Saturday, March 29, 2008

What's An Hour? :Earth Hour, Humbug

Eight o'clock to nine o'clock pm. Turn off your lights, to help save the earth.

You know what's annoying about these things?
I'll tell you a story
It was almost 8pm that night and a little girl received a text message from her mom telling her that there'll be a black out from 8 to 9. Realizing it was the so-called earth hour, she says to her brother

"no, there's no black out its the supposed time for earth hour"

They both decided to participate. Besides what's an hour?
Its that wait for a late companion, 20 pesos worth of rental in a computer shop, that extra snooze time.
When we begun shutting the lights, well, let's just say we were flooded with protests. When my mom got home, she was infuriated because she said the darkness attracts entities from beyond the grave. And no matter what kind of logic we give them, they always come up with some rebuttal that pushes out something in the back of my head

What kind of deranged, selfish, incompetent minds do you have?! Its a bit disrespectful so i decided it was best to keep it unsaid.

Although what ticks me out the most the excuse that since everybody else isn't doing it, why bother?

I admit that i am not the most perfect of personalities, in fact, i would rank myself as one of the lowest of beings based from my actions.

But what's an hour?
What's an hour that has merit for everyone?
What's a cause that transcends religion or opinion?

Its a cause to at least give earth some space to repair the damages we inflicted on it

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The dust settles at dawn, when movement ceases. Then i see. Then you will..

--amuLet

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Epiphanies are made to be simple

for now, i concede to my other self,
there is no use if i remain to doubt people.

I trust you.

You are perfect, all i need is to fix my flaws,
keep my feet warm, as they should

Ableu


The dust settles at dawn, when movement ceases. Then i see. Then you will..

--amuLet

Monday, March 17, 2008

PostMortem Jitters

After everything you desire has taken its course, what now?

is this supposed to be heaven?
tell me, do you find heaven in bringing me to hell?

every moment, my eyes compel me to wash some of the pain away.
you know it doesn't really work.

Where are your candied promises and flowery words?

This is incoherence.
This is helplessness.

I lose my stance
every single thing i do or you do is breaking my heart.
And i don't know why.
And in the midst of all this,
i refuse to let go,
i don't want to let go.

guess this is what they'd call crash and burn

I took the leap, now we will see if i made the wrong decision.

Ikaw lang kailangan ko. Nasan ka?

The dust settles at dawn, when movement ceases. Then i see. Then you will..

--amuLet

Friday, March 14, 2008

Its About Time I Do

Yesterday, i woke up without the dust in my eyes.
Sleep is scarce.

I wonder.
How long have i been like this?

They say that one should always look at the good characteristics of one person.
Today i do the contrary

For days, i've been trying to fortify my strengths to compensate for my weaknesses.
And for days, i have failed.

All for one reason
I missed step one.
so i go back.

with a heavy heart, i'll finish that first chapter i need.

My greatest friend and worst enemy
is my ego.

Although, i've learned to create a facade to dismiss things,
and prevent a ruthless vomit of words
its not enough to shield those i love,
those i care for

And in that pursuit to seal such
a revolting spirit,
i lost everything good life offered.

A smile for each snowflake that tickles your nose,
A moment of flight as the air brushes playfully on my fingertips
A shudder for each kiss on my forehead
And a smile for every pat on the back for a job well done

instead
i feel an encompassing rage within,
an origin of anger even i couldn't find
searing through my skin
tearing up my insides
numbing my hands.
as my soul crumbles
i whisper for a name that could save me

Help me, i implore you,
deafen your ears from my screams
open your heart to hear my pleas

i am pathetic
that's for sure
neither can it be helped

*sigh


The dust settles at dawn, when movement ceases. Then i see. Then you will..

--amuLet

Thursday, March 13, 2008

The other side

Unspoken, unheard.

This will be the rest of me..
What's left of what you don't see

judge if you please
respect if you fail to understand

this is the story of my life,
far from the one you see
aside from the one you hear

-amuLet