the in-between

I am not a stranger to you, but i am not your friend either.

 I am not your friend, anymore...

Between the cure and the disease, i was there.

Between the desire and the necessity, i was there.

Between a flicker and a blaze, i was there.

Between the lush and the scanty, i was there.

Between the repulsion and the enthralment, i was there.

I was there.

 the plague, the yearning, the flame, the mundane, the fondness.

Between a squabble and a covenant, i am there.

Between a drifter and a dweller, i am there.

Between a curse and a miracle, i am there.

Between the nemesis and the ally, i am there.

Between the melancholy and exuberance, i am there.

I am there.

A testimony, a voyager, a vision, a guest, the thoughtlessness.

Between the wise and the absurd, i will be there.

Between the poignant and the detached, i will be there.

Between the scheme and the consequence, i will be there.

Between a trinket and rubbish, i will be there.

Between a drizzle and a downpour, i will be there.

I will be there.

The typical, the aloof, the deed , the prerequisite, a raindrop.

We were the start but you were the end

And I am the in-between.

September 8, 2011

flying away

Illusion

I can always elude you, but who am I fooling?

Even if I literally nudge you out of my way

You still prove to be callous

You always find a way to throw a pungent satire
You were never a conformist

And I was the ludicrous one

You’re being vile at times make me cringe

But you mesmerize me

When we suddenly become cordial

And the sheerness of the moments we’ve shared

Make me blush, sometimes whimper

Yet the drizzle always seizes these moments

And I’m dissuaded by the truth,

The irony of it all.

September 9, 2011 (12:23 am)

yes.

cacoethes cognitum

Many say that they are wandering but they are not lost,

I may be that; or I could say I am being led astray, in my own willingness,

Or that I know my way but I refuse to go…

Maybe I just really don’t want to get there yet,

‘Cause I know I will not like it…

Maybe I am actually lost, but not really.

Whoever said that life is a series of changes

Should slap me in the face until I turn red,

Spoken words are as powerful as written ones,

The only difference is the sentiment, the fervor, the zeal, the passion, the why…

And once they are borne into this world by one person to another

Only time can either relish them or heal whatever was ruined, broken.

You said you are not numb but you were blunt when you said it,

You were, I guess, lost for words at what you’ve heard,

I could only wish for you to care…

Was it just like hearing any other creed or was it consuming, liberating or immaterial?

You should know, it is often easier to be the one to listen than being the one who talks

Because listening is recognizing vulnerability but talking is being vulnerable.

My words will persist to exist in corners of memories and what has been,

I will not speak to you again of what was already spoken so I hope that you listened

And that you listened well…

For I did not speak of words from my mouth but of squalls of flimsiness

Of my innermost clandestine yearnings and sly deeds…

And please do not come running to me after all these,

I do not give second chances to those who do not deserve it.

August 25, 2011 Rm 231 Kamia Residence Hall (12:24am)

yes, you did.

ode to the night

As the clock strikes six, i start to think of you
When the sun goes down, i wait for you to come
Slowly, the shadows are lost, the light is gone
and you creep into the skies of my mind.

Colors start to fade away as i've longed for it
While i start to look up, flowers then bow down their heads
Less people on the streets, no more words, no more light
Just you and me in silence, in the darkness we lie.

As i stare at you in the vastness of the unknown
I try to reach for your stars, I try to be bold
You smile at me and i smile back at you
If it were for me, would you dream of what i dream would come true?

I embrace for all that you aren't and all that you are
You will never be alone, I will keep the fire burning in your stars
Tell me those words again and i will believe you through and through
Let your light shine on me and I'll shine the light back to you.

Yes, you are my most wonderful yet most elusive memory
When you fade away, i fade with you
Heed my call, don't go away, not yet.
Can you just stay for a little while?

But your hand slowly slipped from mine
You were always there for me but morning must come
Please know that i am sorry, but if it weren't for you
I would've never been more close to him than i am now.

June 21, 2011 (CMC lib)

damn.