I have been trying to talk to you.
But you have not been listening.
Every second of the day, I have been with you.
Yet I am the only one you are ignoring.
Are you scared to listen to what I’m going to say?
Or is it that you consider it useless advice?
You may have had a lot of fun today,
doing so many things that were unwise.
Love surrenders to lust
And you have begun to live a lie.
Do what you do… if you must.
There will be a lot to answer when you die.
Can’t force you to listen to me,
Can’t convince you that I’m right,
But what really amazes me
Is how you manage to sleep at night?
All I can really do
Is keep talking to you
It is time for you to realize
That the only one you are fooling is you.
Not everything can be blamed on fate
So listen…before it’s too late. Written by: JP
Small arrangement by:
She lost her herself on the tress
Among the ever- changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
As stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew towards her light,
The river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life
With the mysteries of the universe
Hidden in her eyes
By: Christy Ann Martine
Is this what I really wanted?
Is this what I wished for?
If what I have is what I desired
Why do I wish for something else
…or something more?
What I wanted to be mine yesterday
Will I still want it tomorrow?
If what dreams comes true today
Will I have a new dream tomorrow?
Do I really want what I think I want?
Will I be happy if and when I get it?
Or is this a fantasy driven by jealousy
Which will end up in me feeling guilty?
When dreams come true
They do not remain dreams anymore
Reality seems to be so ordinary
And that then makes me wish for more
Greed now rules my soul
And even “Everything” is not enough
My dreams will come true
And when they do, I will have no clue
The grapes will always be sour
Happiness…always beyond reach
PS: I will post some of his writings for the mean time. He gave it to me and shows some of his poetries. He doesn’t want to be mentioned so I put his initial name. I wasn’t able to write anything since I’m in a healing process but I will still try to write again as I promised on my previous blog.
Thanks for reading.
Jenny G. ♥
I was happy that day that I wrote it on my diary
Telling all the stories about you and me
How you are being so nice and sweet everyday.
Hmm… I remember something
Everything was written in blue ink
It was like a story telling…
“First page where everything started. On how we first met, on how we have been together. On how we thought that we are perfect for each other. It was like a fairy tale, full of love and laughter…”
But at the time passes by …
all the following pages rapidly vanished
Words become dark and blurry
I cannot read it clearly
Tears started to fall
I wanted to read it once more
Just to remember everything
Even If I will be in pain…
After all, the happiness that I had was just a dream
It was only just a dream
that separate me from pain
A dream written down like a story
A made up story that was written
in my lost diary.