March 16th, 2009 by angel-lhika

          “Will you stop blaming yourself!”, she helplessly asked between sobs.

          There she was at the corner of the room. She tried to collect all her strength and watched him cried while he slowly wished for death. She was mad and dejected. She badly wanted to touch the man but she could only stare at him.

          “Please, stop blaming yourself. It’s not your fault… please!”, she cried. But the man ignored her, as he was lost in blinding agony. He breathed only to summon death. He found no reason to continue living. He wanted the world to crash all around him. He was lost in misery and he desired the end. He lied crying in the middle of his room, devastated. He desparately tried to make sense at the events that has just transpired; events that had suddenly decided his fate. His room was disarray for he threw and crashed everything just to release the pain. All he knew is that it’s his entire fault.

          She saw everything, yet, she could do nothing. She wanted to comfort and assure him tat it wasn’t his fault. And in her horror, she saw him slowly stole his life and put an end to it. She anguishly screamed. She frantically tried to stop him but she couldn’t grab him. She tried so hard to impede what will happen but everytime she tried, she only found herself clawing through the air. She waited and cried and whimpered and begged him to stop but it was too late. She approached him as he lay lifeless on the floor bathed on his own blood. Then suddenly, someone hugged her from her back. She turned around and saw his glowing face.

          “Why did you do it? Why did you follow me?”, she painfully asked.

          He smiled and answered, “To be with you”.

June 2nd, 2008 by angel-lhika

He’s now letting me fly away and enjoy the beauty of the world. But he doesn’t know that I’d rather lose my wings and be his possession than be released and blindly explore the vastness of the earth. Freedom may offer me the mountains, the rivers, or the islands, but they dont really make me happy and satisfied. For in my soul, i know what i long for. I am sure in myself that contentment lies in him, and his desire to keep me with him would be the greatest fulfillment that nothing in the world out there could give.
He feels guilty for what he has done to me. And now that I am finally given the liberty he thinks I deserve, he’s expecting me to glide and glee.
I stopped, water blurring my eyes as I give one last look. He is silent and expressionless. After a moment, I turn away, face the horizon, flap my wings and bid goodbye in my thoughts that never turn into words.
- Hello, Lonely Land

i miss you

December 3rd, 2007 by angel-lhika

i woke up this morning and listened,

i listened for our early morning home life buzz,

listened for the sound of your voice,

your voice gently whispering and humming,

humming words of love to me.

and i woke up this morning,

but heard nothing,

nothing familiar, nothing i know,

nothing i know now but a true pain,

a true pain flowing through my body and soul,

for i will not hear you, i will not see you,

you all who gave me warmth,

who shared food and laughter,

you who gave me life,

life today forever changed,

changed into loneliness,

loneliness and fear,

fear with none of you,

you were everything to me, i miss you,

miss you every moment of the day,

day in and day out,

out of tears i sit awake and carefully listen,

listen for you… in case… just in case…

how i miss you…

December 3rd, 2007 by angel-lhika

My eyes can lie with the things around me

Like a good actress playing different role in life

It may seem easy for the people who don’t know me

But they don’t know how I struggle for this fight

I’m battling with things I never even knew

Fighting for something I don’t know

Is it just me?

I float like a balloon in the air

Floating and just waiting for its gas to run out

Like my heart grasping for air to breath

I want to see a direction

I don’t want to left hanging in the air

im a FAKE!

December 3rd, 2007 by angel-lhika

Don’t be fooled by the face I wear.

For I wear a mask, I wear a thousand masks.

Masks that I’m afraid to take off,

And none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me.

But don’t be fooled, for God’s sake, don’t be fooled.

I gave you the impression that I’m secure, that all is sunny and unruffled
with me, within as well as without; that confidence is my name and coolness is
my game; that the weather’s calm and I’m in command, and that I need no one.

My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask.

Beneath lies no smugness, no complacence. Beneath dwells the real me in
confusion, in fear, in aloneness.

But I hide this.

I don’t want anybody to know it

I panic at the thought of my weakness and my fear of being exposed. That’s
why I frantically create a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant, sophisticated
facade to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation. And I know it. That is, if it’s
followed by acceptance, if it’s followed by love.

It is the only thing that can liberate me from myself, from my own self-built
prison walls, from the barriers that I so painstakingly erect. It’s the only
thing that assures me of what I can’t assure myself, that I’m just no good, and
that you’ll see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game, with a facade of assurance
without, and a trembling child within. And so begins the parade of masks. And my
life becomes a front. I idly chatter to you in swage tones of surface talk. I
tell you everything that’s really nothing, and nothing of what’s crying within
me. So when I’m going through the routine, don’t be fooled by what I’m saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not saying, what I’d like to be
able to say, what for survival I need to say, but which I can’t say.

I dislike hiding. Honestly!

I dislike the superficial game I’m playing, the

Superficial phony game. I’d really like to be genuine and spontaneous and
ME.

the one that got away…

November 13th, 2007 by angel-lhika

In your life, you’ll make note of a lot of people. Ones with whom you shared something special, ones who will always mean something. There’s the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you lost your virginity to, the one you put on a pedestal, the one you’re with … and the one that got away.

Who is the one that got away? I guess it’s that person with who everything was great, everything was perfect, but the timing was just wrong. There was no fault in the person, there was no flaw in the chemistry, but the cards just didn’t fall the right way, I suppose.

I believe in the fact that ending up with someone, finding a longtime partner that is, does not lie merely in the other person. I can actually argue that an equal part, or maybe even the greater part, has to do with the matter of timing. It has to do with you being ready to settle down and commit to someone in a way that goes beyond the little niceties of giddy romance.

How often have you gone through it without even realizing it? When you’re not ready to commit in that mature manner, it doesn’t matter who you’re with, it just doesn’t work. Small problems become big; inconsequentials become dealbreakers simply because you’re not ready and it shows. It’s not that you and the person you’re with are no good; it’s just that it’s not yet right, and little things become the flashpoint of that fact.

Then one day you’re ready. You really are. And when this happens you’ll be ready to settle down with someone. He or she may not be the most perfect, they might not be the brightest star of romance to ever have burned in your life, but it’ll work because you’re ready. It’ll work because it’s the right time and you’ll make it work. And it’ll make sense, it really will.

So that day comes when you’re finally making sense of things, and you find yourself to be a different person. Things are different, your approach is different, you finally understand who you are and what you want, and you’ve become ready because the time has truly arrived. And mind you, there’s no telling when this day will come. Hopefully you’re single but you could be in a long-term relationship, you could be married with three kids, it doesn’t matter. All you know is that you’ve changed, and for some reason, the one that got away, is the first person you think about.

You’ll think about them because you’ll wonder, "What if they were here today?" You’ll wonder, "What if we were together now, with me as I am and not as I was?" That’s what the one that got away is. The biggest "What if?" you’ll have in your life.

If you’re married, you’ll just have to accept the fact that the one that got away, got away. Believe me, no matter how fairy tale you think your marriage is, this can happen to the best of us. But hopefully you’re mature enough to realize that you’re already with the one you’re with and this is just another test of your commitment, one which will just strengthen your marriage when you get past it. Sure, you’ll think about him/her every so often, but it’s alright. It’s never nice to live with a "might have been," but it happens.

Maybe the one that got away is the one who’s already married. In which case it’s the same thing. You just have to accept and know that your memories of that person will probably bring a nice little smile to your lips in the future when you’re old and gray and reminiscing.

But if neither of that is the case, then it’s different. What do you do if it’s not yet too late? Simple … find him, find her. Because the very existence of a "one that got away" means that you’ll always wonder, what if you got that one?

Ask him out to coffee, ask her out to a movie, it doesn’t matter if you’ve dropped in from out of nowhere. You’d be surprised, you just might be "the one that got away" as well for the person who is your "the one that got away". .

inside of me

September 22nd, 2007 by angel-lhika

If you could see inside my soul
see inside my heart
you would know how I long for you
whenever we’re apart

If you could see inside my head
if thoughts were things to see
you would know how I cherish you
how much you mean to me

In all the ways you comfort me
the way you hold me near
the way you know just what to do
to chase away my fear

The sparkle in your beautiful eyes
your smile, laugh, your touch
are just a few of many reasons
I love you oh so much

Knowing I can talk to you
about any and everything
and knowing together we will get
through whatever life may bring

I could search the whole world over
and this I know is true
I would never find another love
like the love I found with you

Though with each new day, each sunrise
we can’t know what’s in store
there is one thing I know for sure
each day I love you more

So if you could see inside my head
if thoughts were things to see
you would know I blessed I feel
to have you here with me

Suicide

July 22nd, 2007 by angel-lhika

My mind was swimming
Into the sea of ideas
Trying to catch a tale to be told
A beauty that is meant to behold

Surrendering to a deep fathom
Inhaling air of mystery and reality
Depicting what’s true and what’s not
I gyrate against terse and brevity

Chasing words after words
Scrambling and jiggling
Listening to a voice only my ears could hear
An arrangement of thoughts
That is meant to be shared

Then the blank paper was filled
Wonders of me through it I sealed
A poem that was made in the dead of the night
Author’s nowhere in sight…
Nowhere in sight…

Disengage

June 19th, 2007 by angel-lhika

A snoring pig in the snooze room

Ask me when will Orlando bloom

The evasive witch grabs her broom

Up in the moon-lit sky zoom zoom.

Something inside we all can’t see

A good faker makes us agree

Sugar-coated words says you’re free

Deep inside, a heart that’s weary.

Hi, how may i help you today?

I understand, that’s what I say

You want him back, and so you pray

Let it flow, let it go, i say.

You’re free to go out of the cage

Honey, it’s time to turn the page

Your new show needs a better stage

His guilt is not yours… Disengage.

Dreamin’ for Tomorrow

June 17th, 2007 by angel-lhika

The sun sets behind the clouds

and everything turns into grey

Only the smooth anguish song of silence

whispers into the wilderness.

As the leaves sways into the beat of the crying music

I can hear nothing, feel nothing

I’m floating, I’m flying

But I’m just standing still.

I wanna touch the moon

I wanna dance like the wind

I wanna sail into the ocean

‘Til i find the light again.

But heaven forbids

No star to light my way

For the darkness rules over everything

Leaving me lost and astray.

The sun sets, the sun rise

But in my world, morning is a dream away

I can only look back at yesterday

Coz’ there’s no tomorrow to look forward to.