August 26, 2008 at 10:37 PM #89572
by ROLANDO A. CARBONELL
For a moment I thought I could forget you…
For a moment I thought
I could still the restlessness of my heart..
I thought the past could no longer haunt me
nor hurt me….
how wrong I was.
For the past…no matter how distant…
Is as much a part of me as life itself.
And you are part of that life.
You are so much a part of me….
my dreams…my early hopes…
my youth and my ambitions…
that in all my tasks…
I can’t help remembering you…
many little delights and things remind
me of you….
Yes, I came and would my pride…
mock my real feelings.
Would the love song…
the sweet lovely smile on your face….
be lost among the deepening shadows….
I have wanted to be alone…
I thought I could make myself forget you…
in silence and in a song….
And yet I remembered…
For who could forget the memory
of the once lovely, the once beautiful…
the once happy worlds such ours?
I came because the song that I kept
through the years is waiting to be sung.
I can’t sing it with out you…
The song…when sung alone…
will lose the essence of its time…
because you and I had been one.
I have wanted the misery to end…
because it’s a part of my restlessness.
CAN’T YOU UNDERSTAND?
can’t you feel the depth and the tenderness
of my feelings towards you?
Yes, can’t you see how I suffer
in this even darkness with out you?
You went away because you mistook my silence
But silence my dear, is the languege
of my heart.
How could I essay the intensity of my love…
when silence speaks a more eloquent love?
But perhaps…you did not understand.
Remember I came…
because the gnawing loneliness is there…
and it will not be lost
until the music is sung….
until the poem is heard….
until the silence is understood….
until you come to me again.
For you alone….
can blend music and memory…
into once consuming ecstacy….
August 26, 2008 at 10:28 PM #89571
“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile,a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment,
or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around ”
:(( this is so true.
August 26, 2008 at 4:09 AM #89540
Hi Ate ^^ cheers!!! plzzz dont cry. There is so many who loves you Ate ^^
July 13, 2008 at 4:20 PM #87325
OH COME ON! don’t bea fool for someone who doesnt love u, forget him. You’re just wasting your time (and ur tears).
July 13, 2008 at 10:18 AM #87311
bakit iniwan mo sya? 🙁
July 12, 2008 at 1:40 AM #87262
Tears, (di ko alam kong ikaw nga ang minahal ko o kapangalan mo lang)
Mahal kita ngunit hindi tayo magkapalad…langit ka, lupa ako…mabuti na rin ang ganito kaysa habang buhay tayong kapwa masasaktan…malulungkot din ako ngunit kakayanin ko.
Minsan, sa ating pagkabigo sa buhay, sandali tayong nawawala sa landas. Pati sarili, nawasak sa gitna ng hirap at sakit na nagbigay sa ‘tin ng lakas, nagbigay liwanag sa gitna ng dilim na noo’y nagbubuklod sa ‘tin anuman ang naging katayuan natin sa buhay, pag-ibig at paniniwala.hindi mapag-aalinlanganan na kahit na ano man ang naging hadlang sa mga naging dikta ng tadhana tayo’y mga bigo, Na ang tanging nagbibigay sa atin ng papanalig at pag-asa ay ang isang kapangyarihang pinagkaloob sa atin. ang magmahal.
Naririnig ko pa ang mga huling tinig mo hanngang sa mga sandaling ito, parang musikang paulit ulit na bumabalik” hindi, wag mo kong iiwan! Josee!!! Josee, hindi mo ko iiwan! makinig ka sa ‘kin! Josee, para mo ng awa! hindi mo ko iiwan! Josee, wag kang bibitaw. wag kang bibitaw, wag kang bibitaw! Joseeeee hu hu huuuu!!!!”
Tulad mo minumulto rin ako sa anino ng kahapon na pumupukaw sa pusong inilugso ng karupukang dumurog samagapok na dibdib. Ibig kong ituring kang isang maningning na tala sa gitna ng bula ng alak tuwing gabing akoy nag iisa. Na lumalasing sa aking mga gunam-gunam, makirot ang gunitang ibig ko ring malimot. Ibig kong magkulong sa mga boteng may pampamanhid na dulot at lumalayo sa altar ng karimlan na idinadalit ay puro kapighatiangdumudungis sa dalisay na panalanging Waring mga lagas at bulok na dahong ipinadpad ng panahon. Bakitkailangan pang iugnay ang nakaraan sa pagsakop ng kasalukuyang marahil ang diwa lang ay nahihibangDahil sa isang tulad mo?
Dahil sa mga pagkakataong parang nakakandado, maraming galon na ng pawis ang aking naidilig sa lupaUpang ang pait ay di na masuklian pa ng luha habang ikaw ay sagana at di alintana, gayon pa ma’y patuloy kitang minahal Kahit na ano pang bagay ang pilit na ihadlang walang nakapigil sa paghakbang Ng mga paa kong nagnais na marating ang ligaya. Hawak ang pangarap na di na mamumuhay na may kaba dahil alam natin na sa bawa’t isa nakalaan at ang pagmamahalan ang tangi nating sinasandalan. Bakit may pangit na kabanatang kailangan pa nating pagdaanan?
Noon madalas kitang pinag mamasdan habang ika’y natutulog… sa mga gabing di ako dalawin ng antokSa mga gabing wari ko’y napakahaba, inaawitan kita ng aking malulungkot na musika sa mga sandaling gusto kong mapag isa, sa kalaliman ng mga hating gabi sabay yakap ng mahigpit sa iyong mga alaala, Sa yong mga pag-aalala, pananalig at tiwala, sinabi kong balang araw kong ika’y magiging akin, kaya kong baguhin ang ikot ng mundo. Nagdarahop ang aking damdamin sa mga gabing ika’y umiiyak, habang ako’y tumitipa sa mga kumpas ng katahimikan….tunay ang iyong pag-ibig….ngunit di umangkop sapagkakataon at ang mga paghihintay ay nauwi sa wala. Nakakalungkot…napakalungkot.
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile,a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around that you just realized it when i was not around.
Tama o mali man angnaging pasya, tama na..tapos na…wala na……ang yong taga luto, taga plantsa, taga laba, taga saing. Wala na ang minahal mong KANADIAN…(luto KANADIAN, laba KANADIAN, saing KANADIAN, plantsa KANADIAN) .. wala na ang taga luto mo ng paborito mong siopao at utusan mong taga bili tuwing ginugutom ka sa gabi at pinapatakbo mokahit umuulan sa kanto upang bumili ng inihaw na dugo at isaw.
Paalam.JoSee ang Virgo Boyz ng Sorsogon
December 12, 2006 at 10:45 PM #46626
Today I realized I have a lot to say to you. Today, while staring at the empty space between me and the wall, I suddenly realized that there are things you need to know – about me, about you, about this relationship and about everything in between us.I don’t really know where to start saying everything. I don’t know how to say it because I’m not used to expressing the feelings I feel inside.
I miss you. That’s the first thing I want to say. Late at night when I lay in bed thinking of everything that happened to me, only your face appears in the vast emptiness that eats my heart and my mind. I know I’m not supposed to think of you anymore because everything has long been over between us there wasn’t anything between us to begin with. But I can’t help it and I don’t know how to stop it. Sometimes I think it is better that way. No more TEARS to bug you late at night, no more TEARS to remind you of what you have to do, no more TEARS to stop you from being free to go out with your friends, no more TEARS to say sorry to, no more TEARS for you to keep happy, no more TEARS to please the list can go on and on and it would never stop. But in the back of my mind, everything that I thought was good has a counterpart. In the back of my mind, I wish you would think differently. I wished you would miss the late night calls that last for hours. I wished you would miss the silly messages on your phone. I wished you would miss the childish games of who is who and what is what. I wished you would miss the times we sat together just staring at nothing with silence enveloping us. I wish you would miss laughing at the silliest things and corniest jokes. I wished you would miss the funny nicknames we fight over. I wished, I wished you would love me too.
I love you. That’s the most important thing I want to say. Those three words alone can explain why I wrote this letter and why I can’t stop missing you and why, why everything is the way it is. I love you. You’re the very first guy to ever make me say it and much less admit it to myself. To be honest, I don’t really know how to love until I met you. I used to think that when you love, you have to hold hands, you have to kiss, you have to exchange sweet words… you have to give. But I was wrong. When I met you everything changed. I learned that loving someone doesn’t mean you have to hold his hand or you have to kiss him or you have to tell him he’s everything you’ve been dreaming of. You don’t even have to give him everything. You have to keep something for yourself. You have to once in a while make him miss you so he wouldn’t take you for granted. You don’t even have to talk all the time because when two people are in love, the silence between them gets too comfortable and no words need to be spoken. That’s what I feel when I’m with you. I’m not sure if you feel the same way. That’s another thing I learned. I learned that when you love, you should not expect the person you love to love you back.
It hurts like hell. It hurts so damn much. I want to curse you, to tell you that you’re the most selfish, self-conceited, arrogant jerk I’ve ever met in my entire life. But how can I? There was nothing in between us in the first place. Everything was just a product of my own imagination that has gone too far. I now know that while I’m trying my best to make you love me, you’re trying your best to get away from me.
You should have told me instead of pretending we were doing all right. I’m not blaming you for everything that happened. Don’t get me wrong. I only want to make my feelings known. I only want you to know that in this life, there was once a girl who loved you truly. Once… you’ve touched a heart and a soul and I’m not the same because of that. They say that people’s lives are like stars. There would come a time when people, just like stars die too. But after 2.5 million years, stars would be reborn; people are the same. So after 2.5 million years, I would still want to meet you again. After 2.5 million years, I would still fall in love with you. After 2.5 million years, maybe we could get another set of chances. Maybe, just maybe, you would learn to love me too.
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