One Winter

One winter, you left me in my shiver,

All alone in the night of dark and cold,

Getting lost in this dreary and snowy wilderness,

Freezing with the whites of regrets and blues.

 

And one winter I waited in one corner

of one melancholic cell of tragic solitude,

Looking at the pale trail you travelled before,

Remembering the fears of winter tears.

 

One winter I wished as I quiver,

A lost chum will visit me in my frost,

But devastating blizzards had come and gone,

I’m unmoved and still in the boots of my chill.

 

Until one winter I reminisce no longer,

Time that I spent longing for your light,

Winters that I was waiting in ice and cries,

Snow that had fallen faint and died.

 

But one winter all just fade to never,

My hope has blown and flown with the wind,

Knowing that one winter your life withers,

Made me remain in my shiver during winter.

-killden-

I used to get by on my own until they came, showing me what friendship really means.

A walk to remember

This was written last night….

I woke ip a hundred times earlier than I usually do. I immediately got myself ready and dressed up and eventually on-the-go at 4:30 in the early morning. I was not being possessed, this was all because the AVON walk for a healthy tomorrow would be held, emphasizing its help to the breast cancer patients.

The activity was held at the SM Mall of Asia and the registration was as early as six in the morning. I encountered a difficulty in going to the place because I was such an uncivilized person; I had gone to MOA only once in my entire wonderful and a bit patethic life.

But after all, we made it to MOA.(*applause*)

There were lots of people and students who participated in the AVON walk. Most of those were PUPians, not only because they were required to, but also because they wanted to.

The participants were on their march at past seven. Despite of the pails of sweat, everyone tried his/her best to reach the finish line- and everyone did.

After the walk, the word “gala” came next. We viewed some of the stores there, including my paradise- the Comic Alley.

It was such fun helping the breast cancer patients in a simple way like walking….

So, gotta go…peace out!..smile!:)

Silence

Noisy lips,

Busy streets,

Thus,I want still,

Silence when I kneel.

 

Multitude of anxieties,

Mind’s perplexities,

yet I have peace

in my silent bliss.

 

Inevitable rumors,

Fading values,

but I choose to remain

in my silent game.

 

People are shouting,

Nature is talking,

and I stay blithe and tranquil,

Silently telling to God what I feel.

-killden-

The world is too “noisy” these days.

A Message

The wind whispers something,
but man didn’t hear it.
It travels from east to west
and abruptly vanished from the earth.
The message reached several,
but no one whispers back.

The trees scream aloud,
but man didn’t hear it.
It moved the mountains and hills
and suddenly called tragedy.
The message reached some,
but no one gives an answer.

The waters hardly cry,
but man didn’t hear it.
It flowed from ocean to ocean
and soon runs dry, unnoticed.
The message reached many,
but no one wipes the tears.

The skies ask for help,
but man didn’t hear it.
It echoed everywhere
and unfortunately turns to silence.
The message reached everyone,
but only a few gives a reply.

-killden-

Lend a hand. Leave no harm. Love the Earth.

Raining

The heavens shed inevitable tears
Soon its traces will be set to oblivion
Just like how my grandeur falls and perishes
and abruptly buries lonely by the earth.

The clouds are too melancholic to look at,
but they will always be coming and passing by
together with the tragic feelings within me
Keeping me drowning in this abyss of dumbness.

The skies scream so loudly from such a distance,
I can hardly hear my own heart’s clamors.
Just to think how the pain collides inside me,
keeps me haunted by memories of long ago.

Raindrops fall as teardrops roll for you,
The unpleasant ambiance of yesterday returns
As every lightning brings back your words,
struck my heart’s inner thoughts of the pain you gave me.

The wind is overwhelming with the sonatas.
They make me forget felicity for a while.
In sorrow is where my past reminisce you,
when you left me broken under this same dark sky.

-killden-

Rain most of the time opens the door of a melancholic past. I used to hate rain because of the flashbacks. But as I stare at the rain every time it falls, I realize that nothing is so bad about it.

Let me tell you a secret of mine. Rain helps me to avoid tears roll down my cheeks. How? Well it may sound corny but I just remember that every time that I’m down and I feel like crying, I just need to stare at the sky, lift all the tears to the clouds so that they will be the ones to cry for me.

It’s just in the state of mind.

I love rain, rain loves me.

Self Portait

Background of seemingly fatal darkness,

Keeping the secrets longed to be unfolded,

Mirror it is of charcoal days that have faded,

long way back,yet somber,vague,hopeless.

Each line prevails that of pain of misery,

from never ending strokes of felicity,

modified by faith,trust and melancholy,

making an image not of misfortune but of tranquility.

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