THE WRITER
Before you adapt wrongly to love for giving your all but taking the fall for all the wrongs; just remember love means sacrifice, and so you didin't get it wrong at all.
... to the one who lost everything to love
A toast to better tomorrows!
We’ll gather around and make jokes out of our painful pasts. We’ll hunt for the little specs of smiles that twinkled through our dark yesterdays; when we used to fog our eyes in tears. We’ll live everyday aiming to put a smile on every sad face; for we know with God our hardships today are the very stories for which we’ll dine together, sip on good wine, hug each other in smiles, share and laugh about tomorrow.
April fool's love
Love is like that deceptive April fools day, when you call me with a fake tear crying that you need me. Knowing there’s a 99.9% chance that you’re lying but I can’t help myself than sacrifice my timing to find you for my heart can’t be dealing with a tiny 0.1% chance that you really needed my attention when my pride stopped me from trying... Then I get to you and find that glittering smile that you wearing starring at me as we hugging, apologizing to me for making a fool out of my caring! It’s OK babe girl, you made a joke out of my fears but to be sincere, I’ll be a fool for you again next year if that’s what it takes to see you beautiful face smiling.
When I let go my insecurities, shed off my clothes to let you merge with my soul, it means privilege, not loss of control, or fear of being alone.
... from the girl whose love you defiled
Come alive
The skies let down their tears, and new lives start to bloom
The dust lifts to the skies leaving that encouraging smell of new beginnings
Let your arms swing wide as your face reaches to the skies
Shut your eyes off the beautiful lights and let your skin caress the gentle winds
Now let yourself go, throw all your will into the careless hands of your feelings
Scream if you want to, run wherever your feet can carry you, roll in the mud if that will make you laugh and drown yourself in this moment
There's nothing wrong with feeling like a kid again.
Let's just get tired of the hard labor prison walled from all fun called 'growing up' and feel alive again.
Let me take you to a moment, where knowledge feels so insecure. When you bow your head to say a prayer, not for you but for a soul that's tipping off its balance real quick. Your faith is shaky but you take every chance in prayer. Here comes your miracle, you can feel life, it's like a cool air in a hot weather, you just feel it. You say that 'thank you' you never thought you'll get to say to God. Then a second fades, a minute follows then it's all quiet. You lose, it's gone, prayer slipped. You screw a silencer on your pain and move on cos you just have to before another glass spills.
... sometimes we lose
The real me
Can I let go your hands and hold on to this lonely child?
Can I trade off your roses to buy food for this homeless man?
Can I miss our anniversary to spend time with this fatherless girl?
Can I stay out late to wander in the world of this street child till I can put a smile on his face?
Can I make you my last priority anytime charity calls on me?
Before you dream me into your fantasies, are you ready to share me with my world?
And does that still make me the kind of man you want to be with?
When it's all said and done
This thing called life
Sometimes we forget what it really means
Sometimes we pretend it's meant to be forever
And we let go all those breath taking moments
Like the perfection in the hands of the fairy responsible for carving the moon
The flawless sight of the fairy responsible for arranging the stars
And most importantly, our role in making the journey of others in this life bearable
Selfishness sweeps like a terrible monsoon
The noise of the city and work becomes that perfect blindfold
And even the times we deceive ourselves we enjoying the moment we actually wasting the moment
So an old man once told me what he likes to be remembered for when he's done with his life; I remember the regret in his eyes
But that made me ask myself the same, and most importantly who I want to remember me when I'm gone
So may I ask you same?
What do you want to be remembered for, and who do you want to remember you when you're gone?
Now the big question; are you living up to your answer?
The gamble
Let's gamble on love
I'll throw in all my heart; if you promise me I ain't dicing on a game of hurts
Throw in anything you want, from selfishness to lust
Watch my heart beat off my shirt
Watch me sweat out my trust in you
Laugh if you want babe; for fear is funny when it's not yours to feel.
When the dice finally settle and you win, you can have all my heart and use it anyway you want
If it settles on me, you can have all you bet with no loses;
But what I need is all your heart on another game; my game, my rules, my play, and that's a game called 'sacrifice.'
Do we have a deal?
