The Boy With The Thorn In His Side

I’ll keep trying. I’ll keep standing up Even when I’m falling Even further then...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 01:27:23 -0400

I’ll keep trying.

I’ll keep standing up

Even when I’m falling

Even further then before.

I’m going to be patient.

I’m going to run

To the finish line.

To the sun.

I won’t stop.

I won’t stop ‘til it hurts,

And it already does.

And it hurts even more

When you’re not there.

When you’re far away.

I need you here.

I need someone who cares

For me.

For me, that’s the best thing

I could ever receive.

I could not have asked for more.

That’s all I need.

That’s all I’ve ever asked for.

I’ll keep trying.

POEM: [Travesty]

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 11:23:43 -0400

Two roads forged from oaken wood.

Both are alike— both misunderstood.

One name Travesty breaks on the left.

The other, Misery, has fallen bereft

For it has been placed on the far side of right.

To head to it now would take all night,

And I’ve simply no to lose.

So Travesty is the one left to choose.

As I head towards the mouth of the path,

The oaken wood trees seemed laden with wrath

Towards the sun’s powerful rays— at least before

The oaken wood trees had covered the door

With a profusion of layered leaves

That nobody else believes

But I.

I entered and witnessed the light die.

POEM: [untitled]

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 11:13:00 -0400

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I’ve come so far and I haven’t seen

The Fabled Orange Light.

I’ve walked across the golden fields

And even hopped a flight

On silver eagle’s wings,

On single towered things

And I’m still waiting for the light.

I’ve trekked across the mountain tops,

And crossed the local valley;

Searched even the deepest seas

Just for a chance to see

The Fabled Orange Light.

I haven’t lost the fight

For the legendary light.

But I gave up and stood still;

Stopped searching for the light.

Instantly, across from me

The Fabled Orange Light

Appeared in its great glory.

Though hidden in simplicity,

I’m glad that I have seen the light.

Just played with my hair…

Sun, 16 Dec 2012 02:59:15 -0500

Just played with my hair…

To kick off my December of new hobbies, I decided to make a...

Sat, 01 Dec 2012 01:16:17 -0500

To kick off my December of new hobbies, I decided to make a Soundcloud! Don’t expect much from me though. Haha!

Poem: [Things Could've Been Better...]

Sun, 04 Nov 2012 00:35:54 -0400

Things could’ve been better

For the both of us.

We could’ve been with the one who

Makes us happy;

Respectively.

Spend a little time with the one who

Makes us smile.

Build stronger bonds with the person

We want.

Find the right moment to go for

The kiss,

And, maybe,

Land it for the very first time;

But we didn’t.

We spent time with each other

And it made us happy.

We had a few conversations

That made us smile.

We built a stronger bond

And it was something that we wanted.

And it came to a point when

I wanted to go for the kiss,

And, maybe,

Land it for the very first time.

But I didn’t

Because I know that you have

Another special person.

I just can’t help but feel

That things could have been better

For the both of us

If we tried.

Poem: [I See Better]

Tue, 30 Oct 2012 08:43:37 -0400

Photo by: DeviantNep

I walked a winding path alone.

It twisted and turned;

Had red pines and blue stones.

Birds would croak and toads would chirp.

Turtles perched on trees,

While miniscule elephants heartily burped.

I found the whole scene amusing

Until the moon went down.

The sun’s darkness blinded me from seeing.

Then I saw a sign not too far away.

It glowed radiantly,

And asked me to choose, “White or Gray?”

Suddenly, two paths appeared in front.

The left was called Pale,

While the other was called Froth.

Pale was immensely bright, had snow for miles,

was cold and barren.

But I could sense that staying here would make me smile.

Froth had a cemented road that was double the former.

No trees. No Water.

But animals thrived and people gathered.

I couldn’t choose between the left or right.

It confused me, so

I laid down at the crossroads; calling it a night.

When I woke up the birds chirped, the sun had stayed and

Only one path was left.

I don’t know what it’s called, but it had no end.

So I walked the solitary road alone.

It didn’t twist and turn;

Had green pines and gray stones.

Poem: [October 30, 2012]

Tue, 30 Oct 2012 06:56:17 -0400

I’ve had an afternoon for reflecting.

On what, you ask?

Well,

As I did a little Facebook surfing,

I noticed how my friends

Have such close relationships with others.

How they have road trips, parties, and

Dinners that I tend to miss out on.

And I realized that most of my time

Wasn’t as well spent as theirs.

I realized how many of my former friends

Are now distant.

How those whom I used to call “bestfriends”

Are now strangers.

How those who I am really close to now

May just end up the same way.

And I ask myself,

“How can I make it different this time?”

And

I still haven’t figured out

The answer.

"Cheetos Cheetah" by Maqui C.

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 07:47:07 -0400

INTRO: Here’s a new one I wrote in my phone’s Notepad. Trying out a different style of writing. Hope you all like it! :)

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I plunged into the chaotic grocery store sale with little care towards anything. I didn’t really want to be here. I was hungry. The crowd was so huge that five steps forward took awhile to achieve; this made me sickeningly impatient. I hated it. Nevertheless, I pushed on.

Slowly creeping toward the first shelf, I ached to get my hands on a bag of Cheetos; Jalapeño flavored, of course. Damn did I want a bag. I wanted to taste the simple pleasure of Cheetos once again. That cheesy crunchy twig of pure cheetah-endorsed happiness: delicious. Then, I saw her.

She wasn’t the kind of girl that would grab everyone’s attention. More like the shy girl in a chick flick with which the high school heartthrob would fall head over heels for, only this girl knew how to dress. She stood around 5’5”, was fair-skinned, probably of Chinese lineage, and had long dark hair. She was looking at the top shelf, then the bottom; probably looking for something to place in her cart. Snacks, maybe?

She saw me looking at her and we shared a stare for about five seconds, then, she suddenly looked away. She looked away from me. Can you believe it? Me: the hottest boy in this region, the eye-candy of every girl within a one-kilometer radius, the embodiment of Adonis in the Twentieth Century! The nerve of this girl! I was offended, but I couldn’t get mad. This girl got me hooked. She got me hooked real good.

A sweet aroma diffused into my nose as she walked by passed me, deliberately ignoring my presence. She grabbed a box of Pop Tarts, a bag of Kisses, and a little piece of my heart for every other item that she took from the shelves. I walked toward her direction to see what else she would get; probably letting her take my heart completely in the process. She cradled a bag of Lays, and slowly crept up to the Cheetos corner.

She dropped everything into her shopping cart, looked up and saw me. She looked at me quizzically, then her eyes transitioned to view the Cheetos shelf—so did mine.

Time stopped.

There it was, the last bag of Cheetos Jalapeño sitting on a shelf across the girl that I’ve strangely fallen for. Her arms inched forward, her hands opening to grab the bag. She had a lustful smile on her face, as if to say, “My precious.” Gollum-style. My senses started tingling. This girl was about to take my bag of Cheetos!

With a sudden protective instinct, I pounced at her. She dropped the bag and screamed, “Ahh! Don’t hurt me!” and at that point, our eyes met, again. Her beautiful brown eyes were tearing up, almost pleadingly, and I felt sorry. I didn’t understand why, but we had an understanding after that. This bag of Cheetos was a wall—the wall that separated the two of us.

I straightened myself and picked up the bag of Cheetos Jalapeño and held it right in between her and I: a peace offering. She grinned, looked in her bag and pulled out a piece of paper and pen. She scribbled something on the piece of paper and traded it for the bag of Cheetos. I looked at it as she smiled. I smiled back. Then, she happily walked away toward the counter to purchase her snacks.

That night, I typed the number into my phone. Ring ring. No one picked up.

Poem: [I Jumped...]

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 09:23:28 -0400

I jumped

From the top of a hill

And for a moment I felt light.

I felt calm and I felt still.

For an instant, I felt alive.

And I kept on falling;

Falling ever so fast.

It was the best feeling,

But even that didn’t last.

It seemed like an hour,

What, in reality, was quick.

True enough, I landed hard;

In an instant, felt sick.

I jumped from a hill

‘Cause I thought it was right,

But the impact did kill

My former love for the flight.

Photo by: zalas

"She Cried Under The Rain" by Maqui C.

Mon, 10 Sep 2012 09:05:51 -0400

There was a storm that night she cried. She needed time for herself so she walked down the steps of her staircase and strutted towards the door with the full knowledge of the weather. She didn’t care about getting wet or sick, she just wanted to let go of her emotions under the rain.

While taking steps to the garden, she took time to look up at the gloomy sky and droplets kissed her face. They were cold and made her shiver; she liked that. Her arms spread wide open like she was crucified, her clothes were soaked and her feet were dirty from the mud. She twirled around wearing her lovely smile—a mask. But she knew happiness was short-lived, and that her ecstasy would leave as quickly as her heartbeat. That’s when her happiness fleeted.

She looked down and knelt on the ground as she relaxed her arms. Tears flowed from her eyes and she cried for an hour. That’s when he came.

A hand touched her shoulder and she looked up at a familiar face. He smiled at her and she smiled back. He couldn’t understand the look on her face. A second ago, she was crying, but, now, she was happy—really happy. She didn’t even look like she cried; the rain hid that much. But, nonetheless, he didn’t believe her. She was an actress, he knew that much.

However, despite knowing that, he sat down and entertained her false happiness. They talked about getting soaked by the rain and enjoyed their muddy feet. They laughed and seemed happy.

Then the boy looked into the girl’s eyes and, slowly, kissed her. From then the rain stopped, and they were both genuinely happy.

"In His Eyes There Was Love" by Maqui C.

Wed, 29 Aug 2012 03:11:59 -0400

To him, I was larger than others, much longer, and, probably, stronger too. He looked up at me with a little fear, but the kind of fear that’s brought about by the lack of knowledge; we had just met, after all. I guess that there was love too, but it’s hard to find out because I still can’t understand him. He looked a little confused, but he was also comfortable. Quite the perplexing one, ain’t he?

He looked to the right and saw a woman, and gave her the same look he gave me just moment ago. A little fear, coupled with confusion and, maybe, love showed on his face. She smiled at him, and as if he understood, he smiled back. They were both so happy that it made me happy too.

Then he looked at me, and I smiled. He smiled back and laughed. His chuckle made me laugh too, but not because it was funny, instead because it was adorable. I looked up to the ceiling, and then to the woman. We smiled at each other, and tears flowed from my eyes. As I cried, she cried too, but we were happy.

Then we both looked at him- he was happy. Smiling, he looked back at us both while tucking his fingers inside the woman’s hand. In that moment, I saw that in his eyes there was love.

**NOTE**

I’m not a father (obviously) and this is a work of fiction.

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A Friend Once Told Me...

Sat, 25 Aug 2012 10:57:43 -0400

“A boy loved a girl so much so that he proposed to her, but she declined. Even so, the boy remained happy and content with his life. A friend asked him why he was still happy and the boy simply answered,”I`m happy because I lost someone who doesn’t love me, but she lost someone who loved her.”” - C.F.

That anecdote made me think about relationships; and though I have no girlfriend, it made me see things, such as courtship, in a different light.

A boy takes the risk to confess his feelings to a girl so that he could find out if she feels the same. Key word: risk. Guys don’t like that. We want things to be safe, consistent and sure. That’s the way our brain works- we’re business minded. We don’t want things to be uncertain. It’s always better for us to know what the outcome of our actions will be. This is why almost every guy tends to keep his feelings to himself until he knows if the girl likes him back. So when a guy confesses and she doesn’t like him back, it hurts. Trust me, I’ve been there.

It doesn’t just end in getting hurt. There’s always that loss of confidence and motivation, as well as the possibility of losing the girl as a friend. Guys don’t like that, and neither would girls if they were in our shoes. I mean, seriously, would you want to wake up everyday thinking that the person you’ve had feelings for for the longest time doesn’t feel the same way? It sucks, right? But this anecdote says that we shouldn’t feel that way, which is what intrigued me.

It implies that this not-getting-liked-back thing isn’t all that bad, and points out that the person who isn’t liked back isn’t the one on the losing end; maybe it’s even for the better. Kung hindi ka naman gusto, ba’t mo pa ipipilit?

I guess all I’m trying to say in this blog is that there’s always a brighter side to things. So don’t try to dwell too much on the negative things, and as cliché as this sounds, the grass is always greener on the other side.

Photo by: Khomenko

**Anecdote from my friend, although it isn’t originally his.

Meant to Be? I Think Not.

Thu, 23 Aug 2012 09:04:50 -0400

Fate: the force that people believe to be responsible for our destiny. Some say that it is the way life is going to be laid out, while some say that it is God’s plan for each person. In retrospect, people believe that it is something that is uncontrollable. Thus the saying, “if it’s meant to be, it will be,” was born. I, on the other hand, believe otherwise. I believe that fate is the outcome of the choices we make. Allow me to explain.

If a boy and girl are so-called “meant to be”, does that mean that they are fated to each other? Does it mean that they will end up being together no matter what? Some will say, yes, they will be together because they are “soul-mates,” while others will disagree. See, the underlying phrase here is “no matter what.” Saying that entails that whatever the circumstance is they will end up being together. What if the boy doesn’t confess his feelings to the girl, will they still end up being together? What if he doesn’t ask her out, or call her, or in any way make an effort to pursue her, will they still end up being together? I think not, and for good reason.

From a Christian perspective, God has His plan for each person. He wants what is best for every individual. While that may be true, and I do believe in it as well, I don’t believe that God’s plan is something that one cannot create for himself. Why is that? Well, simply because He gave people the privilege to have freedom. Though I may not have any biblical backing for what I’m about to say, God’s gift of freedom gives human beings the right to choose their fate. If it did not, then that isn’t freedom, right? For me, God’s plan is simply to bring people up to heaven; that is why He sent His only son, Jesus, to save us from sin. Of course, if it were that easy, He could’ve just let everyone be brought to heaven in an instant after Jesus’ death. This plan is give-and-take. God gave His people the freedom to choose to follow Him or not. That is why He allows people to live evil lives, even if He doesn’t like it.

The same goes for everything else in life that people believe to be Fate. One doesn’t become a successful businessman, teacher, actor, etc. simply through fate. He has to start from somewhere, make the right choices and, eventually, end up on top. Nobody just wakes up and becomes the C.E.O. of a multi-billion-peso company without doing anything to achieve it. That’s just absurd.

It’s only going to be “meant to be” if someone makes an effort to make whatever it is happen. Nothing is brought about by nothing; and as redundant as that phrase sounds, one cannot deny that there is a reason behind everything other than a supernatural force that controls destiny. A domino tipped over another and created a domino effect because a person decided to tip the first block; not because fate wanted to make a stack of dominos fall. Think about it.

“We could sit here and cry, but, frankly, you’re not...

Tue, 14 Aug 2012 10:19:39 -0400

“We could sit here and cry, but, frankly, you’re not worth it anymore.”

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I made this out of boredom. Haha! Go reblog!

Sat, 11 Aug 2012 08:49:00 -0400

I made this out of boredom. Haha! Go reblog!

"Her Game" by Maqui C.

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 01:47:00 -0400

She sat across the table from me. Her piercing eyes just coyly analyzing my movement. Believe me, I was nervous. She could do anything she wanted with me; after all, this was her domain. I put my guard up. I didn’t want her to see that I was afraid. I didn’t want her to win.

I examined her. Two beautiful eyes staring me down, a steep nose well-aligned and proportionate to her face, and lush pink lips coupled with her elegant smile. Long black hair framed her face. This girl was beautiful and very intimidating.

I didn’t know what to do. I tried to project a smug look because, maybe, it would catch her off guard. But no, she just kept on glaring at me. I attempted to perplex her with a quizzical look, but she was too smart to fall for it. An omniscient gleam showed in her eyes. I just gave her an opportunity to attack.

She unsheathed her teeth from her lips and smiled at me; the kind of smile that made me fall for her over and over again. Then she batted her eyes at me, coaxing me to forfeit.

I laughed, and that ended the game.

Photo By: xMicolx

Poem: [The Road of Would]

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 11:04:00 -0400

Just a little introduction. Today (08-09-12), I had an intriguing conversation with friends about expectations. Expectations lead people to believe that no matter what the circumstance something would happen, or that one would be able to do something. The underlying modal verb of expectation is WOULD.It got me thinking, and it got me inspired to write another poem. So here it is:

One must learn to walk the road

as readily as should;

but never to expect that

left sees that right’s a would.

If one walks the road and is

expectant as can be,

then his disappointment lies

in woulds and wouldn’t see

That true happiness in is

walking along the road

of coulds and shoulds, but not woulds;

coz would’s a heavy load.

Since everyone was doing it, I decided to make one as well. How...

Wed, 08 Aug 2012 22:45:54 -0400

Since everyone was doing it, I decided to make one as well. How is it?

Poem: [The Sun Didn't Come Out]

Wed, 08 Aug 2012 01:44:00 -0400

It’s been seventy-two and a half hours,

And the sun hasn’t come out.

The people all around are perplexed.

“Why’s there darkness all around?”

Another asks if anything was wrong;

While some plead to the elders

To inform them of what happened and

To give the poor some shelter.

For the land was too cold, dark and broken.

No warmth had entered the earth.

No energy, no, not even light

From the stars that gave them birth.

No happiness, laughter, excitement too.

No one’s dancing. No music.

Nothing that gave them joy had existed,

Just Apollo’s dead lyric.

Some knelt over and gave solemn prayers

To the gods who forsake them.

Others rallied for they new that this

Was the Sun God’s requiem.

The remaining citizens did nothing

For they knew not what to do.

Part of them didn’t believe in gods,

The other half simply knew

They had no authority and power

Over the vast universe.

They understood that they had no right

To create another verse.

It’s been seventy-two and a half hours,

And the sun didn’t come out.

I guess the sun did not realize

What its purpose is about.

Photo by: niji707