Bompertz Schizotopia

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Random Pics lang…

A Prayer Answered

It was the end of January

and the Day of Hearts was dawning

My mind that was tired

and my heart that was bored

felt such emptiness towering

For the merriest day

in the world should come

and I got nothing for myself

to smile on

People would be in red

and flowers would be shared -

yet I am all alone.

 

And so I prayed

to my Best Friend God

with words that freed my soul

I asked Him to give me Someone

to feel that Something I forgotten

And since it seemed I asked too much

I traded Him a little

I said I may not hook that Someone

but at least I would feel that Something.

 

I met Gerlyn.

 

It was hard at first to see

all the signs He wisely set

But I beg His pardon

I knew His trick

I saw the Someone He seemed to pick.

 

I chose Gerlyn.

 

I felt again that Something

which I knew I had forgotten

The smile I longed to show

on the very Day of Hearts

I revealed to the whole wide world.

 

I loved Gerlyn.

But clever was He

For He justified my plea

It was part of His plan I knew

I found it hard

to grasp that Someone

I found it hard

to prove that Something.

 

I lost Gerlyn.

 

So I regret what I once asked

to God, my Best Friend indeed

I really didn’t hook the Someone

though I truly felt the Something

I learned so much, it made me strong

the prayer answered and was taken

The next time I’ll be asking Him

to sense that Something once again

I’ll be wise as He makes His plans

before I would finally say,

“Amen”.

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I Just Heard The Two Words

I just heard the two words -

so let me die

 My heavenly dreams became hellish nightmares

 I woke up to face the bitter reality

 

I just heard the two words -

so let me die

 The vibrant blooms that grow in my heart

 Had withered all of the sudden

 

I just heard the two words -

so let me die

 The music that comforts my miserable life

 Was marred with reverberating questions

 

I just heard the two words -

so let me die

 The cheerful spirit that reigned in me

 Had left my body hopeless and tattered

 

I just heard the two words

She said, “Just friends.”

 O let me die.

 

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When Chocolates Taste Different

Wrappers of choco bars

scatter on my messy bed

The fork I used

for the

Black Forest

slice

lay motionless on the floor

My box of nutty brownies

sits open atop my pillow;

and I don’t know

how many still remains.

 

For tonight I’m eating chocolates

not minding what it may cause

I know why and I know who

I just don’t know when to stop.

 

For the sweetness I am looking

I never found in every bite

The chocolates I’d been eating

are all salty

I know why and I know who

I just don’t know why I can’t stop.

 

For as I savor

every piece I munch

I remember her

I remember how she threw

these same chocolates to me

and was gone

I remember her

neglecting me.

 

For as I gorge

the black foods my eyes see

my tears would freely flow

and blend with what is sweet

and even though the sugar’s more

it’s the salt my tongue can taste.

 

For I know

that chocolates

…won’t be sweeter to me anymore.

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What I Learned in  the Library

As if the world revealed

to me the real meaning

of Beauty when I saw

her face in the gap of

the books in the shelf.

 

And how lucky was I

when she sat just across

the table where I was

pretending to be reading

a thick medical book.

 

Such bizarre phenomenon

did I sense when my heart

beated as fast as I

flipped the pages of what

was in my sweating hands.

 

I glanced at her at

times like I was

copying the features of

her vibrant and lively face

as the glowing summer sun.

 

I smiled to myself like

an idiot for I thought I

went to that place to gain

knowledge but I gained

the greatest feeling instead.

 

I learned to love

 …one day in the library.

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Star of My Diary

Your name is present

almost in every page of

my thick red diary.

February 10 was the date

when you first appeared

in bold capitalized letters.

And since then you brought

light to the bored words

of my lonely existence.

You became the lone star

of the thing I read and

where I write every night.

you were there when

I was laughing at the best

moments of my life and

when I was savoring the stings

of my frustrations. You had been

my silent written companion.

 

I wonder where on these

remaining blank pages shall I

see your name the last time.

 

I wonder when will be

that heart-breaking day.

 

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Enter My Life

The gate of my heart

has long been opened

for you to enter,

walking on a red carpet.

Welcome to my solitary

life that is longing for

the hands of someone

like you. Open the door and

never mind if you get

the rags soiled for your

feet are more precious. Feel

comfortable as you sit

on my warm sofa. Go

on, flip some magazines and

old photographs. You can

turn on the television. Or won’t

you like watching a movie?

What can I offer you?

Juice? Tea? Cola? Wine?

 

 Love?

 

Feel at home.

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The Green Bicycle

I never asked but my

father bought me a

green bicycle when I

was just eight years old.

He insisted for me to

learn driving the vehicle

though I feared to get

some scratches. It was

difficult to balance and

to kick the pedal so as

to travel the length

ff

Diego Street

. My father

grasped at the back of my

seat so it would not be hard.

I was able to drive

at last my new bicycle

with my father controlling

me. The length of Diego

Street seemed so short then.

 

I looked back once and

I knew my father was

no longer guiding me.

 

The green bicycle is now

rusting in the backyard.

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Dad’s Yearbook

Browsing the books in the

Family library one day I

Found an aged book that

Is dated 1982. And when

I flipped its pages I

Realized it was the yearbook

Of my Dad when he

Graduated his college years.

So dusty was it that I

Sneezed a myriad times but

I never quit searching for

My dear father’s picture.

 

There he was.

 

The page itself had turned

Into a looking-glass where

I saw myself from the past

With a long, untidy hair.

 

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Examinations Eve

Quarter of the pages of

my notebook are finished and

the inch-thick photocopies

are waiting in my folder.

The cup of coffee is

not that strong enough to

combat my heavy eyelids

with the clock ticking on

the wall saying it’s already

two in the morning. The

only sounds that I hear

are the silent whispers of

my lips memorizing theories

and the humming of the

ceiling fan busily rotating.

My brain is loaded enough

but I have to compress,

compress…compress… 

 

The morrow’s exam shall judge

how hard I tortured myself.