>The Darkness That is Me

s…so tired… even though it’s already summer vacation I have much to do..oh well…i’ll manage, like i always do…

If I

If a were to write a poem

It will mostly be in English

If I were to write a song

It will mostly be in tagalog

If I were to express my thoughts

I will use my words

If I were to express my soul

I will use music

If I were to draw a portrait

It will be of you

If I had the chance to pray

I’ll pray that you’ll be fine

If I can make a wish

It would be to love you for all time

If I were to admit something

It would be that I still love you

If I were to hide something

It would be my memories

If I could build a temple

Made of dreams and hope

I would write your name in the middle

To be seen by the world

If I had the time to do these things

Even if it would be a dream

In every poem, song or building

Only one would be my theme

And if you can read between the lines

You’ll find a certain thing’s the same

‘Cause in every work I’ve ever done

You’ll find I wrote your name

There’s nothing more painful than unshed tears

Nothing sadder than many wasted years

Nothing more terrifying than unknown fears

No, there’s nothing more painful than unshed tears

There’s nothing more painful than unshed tears

Of a single flicker of the candle light

Trying with all its luminous might

To guide invisible shadows into the night

There’s nothing more painful than unshed tears

Of a buried treasure of jewels and gold

Buried under earth, stone and pebbles of old

Trying to shine and glow in the embrace of the cold

Nothing sadder than a barren tree

Amidst other vegetations of glee

Asking himself “What should I be?”

Realizing how lonely was he

Nothing more empty than to be the salty Dead Sea 

Nothing more pitiful than a one-winged bee

Nothing more sorrowful than those with no ears

No, there’s nothing more painful than unshed tears

There’s nothing more painful than to be alone

In a room filled with lights but all has gone home

No more laughter, no more smiles to be seen

No more friends, no, not one whose senses are keen

Nothing more painful than to be part of a whole

Nothing more painful than having no soul

Nothing more ridiculous than laughter and jeers

No, there’s nothing more painful than unshed tears

There’s nothing more painful than unshed tears

Nothing sadder than my wasted years

Nothing more terrifying than my non-dormant fears

No, there’s nothing more painful than my unshed tears

Mechanical Bliss

We all sometimes have this mechanical bliss

Instantly doing things, nothing is missed

We do what we need to, for money and things

We work like dogs and are treated like kings

We instantly raise our hands into question

Blurting out answers that are need not mentioned

We sit or stand according to time

We toil for hours from seven to nine

We eat food at exactly the bell

When the angel came down and had something to tell

We go back, start to drool, like robots we are

Inputting data, a hundred fifty kilobytes per hour

We all have this mechanical bliss

There’s a ticking heart sealed up like this

With a pin code and security and lock

Like computers with fire wall, we don’t run amok

And since bliss is what bliss is, according to me

We are unaware what it means or what it feels to be

But ever so seldom we slip into reality

That we’re humans not robots, organic mechanically

Our body is a mechanism but something with soul

Something with feeling, something that’s whole

Although we may be robots from time to time

Our soul says differently, we’re humans for all time