saccharine

Let me speak of love,
beyond the eyes of moonlight.
Let me risk an innocent dove,
and gamble with pain till they become scars in the night..

Let me awaken from a spell,
that makes me  weep for love alone.
I can make more than a thousand claims,
yet I find that I am sited right here on my own.

Let me not hear the whisper of hello,
that always end with the cry of goodbye.
Let me have the strength to go,
to cradle and caress these tortured mem’ries till they rot away and die……

16th day of April 2008

There’s a pain that cuts through deep…
Listen to my innermost thoughts as I weep
I take them with me as I sleep.

Confessions

We all have untold stories, here’s a part of mine:

"How pathetic am I, to loose myself to you with a mere smile?"

But….
I can’t help it, can I?
I never asked for any of this in the 1st place.

It took a split second to be pushed off the verge of the cliff,
Now, I am feeble as I fall…
I await for the moment of hitting the ground
For only then will I find solace
When I hear the last fragment of delusions smashed into nothingness.

Will you ease the pain if you somehow knew?
I wonder….
Can you perhaps break me apart a bit more to make me numb?
Or can you shatter my shattered dreams?
Just go now, turn around and leave me in vain.

I would have gambled risking everything on the line…
But this game has already been decided even before I was chosen to play
Driven by a cruel cycle of fate…
I see a sinister grin so familiar from a distance.

Yes… I lost sensibility at the site of you.
And in this empty night, I bear with this spellbinding desire.
A forbidden feeling I dare not speak of aloud…
I let it consume and torment me as I burn.

"Without making a fuss. For soon, this should burn me into nullity
and dust."

For someone whose been branded as heartless. I now wonder and feel as
if that heart still ceases to exist, but it just so happened to be
hollow inside.
Disillusioned by fairy tales, turned into stories of hate. Dashing princes
who soon prove to be but nothing but detestable jerks. Sometimes I
can’t help but wonder why we all look forward to loving when we always
end up getting hurt.
To be in a quest of the one lost love to fill the hollow space within. Though,
perhaps that space was meant to stay as it is….
The one love we seek is somehow love in the vast world of the other
hopeless romantics till some goddess knocks him off his feet and sweeps
him off.
While the helpless girl stays amongst the crowd still looking, not
aware that she will never find him for he is already entangled in
someone else’s arms.
"Love eludes those who seek to find it." Yet, if we give up hope and
stop to seek for it, it could someone forever be lost amidst the crowd
and never find it’s way back."

Gus Alain: define love
sugar: love?

"love is merely a state of one’s mind which, in reality, might not exist at all…

at times brings out infatuation, longing and admiration. that can somewhat be attributed to peer pressure, and all the tele-novelas that people are so hooked on nowadays."

this is according to me… =P

violent reactions about what i wrote should to be kept to oneself. >.< or better yet, make your own blog. hehe

special thanks to alain. lol

Isn’t it sometimes ironic how something you’ve tried to avoid for a long time comes chasing after you..? In the past few days I am constantly reminded of a certain occurrence in my life, though that chapter is quite sad and unfinished, I thought it was better to leave it as it is, and slowly let go. . .

“Some things truly do retain their beauty because they can’t be owned.”
And as humans, we can only forever hope for those things that we cannot reach, know but is far beyond what is that’s comprehendible, hold but is far from our grasp. The challenge is what makes the chase for these dreams and longings worthwhile and though, one can never really own nor achieve them, we still hope and wish to struggle perpetually. . .