Felony in Words pt. 1 (1-3)

Have you ever imagine

All of the words your trashing?
And you're not even thinking
You're making my heart sinking

In poetry, i used to love the word melancholy
but your trash words are the best felony
why are you making your brain so tiny?
Is it because dumbness and stupidity is your natural beauty?

I used to live in a world of magic

But you made my life so tragic
Now that I'm bleeding and sick
Are you happy to be my life's judgmental critic? 

Sweet Revenge

Raining, black strings in the heaven thing
Smoking cigars, desperate for someone missing

Waiting for somebody, hell's the place you're leaving

Lost in pathway, unsure of the world's true meaning...

Your death is our horror

You flash in front of the broken mirror

I saw you behind the century-old door

Came back to seize our life once more...

Your eyes are bloodshot red

Your skin is rotten, in shed

After death you laid in bed

"Sweet revenge" are the last words you've said...

Demon King- Pt. 1

 Once there in a velvet paradise

Where kingdoms are ruled, monarchy with heart of ice

Urge of darkness and eager of war blood are in enormous size

Calling that place as peace and paradise are my greatest lies

Green meadows are turning black and red

Animals are dying, humans are sick in bed

Weapons are useless, in muddy ground they are laid

Thunderclouds didn’t overcome; death is what I’ve said

I cover the blue skies with dark blanket

Your world is dying, crushed at my devils pocket

The demon king is laying blood money from his wallet

Exchanged for your soul, forever trapped in their locket

Love ones are warned, I’m writing with a knife and blood

I’m killing you if you’re killing me, and you wouldn’t be glad

I’m the demon king even all my shirts are plaid

You can’t notice me; I’m your curse if you keep me mad

For the ink of my sword is about to end

I command my entire devil to spread; my colony is there to defend

I am more than my illuminati because my actions and words are ruthless, I cannot mend

I am mysterious, unpredictable and unable to bend

Chapter

this is my poem when my teacher discovered my talent. This is my first chapter of my poem writing and i'm still bedazzled by these piece. 

its our project to narrate the love story of our parent as the first grading period project in T.L.E. I was shocked when i saw my grade in this project and a personal comment from our teacher. i feel like I've reached the heavens by the compliment ( which is actually feeling awkward because i really hate compliments) of my teacher. I really thank Mrs. Garnet A. Acelar for inspiring me and pursue myself to write poems. You're the nicest and best teacher I've ever known. 

Years pasts and I was born

Now I am telling the love life of my parents and how they were form

Asking where they start their history

And their sacrifices to publish their own story

Heartfelt long distant relationship occurred

Even though there are nausea and ill to be cured

A perilous situation for love they have to make

But after all, sweet and delicious cake they’ll have to bake

A knight will always find a damsel in distress to save

To show that he’s burly and kinda brave

To seek riches and gain a simple fame

And to prove that love is a game of chance that no one is to blame

Now another chapter is about to start

Let’s see what the real chronicle happens

So don’t miss any part

To find out how they collect jar of hearts

As our story is gettin’ started

The long distant relationship was stated

A road trip and the wind in the hair was imagined

Of a guy who came across the seas to find the nowhere

An enjoyable vacation, the only thing that is written on his plan list

Get into an airplane, fly and visit her sister who he so much misses, atleast

Wondering on nothing and spending time to relax

Finding enjoyment, seeking informations, and facts

This man keeps on walking ‘til he reaches the church of “Muntinlupa”

Stated that “Magsimba tayo mga taong mapapala”

Maybe after he washed away all his sins

There a special event in that place who he loves ever since

Right after that God’s temple is a mini bakery

Where my mom started to cook some pastry

I think my father was amazed of her delicacy

And mesmerized of my mom’s inner beauty

As the” Illongo guy” started to date the girl from bakery

I think their breakfast every morning is coffee and pan de sal… maybe

They start to fall inlove each other and tell their own story

And my mom said: “Hey, I’m from the province of ‘Bicol’ honey”

My dad was shock as mom started to tell

That she comes from a far place that transportation fails

To travel cause of the road situation like a hell

That times. But improved highways today, well

Dad never surrenders courting her maiden

‘Til they arrive unto mom’s place where the nature’s beauty was unhidden

They welcomed him warmly and experienced to swim

In the lake that from the nature came

Fortuitously, my father was accepted by mom’s family

Until the right time they went home and my mom is getting ready to marry

with him. Right that month of October

They were blessed and linked by God together

After the wedding was ended

 A another happy moment was presented

My mom got pregnant and the baby was me

So another blessing of joy spread to anybody

My mother got into the hospital that February 1997

And give birth to me at 11 p.m.

The doctor said: “it was a baby boy”

And my father starts to leap and scream “AHOY!!!”

I grew 6 and my Grandma died

The one who is in my mother’s side

My mom and I went for the burial

Meet her sisters and give her mom last goodbye

And now were living in a simple home with peace

Some problems are encountered but that is God’s art piece

It makes the family strong and reignite

So we can pray the rosary every night

Since the chapter is about to end,

Another life story of someone is about to trend

From the tragedies, problems, glitch, snags, and lies

Into making the life-form of his snip and finding his right cream pie

Life is simple and short

It’s not about lipsticks or high hills with the height of 5 ¾

But it’s about, a barrel of laughs, joy, and contentment here in earth

Where the words “love” and “happiness” only coexist

Love is not a simple thing to be hidden

But a luxurious and expensive feeling to be express

Some people can be deceive by money, sparkles, fame and nice dresses

But that can probably lead them into disaster, death, and unfinished businesses

Right at this point, I wanna make this go all the way

To thank people who help me re-tell the story of my parent

Whenever I ask them day by day

J

Undone

We were in the middlespace, dreaming of dreary dreams. I was weak, weary guy who waits four hours just to force my teardrops not to fall from my eyelids. I was desperate for an answer but I a text message appeared by someone whom I never knew. Not even a name appeared on the screen of my phone. Then I just thought how I can trust a stranger? How can I trust someone’s number? But I was brave enough this time, I’ve texted the number. But I fail. No replies were sent by Hermes. I want to kill myself that time. I’m sick. I burst the tears which I’m hiding behind. I felt sorry for letting them go. I was watching them fall halfway facing the mirror. And I realize that I was left UNDONE.

Insensitivity.

They were the one who really kills me. A situation like, you really care for that person and they left you away dead. They hang you floating in the air and after you feel the heaven, they will leave you away. CURSE. After all, when they are fading out of the perfect image, you will fall down the cold, rough and hard ground inflicted with pain. You will bleed because of pain. They will never realize it because they were insensitive and they already left you undone.

It was the post winter of our life but the coldness that embraces us shivers us twice as the coldness of real midwinter.  And how do cool people fight the draftiness of surrounding? They got drunk. And by the time they are wasting time because of baloney things and conversations, they forgot the people who care for them.  The saddest thing is that, I was the person whom they forgot.  I hate it. Just like Taylor Swift (@taylorswift13) said on her I knew you were trouble monologue, “ it’s not really anything he said or anything he does, it’s the EMOTION THAT CAME ALONG WITH IT.” It is really the emotion because INSENSITIVITY was EMOTION. Get it? And by the time they've read this, they’ll realize why they left me undone.

The sinking feeling takes in when we are in the middle of an argument and you both know that you’re correct which a wrong philosophy is. We are imagining iridescent things. I know we are talking senseless here but that is the way I think. We don’t need to fake ourselves to face our alter ego, grab someone’s physical attributes and feelings just to fit in with them. The time is ticking when the memory of anger slaps our faces. The hours pass by and were still cursing their name. After all, we are fools to realize that we've got millions of damage in each other. That was the moment we know that we both left ourselves undone.

Tragic though.

#MisterMelancholy

Inks with Melodies

Before I wrote stories, blogs and poems, I indulge myself first at writing songs. Yes, I do write songs. It was my dream to buy an acoustic guitar when I was a freshman in high school. I want to harmonize my words with chords until I ask a plain guitar with my parents as a Christmas gift. At first, it turns to be good because they say YES so I keep on hoping for them to buy me that instrument with six strings. In other hand, I’m about to turn sixteen next month but I foresaw that my guitar dream is turning into dust. I haven’t received any guitar except for a broken one which my older cousin lends for me. I am desperate for a guitar. I became an aged man waiting for my own guitar.

Taylor Swift (@taylorswift13) is my first inspiration to write songs before Ed Sheeran, Adele and P!nk. The Taylor song that really inspires me to write is her single “fifteen” from her 2^nd album FEARLESS. The song fifteen is about Taylor’s bestfriend Abigail and their journey about falling in love when they’re both fifteen years old. It is their experience on how love hurted, overjoyed and spin them around at the same time. And my first song which I called “friend” is dedicated to my best friend. The song is about the trials of me of how I saw my bestfriend creep out of our friendship along. This song has a very sentimental value for me and somehow, I regret writing it because I think it was too negative for a good friend like him before. But past is past. Let us move on.

I also wrote songs like:

- MY OWN RISK, this song is about how I saw the earth dying those times and now. That’s how I simply explain it.

-NOISE, this is about my freshman years with my old classmates. It reflects of how noisy and crowded we are but still having fun.

- A BLACK PARADISE is about how my freedom changed. It is when things got heavy and it turned my life dark. I encountered the devils of my life which are the pains and sufferings of those times.

- MOODS DO SWING is a special song about my older girl cousin. I wrote this song because I notice how the stage of adolescence changed our life. I think is it normal for girls to change their mood always. Now I realized. HA HA HA.  But even changes occurs between us, we are still very close and laugh laud whenever we met.

-I KEEP ON is a song of how desperate am I on how our relationship with my ex when those times that I really love her. I find ways to forget the situation but I keep on recalling the memories that we have had. The pains still throbs me.

-GIRL IN MY MIRROR is somehow related to “I keep on” but the only difference is I brought the happy memories of my ex in this song these times. But in the end, I already saw that her face is  fading away from the rear view of the mirror. It is the time how my tears fall down because of the dramatic turnaway. ( I burst my tears when I was writing this part. Those flashbacks...)

-FLASHBACK  is the song about how I feel sad about the break-up with my ex. It is how I really feel incomplete when I was with her and I just keep on rendering her face and hair after months of losing her.

-AGAIN is my first realization of how Taylor Swift wrote songs. This is my first inexperienced song. This song is about how the guy  and the girl saw their both negative sides when they both fall in love. But it is unlucky to the part of the guy because the girl keeps on leaving the guy and she keeps on saying sorry again and again and ‘til the boy got tired.

-SWAYED BY THE BEATS OF HIS DESIRE  is a revenge song in a sense of I write it with the most common trouble with teenage love life. This is a realization of a cruel love too. The story is about a boy and a girl loves each other but the girl was still inlove with his ex handling two relationships at the same time. It’s a random thing. The boy keeps on grasping the lady’s hand even he knew that he might fall down in the end.

This are products of my imagination. Pure Music. Pure 

#MisterMelancholy

Goodbyes...

2012 is a bit good crucial year for me. I learned how wonderful awful i am in keeping in touch with things especially in relationships and friendships. But this year, i will not change. I'll not fix myself for a better me. I told myself that 2013 is my year and i don't want to see these failures goals in trashes being wasted.

Move on.

This is the way to leave better memories and grab the chance to speak for. A voice to call it as "bitter beautiful goodbyes". Moving on is the stage of solving a problem in which you decide to let go for yourself. It  is an answer a risk. For me, moving on is a grain of sand which pours sprinkles you with sweet serenity at first but you'll notice that it also rains with heavy blocks of rock when memories occurs again within your mind. It is its blessings side effects. You cant avoid these scenarios when we are moving on. Some says that we should be loyal find someone else to replace the coldness of memories in our minds. Others told me that you'll have to keep yourself busy in order to forgot the things that keeps you remember whenever you recall the memories. My parents told me to let it go and don't let my imagination rise ruin myself. I agree with all of them but i rejected their offers. I knew someone who can work these things out when nobody everybody failed me. It is GOD who can let me lend his hand to help me.He will be the one to comfort me when i'm feeling down and alone.Nothing is impossible with us God. There's no such thing as "goodbyes" with Him. Hes the only one who'll not let go for us. He loves us best.

Every goodbye simply means new hello. Don't be afraid to interact with our feelings. We know that making friends is a risk game of life. It is ruthless, unsure and perilous but is it fun, mysterious and worth at the same time. It varies on how we carry things roughly properly.

We all deserves a new beginnings and better lives. But i bear this in my mind that if certain things gather collapse because of a simple mistake, it could really change our life and it could lead into heartbreaks and GOODBYES.




                                                                                        #MisterMelancholy

NIGHTMARES

Things really appeared as dark reality unto our lives especially when we are left alone by our love for an obvious reason and never realize them to be selfish and insensitive. That counterpart of being invisible isn't really the way we called fun at all. They saw me riding a bicycle on an empty pathway and never realized I've been on my bed for the past two minutes. Now that is invisible.  But the real reason of being weak is the longing for someone. They used to tell me they love me but I feel the stings of their love the negative way. Which is I don’t know why. I ride that stupid bicycle to find some peace of mind in the road. I failed it. It is the melodrama of being busy so you’ll forgot these things which make you feel alone. I take the circular ways so that I could turn myself on every swerves of the road calm and silent. I failed it again. The wind keeps on whispering random words which is accompanied by a screech of the pedal every time I kick it. Then I came home. I checked my phone. I reached out. No reply.

                 I've waited for hours since yesterday just to spend senseless conversation with you. Is it real love?  I’m sacrificing every person of my life just to be stucked to one whom I love in a tragic way. Is it real love? I am hallucinating about the fake future, evil comedy and dramatic turn away just to fit the society which I know I didn't belong to.  Is it real love? I think it is. In a very bad way though.

                 I dreamed to be a tragic writer and a dark poet. I know I can achieve these things if I keep on dreaming with efforts. I know I’m procrastinating things too harsh and improper. But what should I do? I am too weak. I am charmed and intoxicated at the same time by the potion they spelled on me. My imagination explodes into pieces just like how the stars spread into the galaxy. I want to gather them back. But it is impossible. I want my old self again. But again, it is very impossible.

                I came out of myself. A quarter of it says it’s good. But the remaining, they keep on ditching me how ugly and useless I am. They judged me. We never really think the history behind our longings. The things which we desired for are back fired. They never realized how the pain creeps your skin they burn you. And even you pay me with all that money in the world, scars would remain forever.

                It is in our mind that if we love somebody, we’ll do everything to be with him/her. But what if you keep on falling down and in the end and no one will catch you in the bottom? Will the death of yours make them realize how awful they are in handling wrong relationships? Does it makes you a hero and saves their sins just like what Jesus have done into us? Does it really catch their attention forever and suffer the curse of dark reality when these times came? NO, they wouldn’t bother to talk to you at all. I’ll be buried six feet below the ground while my soul is held by the unfaithful liars who keep me in vain that hurts more than their criticisms which burns. It is tumultuous. I can say I’m happy because I’m dead, I am in really peace. But half of me scream with all the pain because my feet are on hell. I’m not completely on heavens. I just step and smell the scents and scenes of perfection then the devils of my life pull me down and now, I am falling from cloud nine.

                 Are they happy now?

                 I am 15. I am melancholic. Are they contented of what I am today? I am suffering of an unknown disease. An illness of which no one knows what is it but I am. I am the only one who suffers it. But I am the only one who can heal me. There’s no such thing as a remedy or black magic, it is I who can only made a potion unto my disease and I can made it swallow its worse part.

                Every teardrop is a waterfall. People keep on blaming me for all the mistakes of the world. I hate that can kind of Philosophy. They scream on your left ear and they seem to be an earthquake. The aftershocks of their voices are the flashback which keeps on playing on my mind over and over again.

                I wish all my dreams came true, but I keep in mind that nightmares are dreams too.

#MisterMelancholy