Saddest Poem

Readers, I would like you to meet Pablo Neruda.

One of the greatest poets I've ever known. 'Nuff said.

So, here's a sample poem from him. This poem is one of my faves from his collection. I hope you can have time to read the works of this Chilean extraordinaire!~

Saddest Poem
by Pablo Neruda
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.


Source: http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/pablo_neruda/poems

Hope you'll love him too! >:D< :3

48.

Tapos na eh. Ba't kailangan pang balikan?

Hindi ka ba nakuntento sa mahigit na anim na buwang pagkabaliw ko sa'yo dati? O sadyang nananadya ka lang? Ba't ang hirap kalimutan ng matamis nating kahapon? Ni hindi nga naging tayo eh. Ni hindi nga MU. Ano nga ba tayo? At meron nga bang tayo? O baka naman, 'Ako', 'ikaw' at 'siya' ang totoong realidad? Nahihibang lang ba talaga ako? O talagang pinaasa mo lang ako?

Oo,nagpakaloka-loka ako para sa'yo. Hindi mo nga pansin eh. Buti na lang. Buti na lang,di mo ramdam. Buti na lang,manhid ka. Buti na lang, di mo nakita. Di mo nakita ang labis na pagtangis ng puso ko sa bawat kuwento mo at tawang laan para sa iba. Di ka natuluan ng mga luha kong kay pait. Di mo narinig ang panaghoy kong nagsasabing,'Tama na,puwede ba, wag mo na akong paibigin pa.' Wala. Ganyan ka naman eh. Napapansin mo lang ako tuwing kasiyahan at halakhakan. Nagtataka nga ako kung ba't ikaw ang pinakamatalik kong kaibigan. Eh, wala ka naman noong gusto kong
magpasalo sa'yo.

Paano nga ba nagsimula? Paano mo nga ba inangkin ang buong mundo ko? Kailan mo ba pinagharian ang puso ko? Ewan. Ewan. Wag mo kong tanungin kasi di ko rin alam. Bigla na lamang noong isang malamig na umaga ng Biyernes, natanto ko na iba na pala ang tingin ko sa'yo. Pagtinitingnan kita mula sa bintana ng iyong silid-aralan, naiisip ko kung gaano palatayo kalayo sa isa't-isa. Parang napaka-lapit na natin, ngunit di ko magawang sabihin ang totoo kong nararamdaman. Ang sakit pala. Akala ko'y ang pag-ibig ay isang damdaming puno ng saya at magagandang karanasan. Isang emosyon kung
saan ang isang tao'y nakakalipad dahil nahanap na niya ang kabiyak ng kanyang pakpak sa taong ninanais niya. Mali pala ako. May lungkot, sakit at pighati rin pala ang pag-ibig. At dahil doon, binago mo ang pananaw ko sa pagmamahal. Bakit? Hindi ka pala laging nakakalipad. Pag sinubukan mo palang lumipad gamit ang pakpak ng taong mahal mo ngunit di para sa'yo, mas lalo ka palang babagsak. Babagsak ka hanggang sa ninanais mo na sana, di mo na lang sinubukan. Sana, di ka na lang umasa. Sana, di ka na lang nagpakatanga. Pero, alam mo kung anong mas nakakainis doon?Yung puntong bumabagsak ka na nga eh, nagdadasal ka pa na sana masasagip ka pa niya. Sa huli, wala rin. Walang dumating. Ang sakit. Pinagbagsakan ka na nga na langit at lupa, hayan, asa ka pa rin ng asa. Ganyan ang nangyari,Parekoy. Napakalaki ko talagang tanga.

Eto na naman tayo. Hinawakan mo na naman ang kamay kong napakalamig na parang sa patay. Kinamusta mo ang Summer ko sa Italya. Nagkuwento naman ang loka. Tumawa ka sa mga pinagsasabi ko. Poot! Poot! Colegio de San Isidro. Pagkababa'y binitawan mo ang aking mga palad.

"Ingat ka, Deidre ah? Alam mo namang mahal na mahal ko ang Marekoy ko eh." Hinawakan mo pa ang buhok ko at ngumiti ng kay pait at kay tamis.

"Ah sige. Ingat ka rin, Michael."

Tumalikod ka at nagpunta sa tabi ng babaeng tunay na nagmamay-ari ng puso mo. Isang patak na naman ng luha ang nahulog mula sa aking mga mata. Aba'y pang-apatnapu't walong luha na to ah.

Ring! Ring!

Hinga, Deidre, hinga. Balang araw, makakalimutan mo rin siya.

-- Haha. A Tagalog story written by yours truly. :D

When you combine Lollipops, crispy chicken fillet and rechargeable hopes, what do you get? SPAZZING,

SHFWGKJDFBA;DKUIFHU;.


What an incomprehensible thought/sentence/phrase, isn't it? Well, dears, that's what you call, ALIEN TALK BOREDOM SPAZZING. What is spazzing, anyway?

Spazzing - v. A sudden outburst of mixed feelings combined with a giddy happiness.

Well, that's according to me. =)) So don't believe that meaning. KIDD. Spazz, according to one of those inaccurate online dictionaries, spazz means to be clumsy or inept Well, at least it got one of the many definitions of spazz. Why am I talking about this crap? Well, because I AM CLUMSILY SPAZZING. (LOL. Waddaheeell am I thinking? =)) )I am feeling an inward outburst of fangirling for BigBang and Super Junior. :"> =)))

Yes, I am a fan of Kpop but I ONLY admire it. I do not OBSESS over it. I just like how catchy the tunes are and how they make their awesome vids. Seriously, they're great! :> =D> Here, watch this vid:



I almost cried at that vid. Oh so touching. :"> But of course, I love my OPM more than Kpop. Love your own, right? :)) And it is just not that, I like some of our local bands like Hale than some Kpop artists. (Actually, I LOVE HALE!) Well, that's just my opinion!

I love you guys! ;) Till I write again. Here's a vid of my most fave song from Hale, Broken Sonnet:



-- Chel

In this Course of Time

LOL. This poem is dedicated to my dearest sister. I love you! :* >:D<

You are now free.
Your cage has been opened.
You can spread your wings now.
There is no turning back.

Before you leave and make your own nest,
Before you decide on your own,
Before you dance and sing to the world,
I plea you to listen.

My dearest sister, you are beautiful.
In every way, in and out.
No matter how low you deem yourself,
To me, you are beautiful.

You are one of those little girls
Who played no dolls, but mingled with robots.
When we were kids, I often wondered if you're normal.
Now, I know, I'm wrong. You are unique.

To the nights you spend comforting me,
I appreciate each scold and advice you gave.
At a mere two years of age,
You became my second mom.

I'm grateful for the things that you gave me.
Much more, for the times you give up something for me.
Thank you, for being my security blanket.
You are my secret-keeper.

Though we fought because of silly reasons,
You still manage to show me,
That you are worth-respecting.
I'm sure your friends can see that too.

I watched you walked, jumped, tripped and get up.
You cried, smiled and got angry.
It just seemed yesterday when you taught me 1, 2, 3.
Now, you showed me how one could live her life to the fullest.

Those seventeen years may have passed so quickly,
Yet you remained to be the beautiful person you've always been.
In this course of time, you deserve this tribute.
A celebration of a life worth-living.

Fly high, dear sister.
Soar through the blue skies.
Spread your wings and feel the air.
Happy birthday.

Moment of Truth.

I like you.
I like how you make me chuckle.
I appreciate the ways you do to make me feel special.
You are like the lamppost on the corner street.

I like you.
I am glad that you share stories with me.
You are a one talented raconteur
So much, you even told the story of my love life.

I like you.
I love reading your text messages.
I feel jocund while chatting with you.
I even keep and save some of your texts in my cellphone.

I like you.
For all that you are.
Even for that occasional grim mood.
I'd still manage to smile for you.

I like you.
I love to watch you stir your coffee,
Or the way you brush your hair with your hands.
I fall deeper at the sight of your eyes.

I like you.
I love how you manage to force a smirk from me
When I'm in for my worst days.
You'd always mention those corny and cheesy jokes.

I like you.
Though we fought about the silliest things.
Though, at times, we missed out on each other.
You'd still manage to come back to me.

I like you.
No, I'm not asking you to like me back.
Just let me feel this curious feeling.
And believe me, I'll be happy 'cause,

I like you.

I'm Yours.

Hello there.

I'm about to compose a letter to someone. Hahaha. :)

Dear ___________,

I know you're not okay; though you smile, though you laugh, though you seem pretty much alright. I see your eyes hide the sadness you kept for two weeks. I saw how you struggled to laugh with his best friend, how you enjoyed the temporary attention he gave you in every text message he sends you and how you swallowed every disappointment each night. But dear, you don't have to hold everything in. You gotta let it all out. I'm here. I know you are hurting. Didn't you think I noticed every hesitation you made whenever someone will talk about him? Didn't you think I observed that in every conversation you have with your other friends, something will always make you remind of him? My dearest friend, I'm here. You can shout it all. Say, you're jealous of his love, then say it! SAY IT ALL! You don't have to pretend anymore. I'm your safe haven. You can unload all that crap upon my shoulders. You can cry all the tears that you want to cry. Why? 'Cause I care. I care. You can shed all that armor. You can show me your vulnerable side. I won't judge you. I know more than to judge you. I know you fought that feelings, you sided with your logical side and you tried not to fall for him.

Right now, the hurt is piercing you. You realized what was to be realized. You said that you ready to accept the fact that from the start, his affections were never yours. Then, you asked me, 'But how can you move on, when the people close to you constantly reminding you of your unfortunate demise? How can you forget someone you hold feelings for such a long time? How can you possibly stay away from him when only him can make you happy with just one 'hello?' Dear, I have a admission to make. I don't know too. I don't know how to. Every logical side of me says to act like he never existed. But I know dear, you can't handle that pain again. You experienced too much. YET, you have to do it. YOU HAVE TO MOVE ON. GO FORWARD. LET GO OF THE PAST. Cherish the future.

Somewhere, he is there. The right one. Your other half. You just have to wait. You have to get rid of all that burden, so when the time comes, you'll be ready again. Don't regret that you once had a feeling for him. There must be a reason why it happened that way.

Your friend,

____________

The Homogenous Mixture of Romance, If Only and Vanessa Carlton's Ordinary Day.

Hello everyone! I'm Chel, 15, from the alien planet of Krakatoa

How do you say "Welcome to my Blog" when in the first place, you made this blog just so you can express your thoughts as privately and as freely as possible without any one of the people you know read it? I know, I know. I'm a fool. I mean, why will you write your thoughts on a site which can be potentially viewed by those same people? Want to know why?

Because I'd like to them to read this blog SOMEDAY ,not now.

I fully understand why you are picturing me as a psychomaniac girl who has got nothing to do but bore people by engaging them to understand her through her -tadaaaa!- blog. Believe me, I'm not far from your imagination. Just erase the thought of me, trying to let you understand me. Why? It is because I didn't create this blog to let people study the art of 'me, myself and I, Chel edition'. What I really wanted (I know, I'm confusing you. I can totally relate, because I'm confusing myself too.) is just to MAKE SOME SENSE in my head. I want to 'channel my inner energy' (Eww, I talk like a beard-o yoda-like yoga instructor) and be myself, be my REAL self, even for just a moment. I want to let go of all the little pretensions I put up. Yeah, yeah.

Oh, don't worry. I'm not suicidal. I'm just a little emo-ish, but not to the point that I don't recognize other colors other than black. In fact, my favorite color is brown (Wow, what am I trying to prove?). Ha-ha-ha. I have a happy, little family of four, I have adorable cousins and relatives and I have the craziest and the most idiosyncratic (Woah, deep word!) friends. So what's my problem?

I can't express my emotions.

Anyhows, I'm not gonna mope around here. Sorry for the sucky introduction. I know I suck, but I rule. There's nothing that you can do about it. So, deal with it.

-- gossip girl Choo-choopups girl Chel

P.S. Oh, before I forget, Colbie Caillat and Vanessa Carlton top my playlist and I like some hot fudge sundae for dinner. Please tell this (the hot fudge) to my mom, if ever you have a contact with her. Thaaaaaanks.