A poem that I thought of during the G4 Project...
wala lang bored ako kanina dahil sa walang katapusang pagbibilang ng coffee beans at pagsusunog ng bread...
+++ Reminiscing +++
i walked through the halls of this strange school
different faces...laughs and jeers filled the hall that day
people from different places
and course... there was you.
how can i forget?
child-like, playful and carefree
quite amusing really..even though at times i admit it annoyed me
braces off, lipstick and make up
swaying hips and every flicker of your eyelash
different? this might just be my imagination
blinded by light...unrequited...epiphany
such a shame it took me this long to understand what these words meant
idealistic and naive to think that such "a thing" exists
that selflessness and acts of kindness would somehow be noticed, if not appreciated
funny that i remember the boy in "araby" everytime i look myself in the mirror
the paint of the walls are now chipped
rusted lockers are busted open...
i see you now...full grown
beautiful, an intellect and talented in all sorts
thrice the person you were before
yet this is not enough...
something's different...
i no longer see the light that radiated from you before
i try to see it... but i cant
i force myself to see it
desperately hanging on to a false truth that ive belived all these years
why? why, can't i see it?
i no longer know you...
maybe, i never even knew you...
“Gazing upon into the darkness I saw a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.” - "Araby," James Joyce
+++ Reminiscing +++
i walked through the halls of this strange school
different faces...laughs and jeers filled the hall that day
people from different places
and course... there was you.
how can i forget?
child-like, playful and carefree
quite amusing really..even though at times i admit it annoyed me
braces off, lipstick and make up
swaying hips and every flicker of your eyelash
different? this might just be my imagination
blinded by light...unrequited...epiphany
such a shame it took me this long to understand what these words meant
idealistic and naive to think that such "a thing" exists
that selflessness and acts of kindness would somehow be noticed, if not appreciated
funny that i remember the boy in "araby" everytime i look myself in the mirror
the paint of the walls are now chipped
rusted lockers are busted open...
i see you now...full grown
beautiful, an intellect and talented in all sorts
thrice the person you were before
yet this is not enough...
something's different...
i no longer see the light that radiated from you before
i try to see it... but i cant
i force myself to see it
desperately hanging on to a false truth that ive belived all these years
why? why, can't i see it?
i no longer know you...
maybe, i never even knew you...
“Gazing upon into the darkness I saw a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.” - "Araby," James Joyce