A cornucopia of failures predicted his life's doom
With fatalism, he never accepted this monotony
A paroxysm of rage filled his heart that happiness has no room
Even his paragon cannot awaken him from this reverie
In melody he found cacophony, in falsity the truth
For he considered darkness a paradisaical haven and refuge
A satirist he has become he has no trust in sooth
As he abhorred his own world just as he's sagacious to be fooled
written by: Alecxandra Rimbao
September 21, 2009
Sep 22, 2009
Jul 3, 2009
His Paragon
His Paragon
(model of perfection)
A self-confessed epitome of stupidity,
he rummaged what would complete his entity
Became lost in a labyrinth of veracity,
for he was blinded by love, fooled by trust.
Caught up in a delusion with his paragon
though he never winced to express his liking.
But now he's suffering the consequences of fighting
an irrevocable truth was deciphered, now he's hurting
His paragon played her words that made him hope
but then the desire in him turned into chagrin.
How could he be complete for the nth time
if a missing piece just refuse to fit in?
written by alecxandra
july 3, 2009
inspiration: someone: ako yung epitome ng katangahan eh haha napakaasaboy talaga
(model of perfection)
A self-confessed epitome of stupidity,
he rummaged what would complete his entity
Became lost in a labyrinth of veracity,
for he was blinded by love, fooled by trust.
Caught up in a delusion with his paragon
though he never winced to express his liking.
But now he's suffering the consequences of fighting
an irrevocable truth was deciphered, now he's hurting
His paragon played her words that made him hope
but then the desire in him turned into chagrin.
How could he be complete for the nth time
if a missing piece just refuse to fit in?
written by alecxandra
july 3, 2009
inspiration: someone: ako yung epitome ng katangahan eh haha napakaasaboy talaga
May 18, 2009
incognito
before reading this, be sure you've read my last poem, nostalgia. This one is like the response of the devil:> enjoy.
(with identity concealed)
i used to live a life full of drudgery
i was infamous, fallible and devilish
i rejoiced as darkness embraced my being
for i could not see how i turned out to be
then i saw her in the evanescent rays of sunset
mesmerized, the heavens cleared as i stared at her.
she had an angelic visage that i could never forget
reality shook me, showed me the different world i was in
It didn't feel like we were under the same sky
though we breathed the same air, had the same Creator
for she proved there could be heaven on earth
i was held under her spell, i do confess
I had to feign for the truth might frighten her
meeting her was ineffable, it couldn't be described
only then did i believe opposites attract
for we had an uncanny connection of love and fervor
We had something which started with lies
though the feeling i had was genuine all along
the truth behind who i was would put her to agony
i spared her from more pain so i left her alone
For while i thought i could bear what i've done
Yet i left her a part of me i never knew i had
I went back to see her to have my heart back
incognito, i couldn't help but comfort her weeping soul
With a kiss, she almost surmised who i was
Another touch became the demise of my secret
She escaped, damaged, scarred and fooled
i never saw her since then, i never should
written by alecxandra rimbao
may 18, 2009
(with identity concealed)
i used to live a life full of drudgery
i was infamous, fallible and devilish
i rejoiced as darkness embraced my being
for i could not see how i turned out to be
then i saw her in the evanescent rays of sunset
mesmerized, the heavens cleared as i stared at her.
she had an angelic visage that i could never forget
reality shook me, showed me the different world i was in
It didn't feel like we were under the same sky
though we breathed the same air, had the same Creator
for she proved there could be heaven on earth
i was held under her spell, i do confess
I had to feign for the truth might frighten her
meeting her was ineffable, it couldn't be described
only then did i believe opposites attract
for we had an uncanny connection of love and fervor
We had something which started with lies
though the feeling i had was genuine all along
the truth behind who i was would put her to agony
i spared her from more pain so i left her alone
For while i thought i could bear what i've done
Yet i left her a part of me i never knew i had
I went back to see her to have my heart back
incognito, i couldn't help but comfort her weeping soul
With a kiss, she almost surmised who i was
Another touch became the demise of my secret
She escaped, damaged, scarred and fooled
i never saw her since then, i never should
written by alecxandra rimbao
may 18, 2009
May 16, 2009
fcuked up.
My life's fucked up. It seems hopeless. I feel helpless.
I once had a thought while i was logged in in facebook. While i was opening an application, I wondered why it would always ask me if i would "allow" others to have an acces to what i do as if others would care. It gives me the option to "post" and let others see what im doing or "skip" so it could be seen by no one. It does irritate me due to the fact that i hate being asked the same question once. Just then, i realized that more than the quizzes, my friends, the chat feature, games and quizzes, that irritating item is what i like best in facebook.
So what's the connection of my life fucked up and facebook?
Nothing.
Last night i hoped my life's a little different. Someone came into my room without knocking. I pretended i was doing something. The truth was, tears were rolling down my face. Thoughts came all over me reminding me of the misery I'm in.
I have friends to share my problems with. Yet, I believe that there are things i have to deal myself successfully before i ask for rescue and have someone answer my life's questions for me.
Just so you know...
I hate people lying to me and still manage to give me a smile.
I have to review in a center to pass UPCAT and ACET.
I need to see my friends.
Are those things too much to ask for?
I'm not asking for shortcuts on how to live an easy life nor give me all the ways not to screw it. I'm just wondering why life's treating me like this. I'm not broke. Just Broken. Oh. maybe Both.
I once had a thought while i was logged in in facebook. While i was opening an application, I wondered why it would always ask me if i would "allow" others to have an acces to what i do as if others would care. It gives me the option to "post" and let others see what im doing or "skip" so it could be seen by no one. It does irritate me due to the fact that i hate being asked the same question once. Just then, i realized that more than the quizzes, my friends, the chat feature, games and quizzes, that irritating item is what i like best in facebook.
So what's the connection of my life fucked up and facebook?
Nothing.
Last night i hoped my life's a little different. Someone came into my room without knocking. I pretended i was doing something. The truth was, tears were rolling down my face. Thoughts came all over me reminding me of the misery I'm in.
I have friends to share my problems with. Yet, I believe that there are things i have to deal myself successfully before i ask for rescue and have someone answer my life's questions for me.
Just so you know...
I hate people lying to me and still manage to give me a smile.
I have to review in a center to pass UPCAT and ACET.
I need to see my friends.
Are those things too much to ask for?
I'm not asking for shortcuts on how to live an easy life nor give me all the ways not to screw it. I'm just wondering why life's treating me like this. I'm not broke. Just Broken. Oh. maybe Both.
Apr 23, 2009
an angel's NOSTALGIA
NOSTALGIA
(bittersweet longing for the past)
undaunted by repeated failures, an angel walked
apprehensions scarcely cease her from running
never a skeptic, never apathetic she has a heart
yet a feeble cry paved way for nostalgia
once, a devil ruined the angel with blatant lies
deviated her from truth said it was illusory
oblivious of what she has become, she believed
eccentrically, she fell deeply in love with him
fallacious memories of this past haunted her
the angel was trapped by the devil's beguiling ways
for her, yesterday would always define her tomorrow
pale and wan, she has become, she yearned for solace
consolation found from another, she first refused
but she was broken so she had him to escape the agony
little did she know , he was there to wound her more
for he was the devil, concealed by a mask
with broken wings and a wounded heart she just walked
she wept and blamed no one but herself
she decided to love she chose to trust
the angel now love's victim, breathed her last
written by alecxandra rimbao
april 20, 2009
(bittersweet longing for the past)
undaunted by repeated failures, an angel walked
apprehensions scarcely cease her from running
never a skeptic, never apathetic she has a heart
yet a feeble cry paved way for nostalgia
once, a devil ruined the angel with blatant lies
deviated her from truth said it was illusory
oblivious of what she has become, she believed
eccentrically, she fell deeply in love with him
fallacious memories of this past haunted her
the angel was trapped by the devil's beguiling ways
for her, yesterday would always define her tomorrow
pale and wan, she has become, she yearned for solace
consolation found from another, she first refused
but she was broken so she had him to escape the agony
little did she know , he was there to wound her more
for he was the devil, concealed by a mask
with broken wings and a wounded heart she just walked
she wept and blamed no one but herself
she decided to love she chose to trust
the angel now love's victim, breathed her last
written by alecxandra rimbao
april 20, 2009
Mar 18, 2009
i never asked for consolation.
the usual cacophony enveloped my very being
then your paroxysm of giggles made me shiver
peircing every part of me, i continued to shudder
intermittently i heard your voice like chocolate to my ears
i was fighting the mere idea of us in my restless mind
But i knew i wasnt going to win
oblivious to my distraction i was actually falling
this should stop.. i should not be swayed by my own wishes
let me escape this illusion, it would cause me anguish
i'm vulnerable, i never wanted hurt and chagrin
for the nth time wake me up from this deep slumber
to a reality in my microcosm i hope exists..
--alecx
Jan 2, 2009
what's ahead of me?
goodbye 2008..
goodbye heartaches..
goodbye grudges..
Excitement is what i feel as i face 2009. I do expect a lot of changes. I need them. I have to challenge myself to be a lot better emotionally and physically. Considering that my grades in third year High School would be my pass to the universities i would love to enter, I need to start doing something.
The past year had been a tough one. Crashing down to being the top * of my batch, drastic weight gain, having a lot of emotional stress and losing people i treasured- circumstances that shook me and made me realize how much I've hated reality. As young as I am, I'm wondering of what's ahead of me.
All I know now is that Maturity and Independence should go hand in hand for me to realize that no one would rescue me but myself.
As of now, I welcome this year with optimism that things would be great, where i want it to be.
goodbye heartaches..
goodbye grudges..
Excitement is what i feel as i face 2009. I do expect a lot of changes. I need them. I have to challenge myself to be a lot better emotionally and physically. Considering that my grades in third year High School would be my pass to the universities i would love to enter, I need to start doing something.
The past year had been a tough one. Crashing down to being the top * of my batch, drastic weight gain, having a lot of emotional stress and losing people i treasured- circumstances that shook me and made me realize how much I've hated reality. As young as I am, I'm wondering of what's ahead of me.
All I know now is that Maturity and Independence should go hand in hand for me to realize that no one would rescue me but myself.
As of now, I welcome this year with optimism that things would be great, where i want it to be.
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