Mistaken Romanticism

November 27th, 2008 by buckyboy

Ever been in a situation that what you do is love for somebody else?

Well, I’m not sure but I think I’ve been there. We loved each other from the past but now we’re neutral and we love separate persons. I started hangin’ out with her. We always cuddled and stuff. It was then she thought about my acts. My childish acts.

I don’t know what happened but she started avoiding me….?

Luck or Choice?

November 10th, 2008 by buckyboy

I don’t get it! Why do I suffer with these people? I mean we are supplied with everything but still they keep on arguing about what they don’t have. They never realized that what they have is already in the corner. I guess they’re just blinded by their longing for companions. Everyone seems to be busy and I, as a digging student in a mine, keeps on trying my best. But how can I work properly when the problem keeps on peering in my mind!

I guess the safest way to the top is to play clean and think dirty! Let all of your thoughts be aggressively encouraging! My way of solving my problems is just a simple reflection and a smile! I drag myself in situations like these and I learned that my wrong doings may land to the downfall of others. So as much as possible I make myself invisible to everyone…

Luck? I don’t think so… Chance? Almost… You see everything is connected, each event results another may it be good or bad. Easy for me to say, but there is no good or bad situation. I think it’s all in the mind of what we think about the the situation we’re in. I don’t give way to negative things… I’m more of a lucky when thinking person.

When I think, I think positively, my mentality is set into a good one,  making me think I’m lucky…

It’s all part of our perspective, the more we put ourselves down the more we suffer and give up. The more we let our minds play, the more we are likely to turn out what it thinks, Bad or Good….

It’s a good thing if you are a cheerful person. You let everything be set in a positive state. To me, if I have a problem, I just smile and think “Here we go again…”. After a few moments I’ll try reflecting “What if I’ll be..”, I try to think for the tranquility of my outlook.

People try to underestimate me… But I’m just thinking that If they can underestimate me, what if I underestimate myself, so that i will challenged to prove them wrong…

I’ve always been a loner

I prefer to live alone so that when I’m in a bad state I won’t be able to affect anybody, esp when they’re special to me.

But being alone makes me a bit undergraded…

Unappreciated…

discouraged…

demoted…

Isolated…

But these states are just all in the mind

You are what you think you are

so never think of yourself as someone boring…

rejected…

unwanted…

If you can’t manage being like that, W\make yourself useful and express. Be positive and spread what u have to offer…

Dreams are always like that, seemingly difficult. But we ourselves have the choice, to make it real or just continue visualizing it. But the more we visualize and act nothing about it, the more we are discouraged and underestimated by ourself.

I realize that what makes me real is my choices…

To be involved or to be ignored…

My choice will always affect what other people think of me and what they don’t think I won’t do…

I knew people of being unpredictable and most of them have masks

a mask that can hide their true faces…

People will be more provoked to either face you or ignore you…

Still, your choice, to wear the mask or not…

as for me I live in spontaneousity…

I keep surprising myself

Because

I’m wearing a mask myself…

Don’t judge me, because I know I never took my mask off!

Sacrifice In Glee

July 27th, 2008 by buckyboy

My heart in your adoration
Willingness to pull me out
In smiles I grow
Your love I seek

Through wealth we grow
In vain we part
Attention not clear
Your love I doubt

Your face with pride
My conscience in humility
Your presence with glee
My movement I hide

Through life you walk
My shadow, disappeared
Your independence I sought
My teachings be reminisced

You alone can live
With me or not
My windows your eyes
I give you paradise

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My Day To The Ground

July 27th, 2008 by buckyboy

My heart in stealth denied by
eyes
My image illuminated by
sorrow
My face defiant in ways
My life dims like the night

 

I grow with fear in might
Inspired by ignorance I walk
I fly with wings enchained
Judged by disgrace I crawl

 

My breath so light
Cold my face will be
My hands in enlightenment
The light I will see

 
Worthless is my purpose
My life in leisure
A feast on my funeral
My soul, knelt with regret

 
My words unexpressed
My outlook forgotten
My tears in waters
My death, your pride

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You Are My Worst

July 27th, 2008 by buckyboy

1, 2, 3, and 4
I counted my chances
It’s you my soul adores
My shadows wasted

 I’m a weakness by myself
But with you I’m a light
You sketch my hearts outline
It’s my innocence you define

 

I’m a boy without a mouth
You’re a girl without eyes
Forever will I be mute
But my embrace you will feel

 
You drown me with your grace
My heart overflowing with
regret
That in loving you I gave up
But in dreaming I’m satisfied

 
Your image illuminates my
happiness
Bad thing, you can’t see my
glee
Your essence I seek
Your blooming presence is my
contentment

 
All of this for you alone
Inspiration you are to me
In love you’re my weakness
Yet your presence lights me
up

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Torn Pride

July 27th, 2008 by buckyboy

My chin down low
My eyes glared at the
clearing
My confidence battered
My dreams trampled like
leaves

 

Fallen will my happiness be
My dreams misjudged
Demoralized by pride I cry
My heart shattered into
pieces

 

Secrets forgotten and
unspoken
Identity unknown and
unnoticed
Shadows lighted by judgment
Vision smeared with pain

 

Like a stone thrown to the
sea
My purpose taken for granted
Like a stranger in the street
My presence ignored and
denied

 

Vanity is my weakness
In it I seek my nemesis
For my life is defied
My sanity pushed aside

 

My self-encouragement torn to
pieces
My will overruled
My strength turned to
weakness
My soul in debt

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