journey on dark waters

i hate LIARS!!! one of the things i totally loathe are liars. they tell you things, but it turns out they're not real. they rip out the very fabric of existence. they let you fall for things that are there but not real. i used to be gullible. stupid. i used to be weak and just follow the course that i wasn't suppose to. but things are changing. i won't fall for the same mistakes again. i won't let a blindfold cover my eyes and just lead me to my very death. i used to believe that things are meant to happen. but they are wrong. i create my destiny. true, its suicide. let death be my key. let the lies be my coffin, for i have been buried six-feet under. i should have died. then i have forgotten that i was dead already. dead in essence, that no one could fathom. dead that my bones are shattered and my soul to forever wander amongst a ghost of a former self. i let myself believe that white was white, and black was black. now is the reencarnation of soul. lost in the world o...

the words came tumbling down like currents in the sea, they say its pretty strange a lovely painting to see. no ink to be wasted on paper, a pencil with no lead its hard to walk on lands that have been dead. she took a turn she writhe with pain waiting to learn... except for the strings on her back waiting patiently to gain... ripples in the water turned into dangerous waves there was no solace, not even a cave. the sun shone its brightest, never to dim, they said she had no place to go, her chances were slim. but then the wind blew angst of sand swept... thorns have left... time has melted and pools ran dry she began to cry. but then where was she? her strings undone... and then she was gone.

why did i fall for you, only to get hurt? why were my feelings given to you only to be brought away? do i deserve such? all i have to hear are the words: that you now belong with someone else. i know no other way to love you than this... without complexities or pride, your hands with mine are my hands, and the heart that beats a million tears... now that the eyes are looking into the skies when orion can be seen on a moonlit sky, my heart cries a river of bittersweet memories. only your memory comforts me of a better tomorrow. why help, when it is not needed? why make the sacrifice when it is nothing? i wish i could die a thousand deaths to elude such painful memory... i prayed for these feelings to go away with you, but they stayed. why? to hurt me again? to make me cry? to shatter my soul and become a wandering soul amidst a former broken self? as i cry, tears no longer fall, for no one to catch. why should i go on with life, when it has become meaningless? everything is irreversibl...

as i dream into a floating space of nothingness, i quote Neruda: I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you,so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. i do believe that things happen for a reason and people meet and love for a reason. from the millions of people around the globe, you and your true love meet. just like Neruda, there is no other way i know how to love, but straightforwardly, without complexities or pride. how, where and when cannot be explained, when love is present. i am now in a maze, where the twists and turns are the decisions i make.... i pray that when i find true love, God has blessed the broken road, the heart speaks a thousand smiles, a thousand tears that only your love can hold dear. and as i wait, so I love you because I know no other way than this: wher...