Heartless and Unfortunate

Heartless and Unfortunate
By: R.M. Sto. Domingo
11 July ‘o7


Why is it that we have
To fall in love?
Is love a hole,
That unfortunately,
Everybody falls into?

Why is it that we
Fall out of love?
Is love a stage
Where unfortunately
We stumble off?

Why is it that we
Love and get hurt?
Is love a deficiency
Which unfortunately,
Makes us disintegrate?

Why is it that we
Love and then hate?
Is love a curse,
Which unfortunately
Darkens our hearts?

Why is it that we love?
Is it an unfortunate
Hole on the stage
Which is a deficiency
That we curse?

Why then do we feel
This unfortunate
And heartless feeling
In our heartless and
Unfortunate hearts?

When You and I Don’t Complete

When You and I Don’t Complete
By: R.M. Sto. Domingo
18 June ‘o7

I am a free soul,
An independent mind.
A complete being
Who’s looking for nothing.
So how can I let you
In it?
A troubled soul,
With a dominating urge.
A half looking for its other.
Dependent, and yet a rebel.
I’m afraid we won’t complete
On another.
You’ll want to control me,
To make me depend on you.
And I greatly won’t like it.
Instead, I’ll want to crush you
For making me something I don’t
Want to be.
We’ll never surrender,
Until we’ve hurt each other.
Then, we will both be free…
And unhappy.

_kenshin 'o7_

The Last Dew of Spring

The Last Dew of Spring
(Third revision)
By: R. M. Sto. Domingo
15 July ‘o7

We met last spring not knowing what destiny will bring.
Your mind met mine; so did our hearts become combined.
We felt a mélange of emotions that can almost sing.
A single dew tapped our lonely hearts—uninvited.

Our lives turned into a mystical labyrinth; twisting.
Spring brought levity to our souls that were battered.
And we vanquished; conquering all the pains and crying.
Another dew fell on our tamed hearts—unexpected.

Flowers came to full bloom, so did our hearts come knowing.
Brown became green; in our hearts, we felt love embedded.
Savoring the strange emotion was just like dreaming.
Spring dew came rushing down to our hearts—unabashed.

Now, the lovely cherry blossoms are slowly drifting,
By and by, you’ll be leaving me, and my heart: shattered.
And as you bid your goodbye, I will be left shivering.
The dew which once warmed you and me, now all cold—chilled.

Now, the last leaf on the tree, once jaunty, now struggling.
My willow heart, once mighty, now scattered.
Once sheltered with your love, now so alone and hurting.
The last dew of spring glided, burned my heart—unwanted.

_kEnsHiN 'o7_

spark

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in thehopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, thenot-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonelyfrustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able toreach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world youdesired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it isyours. (I wish I had said this, but it was actually Ayn Rand)

From: Ma'am Paz Diaz
(Comm 14o)

facets of love

i love you. ( i love you but you don't reciprocate my feelings.)
i love.
you.

you love. (we think we are in love with each other, but in truth, we're just in love
i love. with love)
love.

love i. (we are friends. but you love me more than that. for i am still waiting for
you and i. my love for you to grow)
love.

love you. (you want me to love you but i'm in love with myself.)
i love.
i.

you love i. (you love me. and i love you. but we both know that your love is greater
and i. than mine.)
you love.

i love. (i love someone. and it could be you. but nevertheless, whoever might that
you. be, i still love him dearly.)
love.

i and you. (we both love each other. but i was already in love with you when you fell
love. in love with me.)
i love you.


@'-blackrose-"--
11 July 'o7

without you..

Does being free also means being lonely? I don't think so, I've lived my life for so long without you that it won't matter that you're out of it now. All you can do now is remember, because we'll never make another memory. I'm happy now. Without you.

Do not take me... For granted.

Do not take me

For granted.

I am not yours

Yet.

You're breaking my heart

Without holding it.

Does making me cry

Makes you happy?

Does hurting me

Also hurt you,

Or does it make you smile?

You say you love me,

But does it runs dry

After some time?

Do not take me

For granted.

I'm strong but I'm weak.

Do not

Take me for granted.

Please.