Thursday, August 18, 2011

What's Wrong with Being Expressive?

Maybe there are friends who can understand our woes and we spill some of our wildest emotions to them. But there are also times when we just feel like keeping silent most of the time or find another outlet...may be through listening to relaxing music and daydream, spend time with the greener fields of nature, shout to the wall, throw stones into the air, or write somewhere in the pages of an old notebook.


Well, this is my style. Just plainly writing some thoughts into scratch papers burning the midnight oil while everybody's gone to sleep ('cause it's more silent and I can concentrate) and start searching for the right words which fits what I want to say. Such a difficult thing when you're lost for words. Haha. But trust me, when you're there, you can make more than one poem.


In my case, they are sorts of poetry pieces supposed to be finalized as songs. Knowing me, I usually can't get a song done because I lack the patience to apply music into it from the beginning until the end part. Another valid reason is that, I'm no professional somebody that can easily do it - correctly (and confidently). The important thing is, I was able to write and knowing there is at least a somebody or some people who might be able to read it and be touched, it just makes me happy.


So why not try it for yourself? Especially if there are things in your mind that you want to speak out? Come on, be a poet of your imagination.

Monday, July 11, 2011

I'll Just Write It In a Song

I
It's midnight clear and I can't sleep
Still up in bed and wide awake
Holding a pen and a piece of paper
To spill my thoughts so I feel better

*
This heart won't rest if it can't express
Of what it wants as it says best
The day's enough for the mind to pause
Yet still can't brush away the thoughts

**
So I'll just write it in a song
About it all that should have known
And I'll just put the melodies along
The lines that hide the feelings that aren't shown

II
A collage of pictures fill up my head
A web of words that can't be read
It's all about you that I think now
Because why, don't know the reason somehow

But... [Repeat *, **]



Bridge:
I wish I could spell out this odd emotion
And I hope that I could find the right words
Of what I really think
Of what I truly feel
And I pray that someday, somewhere, somehow
You will open the door as it comes to you
The message that it holds from deep within me
That right now I don't have the courage to say...

[Repeat *** 2x]

Coda:
I'll just write it in a song...

(This is it. I guess I should have made this the earliest.. Before I got the nerves to write and post compositions. Haha. Anyway, this is just another product of me in solitude..feel like writing something the previous night. :p I hope I could finally arrange and put real melodies in here. :D )

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

If You'd Only Knew

What do I get when I would say
I like the way you make me smile
What would you feel when I would tell
You make my day complete.

When you and I had first met
I never thought it would be this way
Thinking all day long about you
Wonderin' if you would drop a call


Because I learned to laugh at your corny jokes
And learned to like your friendly presence
I don't want to think about it differently
But inside me is feeling in glee

Oh how can I discard the thought
If you're the one, well it's not so sure
Didn't want to expect, yes it's true
But I'm hoping that way, if you'd only knew...



(--,) well...this is just another result of some complicating web of words in my head..haha. Wonder when's the right time I could put some music in it..again, intended to make a song and tried to add or enhance a previously woven poem last night but it turned out to be another set of whimsical lines...pardon, this is on-the-spot :)

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