Shall never Surrender

The time has come and so have I
I'll laugh last cause you came to die
The damage done~the pain subsides
And I can see the fear clear when I look in your eye.
~
I never kneel and I'll never rest
You can tear the heart from my chest
I'll make you see what I do best,
I'll succeed as you breathe your very last breath.
~
Now I know how the angel fell
I know the tale and I know it too well
I'll make you wish you had a soul to sell
When I strike you down and send you straight to hell
~
My army comes from deep within
Beneath my soul--beneath my skin
As you're ending, I'm about to begin
My strength~His bane~and I will never give in.
~
I'll tell you now I'm the one to survive
You never break my faith or my stride
I'll have you choke on your own demise
I make the angel scream, and the devil cry

*ok ung first part, gang dun lng hehe

Quiescent

its late afternoon. the office feels dull at this time especially without the others around to make it more lively. only a few of us are here. just been browsing stuffs in the net for quite a while now. been reading manga, too bad the one im reading is still ongoing and im at its latest chapter already. tried to browse for the next one that ill add to the list of my manga im currently reading but didnt find one of my interest at the moment.so then i shifted back to programming trying to study something different. for just a couple of minutes i stopped. i dont like to think anymore. i looked at the other two to see what they were doing but they seem busy. oh well back to browsing then laid my head back on the chair. after a couple of minutes everythings fading slowly. tried to stay awake by drinking water and walking around. but to no avail it didnt work. so i gave in, plugged the earphones and let everything fade into darkness.

An Angel of the Past

It was already evening. Preparing to go home got to call it a day. Been busy lately because of work (as usual). (another reason)and so that i could go home and play the game that i was addicted to(Devil may Cry >:) ). packed my laptop and waiting for my friends to finish their game of poker. as i watch their game it was kinda fun, playing mind games with your opponent. and when they're finally done got my phone and plugged the earphones. of course YUI's on the playlist (:D). walking to where the place we ride to go home. saw a familiar face but im not sure if it was really her. as she was drawing near to me, i still couldnt tell if it was really her. her appearance looks different she has long hair now and from the memories i had, i had that image of her also, coz i was used to it short. i dont know if it was her but still i felt that she was her. then when she was almost in front of me then passing me by, the reaction she made was the same by the person i thought of. memories came rushing in, then i suddenly looked back at her to really really confirm it. she was walking to fast to avoid me so i couldnt tell.(i dont know if it was really to avoid me. these are assumptions because i dont know.) hmmm ..it was then, just then that i realized that she has the same eyes like mine.

then i thought

("our paths crossed. and now we're walking opposite directions. im really glad our paths intersected.")
"i dont mind and i dont care now.( plain blank devilish grin)" mumbling to myself.

sighs

"i hate myself."

smiles

Blue

A little kid was seen sitting at the middle of a field. Grass was the only thing that could be seen on that field. He just sat there alone. Quiet and emotionless. He was just staring at nothing, nothing at all. Then he dropped on his back and looked towards the sky. He looked towards the sky trying to find the end. But he could see no bound. He then sighed and said.

“ Blue... “

There was not a cloud in sight. Blue as far as the eye could see. That moment just stood still. Nothing else moved. Occasionally he breathed and his heart beat slowly. Alone, the little kid just kept staring at the vastness of the sky. Slowly then he hummed a tune. A song that would be heard by all.

Let me say the words / That longed to break away / even though just for a while / I hope I touched your life / Time is not on my side / Stranded time and again / Choices are now gone / Fleeing the moment still / As I look around I try to live and feel / I shed a tear for all regrets / For that is all I have / Regrets that wound my heart / Memories that haunts my mind / The dance has ended / The song has passed / Just like me they’ll just be your past / A distant voice calls my name / As I sing this Soldiers poem / Echoing through my soul / I came from nothing only to return once more / This shall me my last poem / This shall be my last song / To extend my arms to you / For you to hear my words / For one more day I’d give it all / I’d give it all away / I’d take back all the days / Leaving our mistakes
I’ve been chasing a dream all my life / And that is all that I regret / Not saying the words you longed to hear / Succumbing to my own fears / Hiding from the truth / Now it might be too late / To say that I Love You / My dream is all around / I can’t even hold you now / I look at an old photograph / To feel you lips / Your eyes / Your smile / But not even love can change this day / Nothing can change our faith / And as I die all alone / No one will ever hear this song / Frozen inside and out / I never got to hear your voice / Say those blissful words / That when I say I love you / You’ll say you love me too / Now I say my last goodbye / I say these final words / This Soldiers Prayer is my last goodbye / Before I close my eyes / This Soldiers Prayer is my last goodbye / Before I leave this world //

“ Do you even know what the song means? ”

A faint voice spoke to the boy. But still he remained unfazed. He just stood there still and sighed. He could hear the other person walk slowly towards him and then sat beside him. He took a glance at the person on his side and then looked towards the sky again.

“ It’s still blue... ”

“ Which one? ”

The person beside him then stared at him for a few moments and gave a puzzled look. The person saw how focused the boy was with what he was looking at and the person stared at the same direction.

“ The sky... It’s still blue... ”

Empty

He then sat on the cold steel and leaned against the cold brick walls. He then looked up towards the sky and stared at the starless sky.

“ Even the stars are against me... ”

Not a star could be seen that night. He decided to go out. He left all the doors open, figuring that nobody would have any interest on anything inside he just left. He walked around town as usual. He saw bright lights emanating from the different buildings and shops. He saw many people walking around. In his direction and against. He just looked at them, a glance or just plain staring at them. He saw couples, children’s, families, friends, he saw every conceivable type of person there was in the crowd of normal people. One thing he didn't see was someone like him.

“ They’re still dead... ”

In the midst of the crowds of people he just kept passing them, he kept walking against them, and with them. Until there were no more to see. He reached the edge of their town where a grassy field used to be. Now only patches of green was seen. He then rested himself against the soft land beneath him He stared at the still starless sky and just allowed himself to be eaten by the solitude surrounding him. He lost all cares to the world.

He just stared at the sky. Dark and starless. It was just empty, much like the feeling inside of him. He was empty. An emotionless shell, much like the starless sky. Confusion and unknown much like the cloudy night. But unknown to him, a small ember was still burning inside his heart. A small flame that kept lit the night. He might not know it yet but surely a small fire still burned inside of him. He just rested there and hummed himself to sleep.

Conversation

im with a friend discussing about stuffs
tas ang biglang banat...

friend: andito ka pa pla?!
g7: hinihintay ko na lang matapos ung dinownload ko.. >:)

friend: buti na lng andyan ka pa.. patulong sana ako sa query
g7: di ko kaya yan..

friend: simple lng ito.. promise madali lng
g7: (yang ganyang banat ang ayaw ko eh) sige patingin na lng
kung may maitutulong ako

friend: (opens laptop) (loading...)

friend: ansaya pala sa palawan
(shows pictures of the place and places she went to)

g7: ganda naman ng lugar!! kailan ung punta mo?
friend: nung january ung first two weeks na wala ako.

g7: kaya pala..

friend: (shows more of the images)
g7: (fascinated about pretty much everything)

(after everything was shown)

(at last, to the point, gusto ko ng umuwi)

friend: ay eto pala ung query, pasenxa tumagal pa na excite lng kasi ako
g7: ok lng (actually hindi >:) ).. ang ganda nga nung lugar
sana ako din hehe..

friend: (gives the details about the prob)
g7: sige test lng ako

(haayyy madali nga lng :((,. 8 na d pa ako nakakauwi,. (pde namang sabihin bukas na lang)
pero tinapos ko parin (andaming reklamo tatapusin din pala) )

(pero habang ginagawa ko)

friend: sorry,. lam ko hindi ka pa kumakain, bili lng ako saglit ng makakain
g7: wag na patapos na ako.. (joke lng,nahiya pa ang ungas :)) ) (pde ung mabubusog ako >:) )

(pagbalik)

friend: kain muna..
g7: yan ok na sya., ganyan ung output, tama?

friend: ang galing naman, salamat ha..
g7: wala nga akong ginawa, tinignan ko lng (pahumble moves)

(pagkatapos kumain)
friend: may tanung lng ako?
g7: anu un?

friend: naisip ko lng, lagi kitang nakikitang tumatawa, mukang masaya
tas ang positive lagi ng tingin mo..(pause) pero "how come your eyes look
cold"

g7: (smiles)
g7: may tissue ka, dumugo ilong ko, english eh.. hehehe


* di ko inaasahan un ah.. :)

Writing Poems (Helpful Hints)

1. Know Your Goal

If you don't know where you're going, how can you
get there? You need to know what you are trying to accomplish before you begin any project. Writing a poem is no exception. Before you begin, ask yourself what you want your poem to "do." Do you want your poem to describe an event in your life, protest a
social injustice, or describe the beauty of nature?
Once your know the goal of your poem, you can conform your writing to that goal. Take each main element in your poem and make it serve the main purpose of the poem.

2. Use Images

"BE A PAINTER IN WORDS," says UWEC English professor emerita, poet, and song writer Peg Lauber. She says poetry should stimulate six senses: sight, hearing, smell, touch, taste and kinesiology (motion).

3. Avoid Clichés

Stephen Minot defines a cliché as: "A metaphor or simile that has become so familiar from overuse that the vehicle....no longer contributes any meaning whatever to the
tenor. It provides neither the vividness of a fresh metaphor nor the strength of a single unmodified word…The word is also used to describe overused but nonmetaphorical expressions such as 'tried and true' and 'each and every" Three Genres: The Writing
of Poetry, Fiction and Drama, 405).

Cliché also describes other overused literary elements. "Familiar plot patterns and stock characters are clichés on a big scale" (Minot 148). Clichés can be overused themes, character types, or plots. For example, the "Lone Ranger" cowboy is a cliché because it has been used so many times that people no longer find it original.

A work full of clichés is like a plate of old food: unappetizing.

Clichés work against original communication. People value creative talent. They want
to see work that rises above the norm. When they see a work without clichés, they
know the writer has worked his or her tail off, doing whatever it takes to be original. When they see a work full to the brim with clichés, they feel that the writer is not show-
ing them anything above the ordinary. (In case you hadn't noticed, this paragraph is chock full of clichés... I'll bet you were bored to tears.)

Clichés dull meaning. Because clichéd writing sounds so familiar, people can comp-
lete finish whole lines without even reading them. If they don't bother to read your
poem, they certainly won't stop to think about it. If they do not stop to think about your poem, they will never encounter the deeper meanings that mark the work of an acco-
mplished poet.

4. Avoid Sentimentality

Sentimentality is "dominated by a blunt appeal to the emotions of pity and love...Popu-
lar subjects are puppies, grandparents, and young lovers" (Minot 416). "When readers have the feeling that emotions like rage or indignation have been pushed artificially for their own sake, they will not take the poem seriously" (132).

Minot says that the problem with sentimentality is that it detracts from the literary quality of your work (416). If your poetry is mushy or teary-eyed, your readers may openly rebel against your effort to invoke emotional response in them. If that happens, they will stop thinking about the issues you want to raise, and will instead spend their energy trying
to control their own gag reflex.

5. Communicate Theme

Poetry always has a theme. Theme is not just a topic, but an idea with an opinion.

Topic: "The Vietnam War"

This is not a theme. It is only a subject. It is just an event. There are no ideas, opinions, or statements about life or of wisdom contained in this sentence.

Theme: "History shows that despite our claims to be peace-loving, unfortunately each person secretly dreams of gaining glory through conflict."

This is a theme. It is not just an event, but a statement about an event. It shows what
the poet thinks about the event. The poet strives to show the reader his/her theme during the entire poem, making use of literary techniques.

*courtesy of http://www.originalpoetry.com/?en=mail
hmmm.. i think i never followed this hints though hehehe..
as long as i could write one, my purpose was to never amuse my readers anyway.. :D