10:28

Goodbye.

Those were the last words i said to you.
It was so hard to say but i said it anyway. I had to, i just had to.
That night, i couldn't sleep. The time on my clock stopped.
It read 10:28 pm, it never ticked another second more.
Pictures of you and I flood my mind, from the start to the early end,
smiles and tears flow through my head.
The times we were together, the times we fought,
the times we had so much fun,
the times we never wished to say goodbye.

That was then, but It happened again.
After so many months, the clock stroke the same time and froze,
Memories of yesterday that never ended surfaced again.

Now I'm looking, searching for your face, wondering where i went wrong.
It's been so long since i heard your voice, i remember you in every song.
If i could just take it back, take it back again, i know it could've never ended.
The clocked continued, and sleep came,
i wonder when will i wake up and find you beside me once again.

*regrets start to pour in.*

Our So-Called Story.

I hold your hand as we walk this street,
every step and every heartbeat.
Just can't believe this happened,
i can't believe i fell for it.
I take your heart and call it mine,
but i'm afraid i really don't have the time.
take this promise that i'll love,
but i can't really say i'll stay.
I'm afraid. So afraid that i might hurt you,
your tender heart can't take me.

Here I go again, call this thing ours but i'll let go again.
there's just too much too see
on the other side that i may not take you there.
if there was just a way, somehow,
to pull you out, i would've done it.
but here i am, again, making things worse for us.

This is Our So-Called Story.
I'm Here, You're There. We'll never get anywhere from here.
Odds are Againts us and the world won't get any kinder.
I maybe losing hope, please give me strength.
Just stand by my side and hold my hand tighter.

Don't let Go.

Don't Let Me Let Go.

The Stunner.

He takes a deep breath. Here goes, he says, clutching the door knob. He's going for it, a new chapter will unfold behind this door: College. The door swings open and he walks in, a crowd of unfamiliar faces look at him. He looks back at them, backpedals but proceeds anyway. He's a bit nervous, his breathing's uneasy and hands are shaking. Looking around for a chair to sit in, he's trying not to look weird, awkward or to catch any negative attention. He slowly sits down, and texts his high school friends to break the awkwardness of the situation. Heart pounding and the tension getting higher as 20 or more kids feel exactly the same way. The silence was deafening, the sound of the air conditioning is all that filled his ears.

Where to start? What to do? How can i reach out? Talk to somebody, he thought to himself. Looking around for (hopefully) a familiar face or someone to talk to. At his left was a boy who had droopy eyes and thin frame, clothed in red and was very silent. He must be gay, he thought, suddenly feeling threatened, and looked away. At his right was a girl two times larger than him. She was very intimidating, and he felt ashamed of himself. Her size and apparent strength made him insecure. No, definitely not.

Then he turns his head and sees a beautiful lady sitting quietly in a corner. She was obviously shy, and of course, cautious for she knows she's the belle of the ball, the diamond on the ring, the prettiest thing we might have ever seen. Then she senses an eye looking at her, it was his. She looks up and breaks into a smile, a smile so sweet he can't explain. She stunned him in an instant, and she took his heart right there and then.

College Just started, and he's already fired up for the Finals.

Stay tuned.

*edited 04/30/10*

Silence.

*Keyboard: Freestyle...

No words spoken, the air hums silently in the background. Hatred, Anxiety, Love, Sorrow, Happiness and deep Silence fills this heart. Some things are better left unsaid, some things are better left untouched. No words spoken, No second thoughts.

The Sound of Silence is deafening. I can't hear my own heartbeat, i can't hear the noise around me. The darkness has fallen, the only thing i see is you. I ask you those questions, but you never spoke a word. You just stare there, looking at my eyes. I try to scream but no words come out.
I gasp for breath. Suddenly...

Your eyes bleed, as if it was a river of blood flowing from your eyes.
You smile at me so sweetly as you raise your hands to my face.
Your smile slowly turns to laughter, your hollow hands touching my face with deep affection.
The blood from your eyes flow continuously, it stains your clothes as you draw nearer.
Your skin as white as snow touch mine, it feels so cold, so cold.
Her beautiful face draws near to mine, her lips so cold. Sweet, but cold. Too cold.

That moment in time froze. Then I realize..

I try to move but i can't. my muscles feel so numb, so painful. This can't be happening, this is impossible. The girl right in front of me can't be here right now.

She's already dead.

I scream silently. I opened my mouth as wide as i can but no sound came out. I try to run, but i can't. Her hands slowly crushing my face, slowly tearing me apart. Her sweet smile became hatred. Her skin became black as darkness. She seems to take pleasure as her laughter became louder and louder. She's killing me. My sight grew dim, I'm losing consciousness.

Then I wake up screaming.

I look around, 3 am. Not a person in sight. It was quiet and cold around me. I feel relieved, i heaved a sigh. A hand covered in blood touched my face from behind me. It was not my hand. Then i realize, IT WAS QUIET, TOO SILENT.

Soap Opera.

Plates, spoons and forks. It's that time of the day when i wash the dishes. It's when i think, deeper than usual. I don't speak much when i wash, it's when my brain does it's job. Get Inspired. This is what my brain said to me last night:

"Take risks, you'll never know when it'll be the last. We can never say what will happen, but atleast we tried. You know you want to, but you're scared. This isn't the Migs i know, not at all. Why are you scared to jump? You'll fall? everyone does, it's just a matter of How [Migs picks up a plate]. You say you'll just sit there, do nothing and just let it go, that's the worst thing you've thought of doing since [censored]. Okay, so maybe not now, maybe not in the next few months, but when? I hope you do something, 'coz your Heart over there is agreeing with me, for the first time in years."

*okay, so a talking brain is weird. i get it.
a lot more was thought of that night, but it was just going 'round and 'round. The plates were spotless, the utensils clean, the kitchen was done. Satisfied? Maybe, but not quite there yet. If there's one more thing i'd like to clean up, it's this mess i made. I need a lot of detergent to get it right, a lot of words, but more actions to go with it. A LOT of people won't understand what i wrote here, but i only need one to understand this.

Good Night.