Never Again

As I think of you now
I know you’ll never
Think of me again.

As I murmur your name
With my loving care
I know you’ll never
Say my name again.

And as I break my heart
By remembering you,
My witnesses are the morning dew
For I know you’ll never
Break your heart again.


Never Again
26 February 2008
R.M. Sto. Domingo

On A Boat

Sinking
Sinking
Sinking

Infinite sadness
Infinite despair
Loneliness—
Beyond repair.

A stone
Thrown on the
Water
Slowly—desperate
--sinking.

The oblivion
Waiting,
Darkness from
Within.



On A Boat
29 November 2007
R.M.Sto. Domingo

Pain in Innocence

Pain etched
In my soul
On my soul
I suffer this
Ill-disposed.

Pain radiated
In the whole of me
Unwanted
Unnecessary
But in there—

Not a scalpel
Nor a laser
Can destroy it.
No, indestructible.

Someone
Wretch my heart
Away and save
Me from reality.

Inside, a melody
A chorus floating
Indecisively—
Unpatterend.

Sing it
This composition
And set me free.

The angel wings
Beneath the
Casket door.

Pain in Innocence
29 November 2007

R.M. Sto. Domingo

We Are Us, Not You And Me

You think I am now yours,
I cannot be myself again.
That I’m all for you.
And yourself for yourself.

How can you be so arrogant?
So sure of yourself?
I am me.
And you are just a part of me. Not me.

I gave you a piece of my heart.
A place just for you.
But not my heart.
No. just a part of it.

Now come to me and hear.
You are mine. A part of me.
I am yours. A part of you.
But I’m not you. You, not me.



We Are Us, Not You And Me
13 August 2007
R.M. Sto. Domingo

Immortal

You are my immortal image
My life-long dream.
When I’m with you,
I’m afraid, yet I’m secured.
So embrace me now and
Don’t let go.

Immortal
13 August 2007
R.M. Sto. Domingo

Words of Honor

Stand firm
On your words
For me.

I was hurt once.
Too much.
Too hard.

I cannot succumb
For now.
I was hurt.

It’s still there.
Cutting me.
Making me doubt.

You know that.
I told you.
Wait for me.



Words of Honor
04 July 2007
R.M. Sto. Domingo

Waiting in Vain

The whish-whoosh of the wind
Dominating the sound in my head.
As I lay here picking the
Dry grass where I lay.

With my back aching and my but damp
Silently praying the moment would
Come when I’ll be able to stretch,
And remove the clinging leaves on my pants.

The wind is blowing harder now,
With the blue sky now tinted with red.
My neck stiff and my nose becoming runny.
Little flying pests clinging above me.

An electric current is running down
My legs, so I shifted my position.
But still, stubbornly holding my post,
Red tint now turning into bluish gray.

As the sky finally turned into a fine dark blue
With the winged-pests feasting on my red juice.
I was forced to realize that it has been long due
For me to have known what I ought to do.

Yet, here I am, firm on my stand,
Lying under the million diamonds
Peeking through the tree’s toothy gap.
My body aching; mosquitoes sucking my blood.


R.M. Sto. Domingo
19 July 2007

What We Were

We never fought,
And yet we said goodbye.

We always talk,
And yet we never understand.

We always smile at each other,
And yet we never were happy.

We always give,
And yet we never share.

So now that we're suddenly apart,
I realized we never really were
What we thought we are.


R.M. Sto. Domingo
18 June 2007

Sick, Fool and Stuttering

I c-could ne-e-ever be-e t-the oa-ne

Wh-whoo wi-will oh-always b-ee da-there ah-around

You-u, la-like s-she d-does

Fo-for ah-I am-m b-busy eh-and

Bo-born-n t-to th-think-k o-of ah-d-ther t-things

Mo-mowre al-alluri-ring eh-and d-decep-p-tive-e

D-than you-u ah-re; eh-and s-she

Ah-I no-know, ee-s t-the oa-ne you-u'v-ve oh-always

Lo-looked-ed fo-for ee-n ah-a w-woman

P-perfect fo-for da-the a-eyes ah-an ee-imperfect-th

Ki-creature la-like m-me c-could ne-ev-er

Gee-gain co-comp-parison t-to.

B-but the-then, whe-when ah-I th-think t-twice

Ah-bout c-came t-to t-the con-conclusion

Whi-which me-made me-ee ah-ask t-the

Que-question th-that me-ey fo-forever n-nag h-her

Eh-and y-yet s-she wo-won't no-know t-the ahh-nswer.

"C-can h-her ah-eyes t-talk w-when

you-u ah-re n-not li-listening-g?"



R.M. Sto. Domingo
12 November 2006

sights for sore!

blood aksed

Where does one draws the line between love and hate?
Is it when one stumbles upon the heart and it gets broken?

When does love becomes hate?
Is it when you love too much and forget about yourself
while, he, too, loves too much and forgets about you?

Is it when you smile while your heart is bleeding
because he smiles and his heart is not for you?

When does hate becomes love?

Is it when anger is too much to bear
that the heart just can’t contain it
and it bursts and turns into something not worth losing?

Or is it when you nourish too much doubt in your heart
that it suddenly breaks and eventually turns into ash and then is reborn?

Is the cycle of love and hate worth crying over?
Or does it make you sick and let you disintegrate into nothingness?

~blackrose