
but then not all are blessed with that life nor joy.
a redundant fluctuation of what has been started,
a ghost in life that fills me curses and damnation.
and snaps me again and again, and again.


 "ring"

oblivion

there are thoughts sought to be undying.
notes in mind brought out to be soothing.
they are, and they will always be hanging.
sighs in life, breathes for the emotional being.
signs to prove, i still kept a valuable realm.
or the so-called bond was still existing.
 well, is it that convincing? most probably not,
even for an inch. it will take a lifetime to prove something.
a lifetime to make a heart mending. lifetime to adjust the heartstrings.
a forever to make you back on these arms.

anonymous poem

browsing my desktop, curious with xxx.txt
i know i was the one who saved it.
i couldn't remember whom it was or
where i copied it, to read it later.
hmmmmnn.. mind is quite occupied
haven't posted for a while of how i am.
i guess i'm not that good in scribing
for i'm only posting those lyrical emotions
and coded views on blunted moments
whenever i want to write or if ever
i need to let it out, just like a pee.
..V. :P .V..
another scornful view of scribbling.
anyway, i found that poem.
it is good, i like it.
strong and expressive.
and a feminine shade of expression.
:)
hoping i'll remember whose piece this is.
well it doesn't matter anyway,
but she's a good light combination
for a picturesque painting or
for a lens captured moment
of expressing a thing in an honest
and beautiful way, a freehand literature.
came directly from the her heart.
the voice inside of her.

"When I first met you, I admit I felt something special.
In your eyes I see myself.
I was thinking if you felt the same way too.
As moments gone by, we begun to know each other more and shared the same feelings.
It is such a wonderful feeling everytime we are together, everytime we talk."

and bottom line is, we are on same journey.


"...A journey ahead of us will not be easy but it will be worth it.
We will do it together.
Whatever trials we will be facing, all I want is your hand to hold mine knowing that we can do it together; together we will pass every test, every trial that may come our way.
With you, I know everything’s gonna be fine.
With you and me, together we will be…

Always…"

to the author:
i may not meet you on net
hoping u'll make it til the end,
with him..
:)