Monday, September 19, 2011

The One

I don't have any other terms for these kinds of characters in our lives except for — The One.
Well, The One is not your supernumerary character who passes through your life without you taking notice.   

In fact, The One is such a potent mark in your life that you can only hail him in a pedestal that nobody can ever match. For some reason like a fight, distance, time or even without a why, he does not really stick around in your lifetime to be there for always. And yet you know, he is The One.

I cannot also consider The One to be better than who you are with now. In fact, he can even rate as an ugly duckling. And yet, when he did his cameo role in your life, you are just taken to heights beyond your wildest imagination.  And there's the firm belief that nobody can ever take you there again.

If you have watched John Cusack's movie, Serendipity—somewhere in 42 minutes and 28 seconds (just kidding, I really don't know the exact time frame J) he said something about wanting to see Godfather the original even if Godfather Part II was better! Well, it is a bit like that with regards to one's attraction to The One. Although, you are happier with who you are with in the present moment, there seemed to be that unconscious attachment and endearment to The One.

Is it possible to end up with The One?

I don't know if I got the whole story right or I just conjured the whole thing up but I think my friend, Percy, said, studies show that people don't really end up with their The One.   The ratio would be 2:100 for the odds to bring you and The One to live happily ever after.   

I have my own share of experience with The One. His name's the male counterpart of mine. We were seatmates and became friends. But somewhere down the road, we parted. We are probably both happier now in our present lives. And yet, there remains the nagging awareness on my part,   he is The One.

If you get to read my novel, NOT QUITE GODLY, you will be introduced to a character named Apollion. I built him up as The One. Although, I plan to release the sequel late 2012, I still don't have any idea how it will all end up. Somehow, I would like to enjoy the feeling of having someone in your life that will fill your heart with both sadness and happiness. Call me nuts—but I often associate real joy when I cry and smile at the same time.       
Do you have your own experience of The One? I would love to hear from you. Tell me in the comments below your experience.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Once (A light romantic piece of flash fiction)

Rain began to fall softly, as he gazed around the room. She stood silently in one corner. Her luggage sat beside her. She was wearing the perfume he insisted her to use.

"I don't want to confront you," she said. "I was about to leave this letter when you came."

He looked at her. Then, he looked towards their bed. The covers were neatly tucked, just the way he wanted it. He looked back at her. "Are you going somewhere?" he slowly asked.

She nodded. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She couldn't understand the feelings rushing through her.

"Would you like me to accompany you?" he asked.

"No, I can go by myself, " she said.

"I'll drive you to the bus stop," he insisted.

"No!" she told him.

"To the airport then?"

She shook her head.

"Why not?" he demanded.

"Because I don't even know where I'm going."

"You're leaving me?!" It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yes," she answered uncomfortably.

"Why?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said. They sounded stupid to her. This was not the conversation she pictured out to be. She was hoping that he'd beg her to stay. Instead, he was asking her questions she couldn't even answer herself.

"Is this some kind of a joke?" he asked a little annoyed. "Are you having one of your moments?"

"I'm not!" she quipped. "I just can't find words to express what I'm feeling right now."

"Try me," he challenged. "Or better yet, why don't you read the letter you prepared."

"I don't have to," she said.

"I've given you everything you wanted, everything you need - everything!" he said silently.

"I didn't ask for it," she said indignantly.

"I just assumed that-" he started to say.

"You assumed," she cut him off. "You always decide for me. You didn't-not for once-give me the chance to decide on my own. I'm losing me with you."

"I thought you wanted it," he said.

"You thought!" she cried.

"I have to do it. I might lose you..." he said softly.

"You're about to lose me. All you can think of is yourself. I find it selfish," she said.

He dug his foot on the carpet. She knew he was nervous. All of a sudden he changed. Gone was the sure-of-himself guy. What stood in front of her was the vulnerable boy she once knew.

"You can do it your own way from now on. Just stay, please..." he pleaded.

She avoided his eyes. She knew that if she met his gaze, she would stay. She loved him so much. "I can't!" she answered.

"Where are you going to stay?" he asked.

"I don't think I have to tell you," she said.

"Will you call me?" he asked shyly.

"Probably!" she said.

"Take care of yourself," he told her.

"Thank you," she said and turned to leave, "goodbye!"

"Bye," she heard him say, "I love you!"

She looked back at him. He looked down and raised his arm in a wave. She was torn between the right thing her mind instructed and what her heart claimed as the right thing to do.

"I'll be back in a couple of weeks," she said. They smiled at each other.

He ran to catch up with her. They walked outside the house hand in hand. When she comes back, a new beginning would welcome both of them.

"Will you marry me- when you get back?" he asked.

"As soon as I get back here," she said happily.

"Give me a ring wherever you may be," he said.

"I'll visit my folks," she said.

"I'll wait," he said as he hailed down a cab. He opened the passenger door for her. "Do you love me?" he asked doubtfully.

"Once," she said as he frowned. "And always!"

Both of them smiled.

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Thursday, August 25, 2011

Author Interview: Amy Miles

Eighteen-year-old Illyria Anderson has found the one thing she desires most.  But choosing him will bring about Earth’s destruction.  

A darkness is growing within Illyria’s soul, threatening to assume control of her mind and her unstable powers.  The sinister thoughts that flash before her eyes are filled with images too brutal to put into words.  For a normal person this wouldn’t be a problem.  Popping a few pills before heading to a weekly counseling session would be enough to control the insanity, but Illyria isn’t normal.  She’s not even sure she’s human.  The only thing she is sure of is that she’s dangerous. 

Bastien Lewis, a sinfully handsome stranger, is the only person who can bring Illyria back from the brink of destruction as she struggles to control her powers.  He’s the only one that isn’t afraid of her or the Darkness that threatens to unleash its devastating power on the universe.  But being near him is almost more than Illyria can bear when she learns that her destiny does not lie with Bastien, but with another.  Illyria must decide if her love for Bastien is worth giving up everything, even if the price to be paid is Earth’s enslavement.

Hello, everyone! I am so excited to share with you my interview with Amy Miles, author of Defiance Rising. Amy  lives in Southern Illinois with her husband and son, and is a proud stay-at-home mom.  When she’s not writing, Amy can be found goofing off with family, cuddled up on the couch with a good book, or helping to renovate her home.  Amy is currently working on Relinquish, the second book in her Defiance Rising Trilogy, which will be available Fall 2011.

What kind of reader are you? What are your favorite books? Who are your favorite authors? 

I’m an avid reader of teen books at the moment.  Always trying to do comparisons for my own book, Defiance Rising.  I’m the type that when I get a book that’s really good I will willingly give up a night of sleep just to finish it.  I love Mysteries, Romance, Adventures, Fantasy/Sci-Fi and Christian romance.  Some of my favorite authors are Sophie Jordan, J.K. Rowling, Ted Dekker, Frank Peretti, Janette Oke, Stephenie Meyer and I’m just now getting into reading Amanda Hocking’s books.

Please describe what your writing day is like. (your writing process including schedules, number of words or pages in a day, if any).   

As a stay at home mom my day’s can are never the same.  I write when I can, snatching bits here and there.  Typically my best time to write, which thankfully coincides with my moments of inspiration, are between 9pm and 2am.  The house is quiet and I can truly focus on my book.  Typically I will write for 3 to 4 hours a night, normally finishing a chapter or two depending on how easily it flows.  The one thing I am very strict about is making sure I write something every day.  Even if it’s only a paragraph.

Please describe your process of editing and revisions (including any work with your beta readers or critique partners and your editor).   

When I was writing Defiance Rising, I actually completed my entire rough draft in 3 days.  But…it took me 2 years to complete the book.  Most of that was because I doubted myself as a writer, but a lot of it was rewrites, editing and more rewrites.  Even after all of that work I still found silly typos.
Editing is far more critical than writing the book.  If it doesn’t flow, if your threads aren’t tied together perfectly or if people find themselves stumbling over typo after typo, then no matter how good your content is, your readers will get a negative impression.  So even though it may feel tedious, put in the time to make your manuscript perfect. 

Who are your writing mentors or models?  

I learned a lot from reading Sophie Jordan’s books.  I’ve always been a descriptive writer, but her books opened my eyes to just how powerful words can truly be.  Sometimes reading a historical romance is all you need to expand your vocabulary. 

I grew up reading countless books by countless authors and each one of them impacted me as a writer.  Each one taught me a new style, a new idea or expanded my skills as a writer.  I’m a firm believer that in order to be a good writer you have to be a good reader.

How would you describe your work?

The word work isn’t even in my vocabulary.  Doing what you love, what you’re passionate about is never work.  I spend a couple hours throughout the day promoting Defiance Rising, and working on my blog to help promote other authors.  Self promotion is by far more tiring than writing a book!  But all of it is necessary to make a name for yourself.
What do you want your readers to take away from Defiance Rising? 

I didn’t want Defiance Rising to be another “in-thing.”  I didn’t want to write about vampires, werewolves, angels or any of the other fantasy themes swarming the teen sections today.  I wanted to write a book filled with action, excitement and also a love triangle to complicate things. 

Defiance Rising is a tale of one teenage girl’s journey to self-discovery, self-sacrifice and learning the ultimate meaning of love.  Illyria Anderson is just a normal girl faced with extraordinary circumstances.  I want teens to be able to sit back and think “what would I do if that were me?” 

What keeps you writing? 

I’m one of those authors that if I don’t write I feel like I will burst.  My mind never shuts down, never stops writing.  I can be standing at a bus stop and see a near miss of a car accident and my mind already begins playing out the scene, writing every detail of what I would jot down if I had a piece of paper. 

I had to learn early on that if I wanted to make sure my ideas were remembered the next day I had to keep a notebook beside my bed.  I could write pages of really good material while I lay tossing and turning at night but it’d be completely forgotten the next day. 

Writing is a passion of mine.  It’s not what I do, but who I am.  It’s an extension of me.  So writing could never just be a job, it’s a way of life.

Thank you, Amy! I can't wait to get a copy of your book.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

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Unknown to both of them, they both shared a past that has not ceased to gnaw them until the present.

With such a potent emotion for one another, they attempted to get over and heal themselves from the past only to realize, they cannot forget.

Will the future be kinder?

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Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Unleash the Genius Within: How to be a Writer

Ask a writer how to be a writer and you can bet that the cursory response would either be knitted brows or a scratch in the head. Honestly speaking, the how-to of being someone like how to be a writer, how to be an artist, how to be a mother, is not really defined but lived. That is probably the reason why it is be-ing in the first place. It is because it is a process that is ongoing in the present moment.

So when you ask someone how to be a writer, you can only recommend a few tools that he can use to guide him in his endeavor in becoming a writer. These guiding tools may include the following:

1. Think of an idea

Best-selling author of Eat, Pray, Love, Elizabeth Gilbert gave a talk on Ted about nurturing creativity and discussed that all of us "have" a genius. And this genius is forever giving each one of us ideas. There are some people who believe that the same ideas are given to various people. The ones who listen are the ones who give life to these ideas.
The first guide on how to be a writer is to think of an idea, to capture the gift from the genius that is within us. You will be surprised that the one thing that has been bugging you is the very idea that you are meant to give life to— to write.

2. Record the ideas that come up from your original idea

Should you be gifted with an idea by your genius, you need to listen some more and a myriad of other ideas will come rushing forth. Like a tree that suddenly grew millions of branches, your idea gives birth to other ideas and you need to record them.

3. Get the string of ideas organized

After you have gathered the ideas springing forth from your original idea, get them organized. Pruning and tweaking takes place. Discard what is redundant. Put in order what is important. And behold, you have your skeleton of chapters before your eyes.

4. Write

The last guide on how to be a writer, which is really an endless step, is to write, write and write some more. This is where praxis meets the theory. And the how-to becomes a process. This is when how to be a writer becomes real.

How do you write? Do you listen to the genius within you? What do you want to write about?

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Meet Pilcrow, the Best Tool Indie Book Authors Cannot Do Without

Gone were the days when self-publishing has been scoffed at because it was believed to be the simpler alternative to an impatient or rejected author who wants to bypass the processes of traditional publishing. 

In its place is an era about authors taking charge with what they would often consider their “babies,”  “pride and joy,”  “glory” and more.  Would you think that these authors will undermine the handling of their precious ones?  While traditional publishing will limit the authors about their say on certain aspects of their books, independent publishing is a call and commitment to excellence in editorial, cover design and more.  For then again, majority of authors are artists and less of business people. Their works are manifestation, often revelation and extension of who they are as individuals. For this impetus, the readers can expect a work of art which goes beyond mediocrity from a real author…a self-published author.

I have recently joined the rostrum of authors who have chosen the independent publishing route.  By independent publishing, we can categorize it through print books and electronic books.  In this article, I would like to discuss the ebook platform and publishing.

Contrary to what others may think, self-publishing is not a simpler route. In fact,  it can be a daunting journey if one focuses on the aspect of being “on your own.” However, it is also a great and rewarding experience. When one has conquered the first step, going up the other levels is like opening a gift encased in different wrappings— coaxing and intriguing one to mystery, joy and fulfillment.   

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Thursday, August 4, 2011

Untitled Poem #35

I want to shield
Myself from you
The necessity of it so
It’s hurting me…
Then you surprise me
By saying
You have penetrated
And you found out
How disgusting
My world is…
Now, what is left of me?
Not my shield
Not myself
Not even my disgusting world
I have nothing…
You took what I had
Once I had everything
I thought I
Even had you…

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Untitled Poem #34

I don’t know
When I am going
To die
But I know
When I am
Not going to die…
I just wish
I don’t live
Long enough
To learn how
To hate life…
I also wish
I don’t live
Short enough
To hate death…
As it is…
I keep holding on
To life
Or to the
Shadow of

Thursday, June 23, 2011

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SLEEPING CHILD is now out. This is a decade of poetry collection mostly about life, love, death, faith and relationships. Join our mailing list and you will have access of SLEEPING CHILD for free.

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Just like a sleeping child, the poems included are a mixture of tranquility and mystery. For then again, looking at the face of a sleeping child draws us to both awe and peace.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Untitled Poem # 33

I must bid
For my own sake
And yours, too,
Wouldn’t mean
Loving you not
For in fact
I have come to
Love you more
In fact
More than
You can
Ever think of…
But because of this
I have come
To fear
Because I know
You will never be mine
And mine you’ll not be
Foolish me to keep
What is not mine
But was meant for me
in the first place…

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Untitled Poem #32

It hurts
Me to think
That I can do
No more
Than stare
At death
As it slowly
Your life
Away from you
From me…
I feel so
For I cannot
Protect you
For I too
Am powerless
From death
Not even God
Can help it
It seemed…
For He, too, died…

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Untitled Poem #31

‘twas Being
That I sought
‘tis nothing
That I found
‘tis a journey
Without end
‘twas even
A why-
Let it be…

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Untitled Poem # 30

I pray fervently...
Fearful thoughts have invaded my mind.
Making my heart so scared.
Prompting my body to be restless.
You said, “Peace be with you.”
I claim that peace.
Calm my thoughts.
Appease my heart.
Let me be still.
Let me hold on to your bleeding hands.
Let me look at your bloodied face.
Let me embrace your weakened body.
That your blood may give me strength and vitality.
And your Christic peace fill me.
Your lordship and friendship crucified, glorified Jesus

Monday, June 6, 2011

Untitled Poem # 29

How could one express
For live
For love
For death
Laughing be enough, then?

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Untitled Poem # 28

There’s something
Unknown to man
Which keeps
From asking questions
and believe
something unfamiliar
something called
I have asked
Searched for so long
Now, I simply
Submit to faith
I believe…

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Sunday, May 29, 2011

Untitled Poem # 27

I would like to think
I am the very
First mortal
He has ever revisited
From the land
Of immortality
His growing beard
So vividly pressed
Against my cheek
His grasped, fatherly embrace
Warming my fearful
Then, tears welled up
In acceptance
He is dead
The encounter retold
Yet, mine and mine alone
Let it remain
Mine and mine alone…
For he was mine
And I was his
Yet he’s dead
And I still live…

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Untitled Poem # 26

Each second is fleeting
The rapidity of it almost unconquerable
I became explicitly aware of
The air which enters my nose
The very same air which my life
Depended on…
Each minute is a toil
The burden of waiting
Yet, I continue to breathe
Not giving up on dear life…
Each hour seemed like a race
Between a team of turtles
And a herd of snails
That it seemed difficult
For me to live another minute
I will love myself
Because nobody can ever truly
Love me other than myself
That way
Every second, every minute
Every hour
Would be bearable
That way,
I can continue to live…
Even if I have nothing
And nobody
Even life itself is not worth living for.
For in reality
I live alone
And I die alone…

Monday, May 23, 2011

Untitled Poem # 25

I am filled with anger and resentment
Towards the life I have now
Not because I am not satisfied
Because somehow I am
But because I seemed to have not
Satisfied the world, the people
And life itself
I am filled with sadness
Not because I have never felt
Happiness before, for certainly I have
But because of the sadness that goes
Along with the happiness which
Seemed inseparable, inescapable
I am filled with despair
Not because of a life suddenly turned wrong
Because everything seemed right
But because nothing more can be done…
I seemed to be dead
Not because of a lifeless life
But because I continue to live…
Life is filled with emptiness
Not because of nothingness
Because everything seemed full
But because of that fullness itself,
That suffocating fullness…

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Untitled Poem # 24

Look at the flowers
They are so full of beauty
So full of hope
So full of passion
So full of life
For now
For tomorrow
For the next ten to fifteen days
Then, comes
The inevitable…
Listen to me
Hear me speak
I sound so real
So full of thoughts
So full of life
So full of dreams
For now,
For the fleeting now
Then, the unexpected…
Flowers live for days
I live for years
Flowers live for butterflies
For nature, for people
For bees
I live for nothing, for nobody
For years…
Flowers are merely flowers
I am a human being
This world does not deserve me
The world deserves the flowers
But the flowers deserve me
One day, I went to the cemetery
Stopped in front of a deathbed
Which cuddles
An unknown person
I saw flowers with blood red
Petals, picked two of them
And brought them home
Look at the flowers…
Look at the flowers again
By this time perhaps they don’t look that
Beautiful anymore the way they once were
Listen to me again…by this time perhaps
I don’t sound so alive
For the inevitable, the unexpected
Has finally arrived.

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Monday, May 16, 2011

Untitled Poem # 23

Death is
Birth is
One mournful
The other joyful
Some mistake
One for the other
One can say
If death is death
And birth is birth…

Today is the first day of the rest of your life! 
A new beginning! 

Dying and being born...

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Untitled Poem # 22

Let the face
A mystery
So mortals
May continue
To seek
To pursue
To listen
To believe
And to
Look forward
To immortality
The face
I will wait until then.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Untitled Poem # 21

He felt so old and fulfilled
Very much fulfilled in fact
Yet so alive
How can life lose
Its meaning all of a sudden?
How can one reconcile
Such a paradox
Of a completed life
To that of an empty
Well-understood patterns
Intricate patterns
So familiar
So commonly called life…
How can one be so eagerly
Waiting, anticipating
Of gravediggers
And old churchyards
Turned into
Yes…how can one talk
So freely of death?
Ahh… at his stage
Death is no longer a mystery
But just another clumsy step…

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Untitled Poem # 20

The fine network of wrinkles
Cover overload of questions
The long deep black lashes
Cast not only shadows
But deep worries
The closed-tight lips
Curtain words
Which remain not
In her deep slumber
The deepest
Darkest dream
Overshadows fear
Fear of a mother
Losing her child…
(I fear more of the vision
Of losing a mother…)

Monday, May 2, 2011

Untitled Poem # 19

You have once touched
The heart of a numb soul
You made a song
Out of the crumbled dreams
The soul had
You made her whole again
Now, you’d be lowered
Down to your grave
And solitude
The soul knew
What you wished for
She, too, wanted the same thing…
But you, yourself can tell
How your majesty
Was left unmoved, unexplored
Down to your deathbed
There’s no solace
Only turmoil
Which would constantly
Thunder in your head
Like wrathful gods
But the soul and you
Would be like inextricable coils
Nothing will ever keep you away
From each other
And although you
Can’t be together
You’d never ever be apart…
When you died
She ceased to live along with you
For you and the soul are one
A creator of life
And in your deathbed
There’s a desperate wish
That it may just be
An ephemeral cessation
I whispered the same wish to
The gods too.

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Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Untitled Poem #18

I think of myself
The child I was once
And now the woman
I think of time
Of the past
Which was once the present
Of the future
And the possibility of
Becoming a now
And now…fleeting
I think of life
What it has been
What it has become
Inextricable coils
It is so sad
So complicated
So painful
Yet so beautiful…
Ahh…I feel so beautiful
And yet so old
So indifferent
Death…here I am
Ahh… it is that time of
The year again
When I get emotional
And funny too…

Image: africa /

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Untitled Poem #17

She talked so freely
Acted so naturally
Smiled so effortlessly
Just like an angel
There was no acceptance
Nor forgiveness
For there was no hatred
In the first place
Nor was there love
There was only vanity
She looked like a corpse
Old, unmoving
She talked so freely
About sepulchers
Acted so naturally about death
Smiled so effortlessly
About pain
Just like a corpse
Cold and unmoving

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Untiled Poem #16

stays on
shall slumber
that of
old locks…

Monday, April 18, 2011

Untitled Poem #15

They mocked me with my anger
Ridiculed me with my pain
They never did take me seriously
I am standing between sanity
And insanity
Being in the middle is a lot
More difficult than to
Succumb to one
All these things
are making me sick
everything is driving me crazy
now, you cry over her dead
body as if she can still hear you
she is dead
when she was alive you never
paid any attention to her
isn’t it paradoxical that
she’s worth more dead
than she was alive
it was what she wanted
how can a funeral be so joyful?
Right this very minute
Her Maker cradles her in His Arms

I never knew you knew how
To paint
You never knew me
Is it a sandcastle?
It was…
Now, it’s merely sand…

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Untitled Poem # 14

I was angry
You never noticed
You never did
I was hurt
You ridiculed me
Mocked me with the pain
I created on my own
You never did care
You never understood
The pain and the anger
And the confusion
Of trying to care
And understand you
I quit
I surrender
I could never
Really understand you
It does not
I’d stop
Loving you…

Monday, April 11, 2011

Untitled Poem # 13

After the inquiry to
God’s existence
After claiming that the
God I knew
Was unknown to me
The god of Satan
I woke up to
A nightmare
Which could have
Sent me
To hell
Catching my breath
And afraid as ever…
I’ve had the nightmare twice
The nightmare of medium
And spirits
Mortal medium
Healers as
They claimed they were
And evil spirits
Descendants of Lucifer
Children of the devil…
In the end
I realized how little
I trust my Maker
The maker of good and good
The most powerful Maker…
In the name of the Father
The Son
And the Holy Spirit
I believe…

Friday, April 8, 2011

Untitled Poem # 12

I have nothing with me
Only naivete
And ignorance perhaps
But it’s me
I know nothing
Not even the simplest of things
But it’s me

After the dawn
That awakens man has cracked
I’d share the me
I was
I am
But perhaps will never be
But it’s me

I guess this is
the only thing
which can set me free
the only thing which put
me back to my
is you…

can you ever take me
the way I am…was…
but will never be?
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the only thing
That matters
Is that
 it’s still

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Untitled Poem #11

Like the light
From the sun
In one hand
In another
I left you
But I never really
let you go…

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Untitled Poem #10

Falling in love
Has always been the same
From Adam and Eve
To Romeo and Juliet
Poets have played with it
Artists have painted it
But it has always been the same
The problem with it is
When it happens to you
You forget that
It has always been that way
And you tend to convince
Yours is a different love story
But practically speaking
It has always been that way
You started loving
And ended up hurt.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Untitled # 9

I stared
At the moon
I recognized it
I looked at
The stars
I counted all of them
I failed
But it did not
Make any difference
I can still count
I am still me.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Untitled Poem # 8

It is better to know
You are alone
You can’t help but be sad
Than to know you aren’t
But you still
Feel empty
And blue…

Friday, March 25, 2011

Untitled Poem # 7

Man must do
To know he is alive
But he doesn’t
Have to do it
To remind him
He is a
Human being…
Because of my
Great desire
To change men
And the world
I forget that
I am only human…

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Untitled Poem # 6

Life is
But a trick
It is a
Set of rules
You have to conform with
A set of questions
You have to answer
A sweet success
You have to work for
A little amount of
You have to enjoy temporarily
A must
An unwritten law
A piece of paper
An unwanted gift
What’s important
What lies
Beyond the grave…

Monday, March 21, 2011

Untitled Poem # 5

Songs are yet to be heard
Poems, read
Storied, told
Feelings, expressed
The abyss
The writer
Is still
The mystery…

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Untitled Poem # 4

The moon
Was reached
The mountains
The sea
In the end,
Produced a progeny
Of shallowness
My being
My soul
Remained cold
And unmoving
Instead pain
I’m going back,

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Untitled Poem # 3

I envy those who know too much
For I know nothing
I envy those who have everything
For I have less
I envy those who are happy
For I am sad
I envy those who are loved
For I am alone and cold
I envy those who are blessed
For I am cursed…
It is so sad
To be envious of what others have
It is so lonely
To be jealous of what others feel…

I am so ashamed
For what I feel
For what I think
I am guilty
For blaming others
Of what I do not have
Of what I do not know
Ah, men…women…
Why should I envy them?
I have nothing, I know nothing
It is them who should envy me…

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Untitled Poem # 2

Boredom conquered my being
My hollow existence
Waiting to be filled
The shallowness of my soul
Hoping to be deepened
Feed me with your
Noble thoughts
Fill me with your love
Give me the key
To your being…

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Untitled Poem #1

Today, I ask a favor from you
I thought you would give it to me
I thought you would stay with me
I was left in the middle of hell
The devil devoured on every
Part of my flesh
With vengeance
I was dragged towards the pit
Yet, you never came
You left me alone to die
You abandoned me
You weren’t there
You left me
I seek for you
Called your name a hundredth time
You remained deaf…
If something goes wrong
I blame you
If everything’s great
I don’t even remember you
Now I know why you left me
You just want to remind me
That you too, need my love…