At since napapadami na ang nagagawa
kong poetry, I have decided to
dedicate a blog for my ever-dearest
poems ---
mekzandmuch.blogspot.com
VERSES and RHYMES
your name and how it's spelled
your aura and the strength it held
your soul and how innocent it can be
you mind and how it enthralled me
your magic and how it had me captured
your mystery, how weird and how absurd
your thoughts and how i crave to know more
your emotions, how i wanted to see all
your everything, how they make your whole
all the details and bits down to your core
your face and how perfect it seemed
its features and how they shine in the dim
your eyes and how they stared hard
your nose crafted faultlessly like art
your cheeks, your dimples, your chin
your lips and how they paint a grin
your ears and how you listened
your tongue and the words it had spoken
your hair and its feel, unforgettable
your scent that's so irresistable
your fingers and how gently they touch
your hands and how they reached out
your arms and how they offered me guard
your shoulders that provided me warmth
your skin and how it feels on mine
your reflexes that're so one-of-a-kind
your contours and how nicely they fit
your breath, the pressure and its heat
your heartbeat and how it sounded
your your voice and how it got me astounded
the blood inside your veins that ran crazily
the hormones that almost had me dizzy
your complexities, radioactive as radium
your tricks that put me into delirium
you and how i never had enough of such
you.. just you.. and how i like you much
your aura and the strength it held
your soul and how innocent it can be
you mind and how it enthralled me
your magic and how it had me captured
your mystery, how weird and how absurd
your thoughts and how i crave to know more
your emotions, how i wanted to see all
your everything, how they make your whole
all the details and bits down to your core
your face and how perfect it seemed
its features and how they shine in the dim
your eyes and how they stared hard
your nose crafted faultlessly like art
your cheeks, your dimples, your chin
your lips and how they paint a grin
your ears and how you listened
your tongue and the words it had spoken
your hair and its feel, unforgettable
your scent that's so irresistable
your fingers and how gently they touch
your hands and how they reached out
your arms and how they offered me guard
your shoulders that provided me warmth
your skin and how it feels on mine
your reflexes that're so one-of-a-kind
your contours and how nicely they fit
your breath, the pressure and its heat
your heartbeat and how it sounded
your your voice and how it got me astounded
the blood inside your veins that ran crazily
the hormones that almost had me dizzy
your complexities, radioactive as radium
your tricks that put me into delirium
you and how i never had enough of such
you.. just you.. and how i like you much
I opened my eyes.
Those few seconds of darkness and nothingness felt almost like a lifetime. And for a moment, I didn’t want to open my eyes for fear that when I do, everything will be over. But the moment held such trepidation in it and I wanted to make sure that this isn’t a dream. And so, gently ... I opened my eyes.
And I’m glad that I did. Because as the light passed through my pupils, I saw you there, just mere millimeters away from the tip of my nose. Right then and there, I was sure I am not dreaming. Your breath brushed through my cheeks and your gaze was catching mine. I felt locked within your stare, and I, with much effort, stared back into your lovely eyes. It was as if we understood what our glares were trying to say, and so we let our faces come closer to each other once more. And before I knew what was happening, I let my eyes be flooded with darkness again.
And then, I felt like fiery flames were enveloping me. I felt you firm hands grope through to my nape and my fingers found their way to your hair. I heard your gasps for breath and your pulse was beating faster, in synch with your pounding heart by your chest. My own heart thumped crazily too – it was like a thousand rhinos charging on their prey. And then, I was in inferno.
But not quite, because this felt so right, there was nary anything wrong with this. I felt warmth, but not heat. And it became my light in this darkness that I see. I felt sweat trickling down our foreheads, but we seem not to mind. We were engrossed in this moment of togetherness that we were oblivious to any ruckus. My ears were unmindful of any other sound but your breath and heartbeat. And my lips, interlocked with yours, knew that it truly belonged there. I felt your hands catch mine and you let your fingers run through my own.
And then again, I let my eyes open. I saw you and I knew, this is my heaven...
Those few seconds of darkness and nothingness felt almost like a lifetime. And for a moment, I didn’t want to open my eyes for fear that when I do, everything will be over. But the moment held such trepidation in it and I wanted to make sure that this isn’t a dream. And so, gently ... I opened my eyes.
And I’m glad that I did. Because as the light passed through my pupils, I saw you there, just mere millimeters away from the tip of my nose. Right then and there, I was sure I am not dreaming. Your breath brushed through my cheeks and your gaze was catching mine. I felt locked within your stare, and I, with much effort, stared back into your lovely eyes. It was as if we understood what our glares were trying to say, and so we let our faces come closer to each other once more. And before I knew what was happening, I let my eyes be flooded with darkness again.
And then, I felt like fiery flames were enveloping me. I felt you firm hands grope through to my nape and my fingers found their way to your hair. I heard your gasps for breath and your pulse was beating faster, in synch with your pounding heart by your chest. My own heart thumped crazily too – it was like a thousand rhinos charging on their prey. And then, I was in inferno.
But not quite, because this felt so right, there was nary anything wrong with this. I felt warmth, but not heat. And it became my light in this darkness that I see. I felt sweat trickling down our foreheads, but we seem not to mind. We were engrossed in this moment of togetherness that we were oblivious to any ruckus. My ears were unmindful of any other sound but your breath and heartbeat. And my lips, interlocked with yours, knew that it truly belonged there. I felt your hands catch mine and you let your fingers run through my own.
And then again, I let my eyes open. I saw you and I knew, this is my heaven...
A heart is meant to love just but one.
But the mind could love more.
Because one will never be enough.
For two will always be better.
Trios sing better than duets.
And three will always be greater than two.
Three’s a crowd.
But more is merrier.
But the mind could love more.
Because one will never be enough.
For two will always be better.
Trios sing better than duets.
And three will always be greater than two.
Three’s a crowd.
But more is merrier.
Don’t worry; I am just as surprised as you are to see myself writing this to you. This wasn’t needed; not now or never at all either. But I just can’t keep the feelings to myself. It’s eating me up from inside, worse than any parasite could. Let me just speak it out. It’ll be over before we know it ourselves.
I have this thing called crush for you. We have it normally, especially for teenagers like me and like you were. But no, this isn’t gonna be just as normal as I thought it would be. The feelings you bring me – I never experienced such from all my crushes put together. This is so different and it felt so new to me. And I love it. I’ve told you this once before and I’ll repeat it just in case it hadn’t sunk into your senses. It sounds rather cheesy but then, it encompasses the thing I have for you. Well, yes – you really are my ultimate crush. You don’t have to mind the adjective I use. Let it be because it’s the only word the dictionary could provide to perfectly describe what and who and how you are to me. And I’m not expecting to be just the same with you. No, not even the penultimate – that’s not required and never necessary.
You’re 22 and I’m 16. I’m young but you have a queer word to substitute for it – immature. For you, it’s worse than just being young and that makes the you and me part of my fantasies utterly impossible. ‘Cause to you, I am but an immature puppy earnestly seeking for some cuddling and hugging. But you get it all wrong, that’s not what I need. I only wanted some friendship from you – a genuine, true and special one that I could treasure, that we both could. I admit, I was really excited of the thoughts of us together. For quite a time, it became my dream and making it come true almost became my mission. But before it goes deeper and before I totally lose all bodily control to keep me from prancing into you, I reluctantly dissolved those from my thoughts. It was damn impossible and that it wouldn’t do any good to either of us. And besides, you never really liked me.
That doesn’t matter to me. I have known from the very first that we were never meant to be more than acquaintances and schoolmates and I actually accepted that already. It’s just that it hurts how I seem like a dot to you when you haven’t gave me chances at all to make you realize that dots could be important too, that I, your dot, could be important too. You were my everyday sip of morning coffee. You kept me warm but you fueled my heart till it pleaded for more, only to be left with nothing from you. I hate how you kept your ears shut when my tongue itched too much to tell you of its stories. You never exerted any effort of knowing me at all when I was more than willing to divulge into your insides and understand your very person. I was a friend. Yet you never saw me like that.
I’m not being bitter at how you never reciprocated the kindness and care I showed you. I mean, why should I be angry? You never really liked me to enter into your life. But the damage’s done. I guess we just need to endure it a little longer. You don’t need to worry. You just have to be very optimistic, you know. Think of this – you’ll be graduating soon and that means never ever having to see me again. Isn’t that great?
But well, I’m sorry but I couldn’t suppress the feelings that fast. Because the chills and thrills are still there at the mere mention of your name. The spasms of frenzies are still there when I see you. Your smile still is the stimulus for fainting and that it had seem so natural for my body to act that way. Your face and the sight of it still bring me into hyperventilation. I still remember how tender your lips had been on my cheek, how smooth the curves of your scribble when you wrote my name in that sheet of paper (I still have it.), and how blinding the sparkles are when you smile at me. I still remember the whole of you and how it melts me faster than ice would. But in any case, I shall be here still. I will be around till you ask me to stay away.
We don’t need to say goodbye since we never had any hellos to start with. Good luck. See you around. I will still want to see you smile because I still would want to be your friend.
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