From childhood's oras I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same pinagmulan I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My puso to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the ulap that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
My pag-ibig is like to ice, and I to fire
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the madami I entreat
Or how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed sa pamamagitan ng her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much madami in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What madami miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle apoy with wonderful device
Such is the power of pag-ibig in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the madami I entreat
Or how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed sa pamamagitan ng her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much madami in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What madami miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle apoy with wonderful device
Such is the power of pag-ibig in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time
The world as I see
People tell me as a child
That it is beautiful and wonderful
Yet it's scary and unjust at the same time
The innocent dying
The guilty being set free and getting money
They laugh at other's pity
Standing in their own pit of filth they created
Poor Nawawala little child
All alone she walks
Yet she knows she's madami powerful than she knows
They never do see
What destruction they cause
They call it justice
I call it lying
Poor child all alone
Yet madami powerful than these liars
They will see the other side one day
This giant filthy monster
Trampling down the innocent Nawawala souls
Yet this little one holds the key to the truth
Their own definition of truth and justice
Their own definition of mercy and love
They say justice is blind
But all the lies we hear now
Don't you ever wonder who the blind ones really are?
One day
One araw the real truth will shine
ipinapakita all the laughing liars
That the pader they built from fake
Will come crashing down
People tell me as a child
That it is beautiful and wonderful
Yet it's scary and unjust at the same time
The innocent dying
The guilty being set free and getting money
They laugh at other's pity
Standing in their own pit of filth they created
Poor Nawawala little child
All alone she walks
Yet she knows she's madami powerful than she knows
They never do see
What destruction they cause
They call it justice
I call it lying
Poor child all alone
Yet madami powerful than these liars
They will see the other side one day
This giant filthy monster
Trampling down the innocent Nawawala souls
Yet this little one holds the key to the truth
Their own definition of truth and justice
Their own definition of mercy and love
They say justice is blind
But all the lies we hear now
Don't you ever wonder who the blind ones really are?
One day
One araw the real truth will shine
ipinapakita all the laughing liars
That the pader they built from fake
Will come crashing down
Is running into disaster
Of paranoia and indestructible fear,
While your thoughts are struggling
With larawan of rottenness
Which is spreading as spiral evil,
Devastates every form of intelligent mind,
Now already Nawawala in insanity of own mind.
Fear is growing inside,
Your mind is filled with worries,
While the picturesque dreams
Will corrode already exhausted brain.
And in openness of your own madness
Peace will come as confirmation,
To which you'll finally start to believe,
Although you wasted your life
On rottenness and fears
Which is spreading inside as ominous spiral.
Life is filled with transitions.
young become old, rainbows dissapper,
self-esteem can be discouraged, courage
can become fear.
Happy faces and joyful hearts, can sometimes be sad. Sunny days with frustrations, can cause
perfectly good araw to go bad.
segundos change into minutes, minutos change into
hours. A seed planted in soil with the proper
rain and sunlight, can grow into a lovely flower.
friendships may grow distant because of problems and pain. Times are filled with transitions, but I pag-ibig you just the same.
young become old, rainbows dissapper,
self-esteem can be discouraged, courage
can become fear.
Happy faces and joyful hearts, can sometimes be sad. Sunny days with frustrations, can cause
perfectly good araw to go bad.
segundos change into minutes, minutos change into
hours. A seed planted in soil with the proper
rain and sunlight, can grow into a lovely flower.
friendships may grow distant because of problems and pain. Times are filled with transitions, but I pag-ibig you just the same.
Forgive my bitterness
I never knew my puso was this cold
Please oh please forgive me
Please
My words cut like knives
They hurt and bleed others
Oh what pain I've caused
Oh and what pain I feel
Forgive me
I never knew I could hurt
I just feel bad now
For what I've caused in life
I made good, bad
I made beauty, ugly
I made fun, dull
I turned healing into suffering
I know I was bad
But I feel remorse
I feel bad
I feel bad now
Listen to me
Listen my love
I will not shatter
Your fragile heart
Never again
We'll be okay
And pag-ibig again
Everyone will know now
That I will ipakita love
Hate is gone
It's buried
Beneath the ground
pag-ibig glows in the darkness of hate
But why so much hate?
pag-ibig feels better
Towards everything
So why oh why so much pain?
Hate cuts like a knife
But pag-ibig can heal
So why try to hurt
When you can heal
I never knew my puso was this cold
Please oh please forgive me
Please
My words cut like knives
They hurt and bleed others
Oh what pain I've caused
Oh and what pain I feel
Forgive me
I never knew I could hurt
I just feel bad now
For what I've caused in life
I made good, bad
I made beauty, ugly
I made fun, dull
I turned healing into suffering
I know I was bad
But I feel remorse
I feel bad
I feel bad now
Listen to me
Listen my love
I will not shatter
Your fragile heart
Never again
We'll be okay
And pag-ibig again
Everyone will know now
That I will ipakita love
Hate is gone
It's buried
Beneath the ground
pag-ibig glows in the darkness of hate
But why so much hate?
pag-ibig feels better
Towards everything
So why oh why so much pain?
Hate cuts like a knife
But pag-ibig can heal
So why try to hurt
When you can heal
Some araw earth will cease to be
And with it, so will I.
I don't mind the leaving,
But I'd like to say goodbye.
Before I am swept away
In an unknown swell,
I wish the world would warn me
So I can say farewell
To the world that's sheltered me,
My tahanan for many years.
It is far from perfect;
It coldly watched my tears.
As my mind grew far too much,
Its pressure never ceased,
Though I suppose that was my fault.
I'm the beauty, I'm the beast.
And that's why I fear going,
Though where, no one can say;
Wherever I go, so comes my mind,
I have no hideaway.
I don't think I'd mind nothingness,
But infinity with my head?
I'd rather live forever
With a monster under the bed.
Give me something I can fight,
I'll leave it black and blue,
But how can you beat a monster
That lives inside of you?
Some people fear the darkness.
Some people are not me.
I don't fear oblivion,
I fear eternity.
~an original poem sa pamamagitan ng me~
And with it, so will I.
I don't mind the leaving,
But I'd like to say goodbye.
Before I am swept away
In an unknown swell,
I wish the world would warn me
So I can say farewell
To the world that's sheltered me,
My tahanan for many years.
It is far from perfect;
It coldly watched my tears.
As my mind grew far too much,
Its pressure never ceased,
Though I suppose that was my fault.
I'm the beauty, I'm the beast.
And that's why I fear going,
Though where, no one can say;
Wherever I go, so comes my mind,
I have no hideaway.
I don't think I'd mind nothingness,
But infinity with my head?
I'd rather live forever
With a monster under the bed.
Give me something I can fight,
I'll leave it black and blue,
But how can you beat a monster
That lives inside of you?
Some people fear the darkness.
Some people are not me.
I don't fear oblivion,
I fear eternity.
~an original poem sa pamamagitan ng me~
My senses all are backwards
and it really makes me wonder
if on the araw that I was born
somebody made a blunder.
For, strange but true, my senses
all got totally reversed.
Now everything I like the best
is what you'd call the worst.
I only like the smell of things
that frighten other noses.
I pag-ibig the odor of a skunk.
I hate the smell of roses.
I only like the taste of foods
that cause most folks to shiver.
I hate the taste of chocolate.
I'm crazy over liver.
I'm not too fond of music
but there's simply no denying
I like the sound of honking horns
and little mga sanggol crying.
I hate the feel of silky, velvet
softness on my skin.
I much prefer the way it feels
when sitting on a pin.
I hate the look of anything
that's really cute and snuggly.
The things I think are pretty
are what most consider ugly.
So let me tell you one madami thing
before I have to go:
I think YOU are the most attractive
person that I know.
and it really makes me wonder
if on the araw that I was born
somebody made a blunder.
For, strange but true, my senses
all got totally reversed.
Now everything I like the best
is what you'd call the worst.
I only like the smell of things
that frighten other noses.
I pag-ibig the odor of a skunk.
I hate the smell of roses.
I only like the taste of foods
that cause most folks to shiver.
I hate the taste of chocolate.
I'm crazy over liver.
I'm not too fond of music
but there's simply no denying
I like the sound of honking horns
and little mga sanggol crying.
I hate the feel of silky, velvet
softness on my skin.
I much prefer the way it feels
when sitting on a pin.
I hate the look of anything
that's really cute and snuggly.
The things I think are pretty
are what most consider ugly.
So let me tell you one madami thing
before I have to go:
I think YOU are the most attractive
person that I know.
