Posts Tagged ‘friendship’


Posted: April 22, 2016 in kid in me
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she started to walk up to the podium
she has a story to tell.
i was there when she recites her piece,
and ran-out of words because of nervousness.
heart poured out, tears from it fell.
a story to be told, hers should be heard.

she started to speak
and i was anxious to my core.
it was not because of myself, i recall.
i was afraid she’s gonna fall
or that she may lose a toll.
this must be it to have a sister,
someone close to your home.

i remembered days past on an event,
she loses her grip on an affectionate guilt.
it was not i that was ashamed,
and yet my heart deeply bled.
this must be it to be a sibling,
emotion follows and cling.

it was new to me from the start.
i have friends but never this rough.
there are seasons of laughs and nights of silence.
if there are no talks, that’s the longest hours.

they used my stuff and theirs was i,
it was never like this for me from time.
we lay our heads and the talking yet ended.
morning giggles wakes the hearing of the bended.
this must it be to have sisters,
a shared of separate closets.

I thank God that i had a taste
of how it is to have a sibling’s best.
in day to day that we teased,
is like summer ice cream treat.
i wish that moments could be confined
but i’ll just memorize it like a rhyme
might be a song that goes to an end
but the playlist still comprehend
and from time to time it will be played.


The led is substandard
The wood around is weak
This is such a waste of money
The kind I shouldn’t have take

I sat around complaining for everything the pencil’s wrong
But one blow of wisdom and then I was thrown.

To sharpen up the pencil there’s more than itself,
Nor the hand that is working in pointing the led.
Have you checked the sharpener? Are you sure it is sharp?
Look unto the shavings, it speaks of the blade – if it does have a sharp-razor edge.


February 2013

I was in a car with my buddies.

Buddy A: Buddy B, do you know C?

Buddy B: His name is familiar, is he in a relationship with D?

Buddy A: Ah, so you know him.

Buddy B: Yeah. Anne told me.

Anne: (Already pissed at the name-drop. Buddy B doesn’t have to say that)

Buddy B: She also told me (discusses more things).

Anne: (Gulp) Yeah! I did say that. (Smooth talk) I told you that in confidence. Why do you have to speak about it now?

Buddy B: I’m just trying to remember who that guy is.

.and I would want to confront her that instant, and yet, a small voice speaks to me – my Conscience maybe.


not forgotten

Posted: September 7, 2012 in chillax

In memoirs of a friend

the stories you tell
the rants you share
… i remember

the jokes you crack
the sound of laughs
… i remember

the songs you sang
the swaying of your arms
…i remember

the good ol’ days of friendship fares
how thoughtless might been the act
how meaningful the plights

the friend who was there
to talk to,
to walk with,
to laugh with and laugh at
….i will remember.

thank you for continuing to be my friend then
for tolerating my snobbish acts,
for catching up with my sneers,
for being just the same, a faithful friend.

… i will remember you 🙂