Sunday, June 12, 2011

Trying to catch the air


How come we always try to own what we can't have?
Why is it that we lust for all that is beyond our reach?

I ask this based on my own experience and many of others, life always seem to play hardball with our emotions and we're always helpless to do anything. It seems like i am always attracted to guys who are not in my reach. Some are in denial while some don't deserve me.
My heart is currently split between two who i may say so myself fit all that i seek for a companion. But it seems like both are accosted with some traits that are lacking. I met F late last year and from day one we were like soulmates, we connected in levels that I never thought were possible. For the first and only time I can say for sure that I was really in love, I gave to him my all and was content with life. But he kinda developed cold feet and along the way we drifted apart. I was really hurt,even wrote about it here. Funny thing is right now we are best of friends and though the feelings remains, i don't regret letting him into my life.

I later met J and though we had so much in common and i have a thing for him, i don't see us going anywhere. He's kinda conflicted thinking that he's sinning and that he will grow out of being gay.




AirPlanes - B.O.B feat Hayley Williams

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

ALL I WANT


With a pen and paper i'm truly blessed
For words in lines I can really express
The unspoken words I can finally address
Thoughts that I deeply suppress
Innermost secrets I can confess
With a pen and paper I can rid of my stress.

With a pen and paper I can open up and say
Of my brighter days when I'm ecstatic and gay
And my dull times when I'm lost and betrayed
Of when I shine as a clear day
And when I'm bleek and gray
Give me a pen and paper I can find my way.
Give me a pen and paper I am second to none
My words like a beacon will forever burn
With a pen and paper, friends and foes I'll earn
Friends will appreciate the fun
While foes will see only the pun
With a pen and paper I am my own man.