Chapter 2: Mother's love
Her blue eyes, bright and full of hope glow in
the darkness of broken dreams.
Gwenny was her name.
Hope that is left among these dreams that lived in Jack's eyes.
Father's puso was full, though.
Life of whom he dreamed now begins to fade,
though dreams still live within.
Captured inside, locked up and condemned to oblivion.
Dana, mother, happy and peaceful takes her
baby, embracing her gentle and cuddling.
Mother's puso was full.
Gwenny was beautiful baby, her skin was so soft and white, eyes so bright.
Baby was peaceful when her mother was near.
Mother's pag-ibig has always been the strongest one.
The both parents were happy, enjoying in every smile that Gwenny gave.
Nights were long, though.
Past days, dreams that seem to be so distant
and impossible torture Jack's mind.
Life he lives is not the life he dreamed of.
Regardless of all that, he was happy, but not peaceful.
In the room he is, sounds are noisy, as if the walls whisper, as if the wind talks.
But, the melody of wind itself is not like a lullaby, it's madami like restless thoughts that circle
around the head.
Nights were cruel, sleepless.
Only thoughts were awoken, everything else was quiet.
Her blue eyes, bright and full of hope glow in
the darkness of broken dreams.
Gwenny was her name.
Hope that is left among these dreams that lived in Jack's eyes.
Father's puso was full, though.
Life of whom he dreamed now begins to fade,
though dreams still live within.
Captured inside, locked up and condemned to oblivion.
Dana, mother, happy and peaceful takes her
baby, embracing her gentle and cuddling.
Mother's puso was full.
Gwenny was beautiful baby, her skin was so soft and white, eyes so bright.
Baby was peaceful when her mother was near.
Mother's pag-ibig has always been the strongest one.
The both parents were happy, enjoying in every smile that Gwenny gave.
Nights were long, though.
Past days, dreams that seem to be so distant
and impossible torture Jack's mind.
Life he lives is not the life he dreamed of.
Regardless of all that, he was happy, but not peaceful.
In the room he is, sounds are noisy, as if the walls whisper, as if the wind talks.
But, the melody of wind itself is not like a lullaby, it's madami like restless thoughts that circle
around the head.
Nights were cruel, sleepless.
Only thoughts were awoken, everything else was quiet.
I wrote this is five minutes. Not that good, I know.
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope you enjoy.
Read to the rhythym you would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat sa pamamagitan ng his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the susunod time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope you enjoy.
Read to the rhythym you would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat sa pamamagitan ng his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the susunod time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two sa pamamagitan ng fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make pag-ibig to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the mga rosas are dying
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two sa pamamagitan ng fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make pag-ibig to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the mga rosas are dying