oo nga pala wala kana

oo nga pala wala kana by: Germund B. Compuesto oo nga pala wala kana, hindi ko na mabibilang ang iyong mga pilik mata, ang iyong paghinga sa bawat minuto, ang iyong mga tawa sa bawat segundo, ang mala rosas mong labi, sa panaginip na lamang makikita, oo nga pala malayo kana, sa bawat kisap mata nalang kita maalala, animo'y isang istoryang nagtapos, punong- puno ng kalungkutan, mga yakap na napawi ng pighati, mga halik na walang kasing tamis, oo nga pala hangang sa pagpikit nalamang makikita, mga oras na tila walang katapusan, nawala ang lahat sa dilim ng walang hanggan, sa pagtulog na lamang ika'y pagmamasdan, oo nga pala tapos na ang ating kwento ng pagmamahalan, kay pait ng kinagisnang may hangganan.

secret sorrow

secret sorrow by: Germund B. Compuesto Broken two pieces in one, nobody else know that i wanna run, everybody knows im fine, yet when everything's gone, i just keep my silence and cry, writing these lines of rhyme, everything was a lie, telling myself im happy that ive said goodbye, you're my greatest regret in life, feels like im gonna die, while thinking about and just sigh, i can't turn back now on what ive done...

Deny

Deny by: Germund B. Compuesto Memories shattered in a glimpse, a box of happiness that's kept, trying to hold on in hopelessness, trying to bring back everything in a trance, memories of pictures, memories of joy, cloaked with pain and agony, tears in the present tomorrow is different, asking myself why, asking myself how, asking myself where'd i go wrong, yet no matter how it goes, no matter how i tried, you're still gone."

Fly away

Fly away by: Germund B. Compuesto Tired of this life as i unpack my things and say goodbye, pain keeps running in my mind, i just wanna end it all and fly, as the wind blows i glide, watch the sun and moon collide, i wish time could by me by, everything's gonna set me to hide, and this feeling of pain couldn't be tamed, tired of this life no matter what i've done, everything's closing at me, while my life is unsure and undone.

Between hate and insanity

Between hate and insanity by: Germund B. Compuesto help me erase all the pain because of our joy, make me numb because of our sweetness, let hate collide and forget all the love we've had, help me become another person, cloaked with noise and chaos caged those laughter and tears, bury all our secrets and happiness, i once lived in the ideals of perfection, then fate decides with realization, burn everything to the ground, and kill all the love we've had, no matter how it goes and how i try, fate can give you a reality that bites, scream and never let go of the hate, growl like a like a lions roar that forsake, and never let anybody see you cry, for all those memories will just make you die, and you will gain nothing but lie, erase all the good things in life, and never let anybody see you cry, coz no tears can help you, hence be like no others can be, and they'll see who created you and its me

Sa Gitna ng Panaginip at Pagpanaw

Sa Gitna ng Panaginip at Pagpanaw isinulat ni: Germund B. Compuesto Sa gitna ng aking panaginip ako'y napukaw, nagising sa hindi mawaring tanawing nakalutang, ito ang aking paraisong walang hanggan, paraisong walang halong kalungkutan, ngunit puno ng kaginhawahan, sa gitna ng aking panaginip ako'y napasigaw, sa pighating hindi ako magkamayaw, nais kong balikan ang nagtapos, mga pagsisisi't kamalian, ngunit nais kong pagsisi'y mapawalan, at hawakan ng mahigipit ang napagdaanan. sa gitna ng aking panaginip ako'y pumanaw, tumalikod sa buhay ng kahirapan, iniwan ang pagpapanggap ng kasaysayan, ngunit sa aking pagpanaw, mga linyang isinulat wag sana makalimutan, ng mga taong handang magbigay para sa kanilang mahal sa buhay.

Sa bawat sandali

Sa bawat sandali isinulat ni: Germund B. Compuesto. Bawat sandali ng aking buhay, higpit ng hawak sa sayong mga kamay, nais kong ibaon sa walang hanggan, animo'y isang paru- paro'ng nawalan ng pakpak, sa dagok ng pighati't mga lamat, pilit na kinakalimutan ang mga nagdaan, ngunit yakap at halik hindi makalimutan, sa bawat hithit ng sigarilyong hindi mapigil, alaalang pilit na kinikitil, mga aninong mapanghusga't hindi maaninag ng kapalaran, sa sakit na hindi ko maibsan, bawat sandali ng aking buhay, nais kang mahagkan sa huling sandali ng aking buhay.

Paano ba

Paano ba Isinulat ni: Germund B. Compuesto Pilit man limutin ang nakaraan, pilit man burahin ang nagdaan, pilit man sabihin ayos lang, ngunit sa tuwing ika’y nakikita, pintig ng aking puso’y nahihirapan, animo’y isang gabing walang hangan, puso’t damdamin hindi magkamayaw, aanhin ko ang pagkakaibigan, kung ang puso ko’y hindi maibsan, mga yakap at halik sayo’y hindi makalimutan, ngunit ika’y nakagapos sa nakaraan, ano ba ang kailangan sabihin, ano ba ang kailangan gawin, maaring mahal mo pa siya, nakikiusap ako hayaan mo ang Diyos ang magpasya, sa bawat gabi, aking pinag darasal, na sana’y mapawi na ang iyong kalungkutan, kung alam mo lang kung paano kita minamahal, minamahal kita ng hindi mo malalaman ang sagot, dahil minamahal kita higit pa sa mga sulat at linya, higit pa sa ibig sabihin ng pagmamahal, minamahal kita sa simpleng sagot na “Ikaw” walang labis walang kulang ang pwedeng sumaklaw at bumitaw…

A letter

A letter by: Germund B. Compuesto Sir each and everyday in my life I always asked why did you give people the gift of freewill when it is the reason why people suffers. You should have given us the concept of fate because people are irresponsible enough that they can even hurt others because of it. Yet you also gave the concept about faith were people hang on to it while they’re suffering. I am not questioning your power because you created me. I also hate the concept of being controlled, but I would rather believe in something that I know I’m destined to be than believe in something you don’t even know what lies beneath the path you’re taking. I would always wake up in the middle of the night going to a work that makes you deteriorate because of the emotional, mental and physical stress you’re going through each and every day on the job. Yet I always think the concept of fate and faith binding each of my co-employees to their seats while they swallow up their pride to those obnoxious callers that curses them until their souls are stripped down from their body. God I guess the concept of freewill conveys to overwhelm on the sense of compassion to people. Lately i met this sweet girl; she likes to laugh and tell stories. I think you always met her every Sunday because she always makes it to a point that she visits you on the seventh day. She cares about her friends and loved her family more than everything. She is a thoughtful person and a lovely daughter. I know she is strong and she can bare all the burdens of life. But how I wish you gave her a little compassion not to experience the pain she going through right now. I’m not asking you to have a depth of gratitude to those people, who honors you. An emotional credit is so good to be true, just a little time to be insensitive while they’re in pain. How I wish you gave everyone the power to read minds whenever they wanted to find out what other people thinks. So that people will have a great understanding and harmony with each other. It is more painful when you don’t even know how a person thinks and all you can do is to wait for the worse things to happen. God! How I wish every people who get hurt would have this controlled feeling of shutting down the pain and be desensitize while they’re on the stage recovery. One thing for sure…. People who get hurt can also hurt others without realizing that they are doing it. It hurts like hell that your silent cry is unheard and nobody knows about it.

I dont want a memory

I dont want a memory by: Germund B. Compuesto I do not own you, nor tell myself that your mine… I guess the whole point on why I’m around is to make you happy in times of your sadness, wipe your tears when it keeps falling down on your cheeks. Maybe the reason why I choose to stay is because of selfless love. I may not trully understand the meaning of being selfless but one thing I’m pretty sure at... I always make it to a point that you will always be happy at the end of the day, fill out those incomplete shards of memories that you’re trying to erase, and help you pick up those pieces of yourself that was thrown down in the drain. I may not the perfect guy you’re looking for, sometimes my shoelaces are untied, I forgot things frequently and my room is a mess. I made mistakes or let’s just say I AM the maker of it. I wear petty clothes and tattered jeans. Sometimes I’m a nuisance to you as what you’re always saying when you’re mad at me or telling the word “kid” if you wanna annoy me. But at the end of the day we always jive and sway and do crazy stuff, criticize things like “whats wrong with the picture” type of conversation. I may not be an editor-type-guy that could impress you with just one stroke of the hand and can make a beautiful write-up, or a publisher coz I’m not fond of reading books, yet enjoying watching films, I may be childish and naïve at one point, hence I will be the guy that will make you laugh in times of your agonizing memories, your serenity in times of your resentment, or give you a lift in times of your futile day moments. Even if I cannot hold your hand for a long time nor give you flowers and chocolates or say those three words but seeing you moved on is fulfilling to me. You’re too good to be true in my life that I even forgot those two words that I should be aware of, “reality check.” Maybe that is the reason why at this point in my life I would always believe in faith. Coz it’s the only way that I can make myself assure that i won’t lose you in the long run. If you could only see that I’m learning a lot from you like making me forget peter pan and become captain hook in my life and I’ve come to a point where I realize that patience is precious and being still is different from doing nothing. Yet, each and everyday that I’m with you, each and every minute that you make my world stop each and every time we create something to remind of scares me a lot. I don’t know if the day will come and everything will just only be in a memory, a concept of something that you cannot touch, hear or see and you could only use it when you’re in a trance of feeling it. I don’t want you to dwell in my mind, feel in you my heart nor just see you in my dreams, I don’t wanna miss the way you smile, the way you eat, the way you cross your legs, the way your stare, the way you tease me, that way you make a smurf, the way you snob, the way you roll your eyes, the way you comb your hair with your hand, the way your speak, the way you close your eyes, the way you bite a bread, or tickles me when were crazy. Especially, nothing can ever replace the way you sway and God knows how much I love your scent, the way I touch your hips while we walk, or putting your head unto my shoulders, I don’t want these just to be in a memory.

Pseudo-Relationship as what I understand

Pseudo-Relationship as what I understand By: Germund B. Compuesto Pseudo-Relationship… in my 24 years that I’ve lived in this earth I can’t even say or explain how it feels. But one thing for sure…. It is like a purgatory between heaven and hell or I guess it is a limbo. For those people who don’t know limbo, it is the world of ghosts that kept on waiting for the heaven to open up until they are being judged. Well… I guess the word pseudo- relationship was born in there. Whoever invented this kind of concept is either a sadist or a masochist; I mean… who the hell would invent the concept of being like hanged in the air. It’s like you are in the middle of heaven and hell waiting for glory or despair. How I wish I could talk to the person that invented this word. As what I could define it… it’s like you’re in a relationship but you’re not… a feeling of being romanticized but there is also a feeling of being left. A no strings attached thing and at the end you might end up hurting each other. God knows how much it hurts, how much it kills your mental status. But it is also a way to enjoy life coz you will be deprived with sleep while thinking about the person you’re so hooked up while you don’t even know what she is thinking. I guess it is a feeling of being crazy. I mean who the hell want this kind of feeling of being hanged in the air while your feelings are so extreme that you can’t even know what to do with it. The feeling you wanted to kiss her but you cannot, the feeling of you badly want her in your life but you can’t even touch her hand and worse… if you’re going to talk about getting into serious-type-conversation, may the angel falls down or the devils went up but saying I love You in a Pseudo relationship is an Effing capital sin. I’ve had more than ten relationships in my life but this kind of crap doesn’t deserve for a couple or lovers that wanted to test their faith from it. There is one thing that I perceived for this concept; it is “Hypocrisy!” Im sorry for those people doing this kind of concept but playing with something you cant even see or touch is something outrageous. The feeling of being loved by someone can only be appreciated but it can never be defined nor explained. Call me an asshole, a mistaker, a warfreak or fucked up but I know that love can never be played around. Especially when you felt getting hurt and all you can do is cry in the middle of the night, enduring those nightmares, and inevitable tears and you cannot do anything about it but only watch while you get hurt and she gets hurt.

I wish never had that drink

I wish never had that drink By: Germund B.Compuesto It’s been two weeks now and I can still feel the regret. Now you’re feeling cold to me and I can’t blame you to feel that way. If I could only turn back the time and do it all over again, ill hug you while you were crying and feeling horrible. I wish never had that drink to ease my pain, ease the feeling of slowly piercing my heart while watching you cry. Those memories that cut my sleep in the night and there is not even a second nor a minute that Im dreaming the time you were looking for me to seek comfort while I was just thinking about myself drinking to forget the way you cry, the way you look at me with a deep suffering from your eyes while your tears fall down from your cheeks. I know you don’t understand why, but I just can’t stand looking at you while I can’t do anything to make it stop. Every time you tell me you don’t have to do anything to make it stop, it even hurts like forever doing nothing but stare the way you suffer from your past. Until now I’m still feeling that greatest regret in my life and i really wish I never had that drink. Each night that I sleep, it cuts my peace of mind hoping it was all just a dream. If I could only turn back that night and pretend that it didn’t happened. If this was all a dream how I wish someone would wake me up coz ill do everything right now to escape this trance, begging to anyone to get me out of this guilt, this unfathomable pain. Worse of all.. You’ve change that way you look and stare at me, the you speak, the way you treat me, the way we jive, the way we care each other and worst, the way we treat each other like nothing special happened. It even hurts like hell when I cannot even hold your hand, I cannot even stare at your straightforwardly and even cry at your shoulders which I needed the most right now. Please bring me back from those laughter that is sweeter than a honey sap, bring back those happy thoughts that could even stop our time while we get crazy day outs. God please turn everything back when I was fixing her bad hair day. Turn it all back from the time I was kissing her so pure that no can could even imagine those poured out feelings of care, and unconditional love. Let me stop the time for a thousand years and contain it with romance again. I can no longer bare the feeling of demise without her as I ease my silent cries and sleepless nights. I wish I never had that drink, I wish I never had that drink, I wish I never had that drink! It’s like a poison eating my heart inside out while I just watch her pass by pretending everything is fine.

Isolate

Isolate by: Germund B. Compuesto Died in reality born in fantasy, it’s like a heroin that makes you addictive. A trance of a never ending memory caged by laughter and tears, going back the way it used to be isn’t an option to see. Stricken by pain and swallowed by numbness it partakes. The sun no longer embrace me yet the moon always forsaken me. Pain is a state of mind that you couldnt neither shut off nor be restrained. Hence the memories lurk by bounded promises and never letting go can only be seen in fantasy. as i shed my tears and made me into a full metal heart is only i can convey. I could only have you in my dreams while laughing and crying as i remember those bonds we’ve made. Goodbye is the only thing i can say, pain is unbearable, cuts like a knife slowly piercing each and every moment i remember. Wishing everything could shut down, like a manual reset of those mistakes and regrets. Regret kills every dreams, every strength every smile every goodness, everything that makes you sane. In every demise, there is truth and vindication, in every demise transforms everything. Swallowed into the dark hanging by a thread with a cross on the right hand and a knife on the other come what may. Hoping the he sees below each and every pain that never ends the suffering. Everything is almost gone until there’s nothing left in my heart. Pain and regret is never the answer yet it was given through mistakes.

Nothingness

Nothingness by: Germund B. Compuesto i have nothing say coz words are just to hard to come out, saying okay and fine is all ai can say, and without a signle noise my minds gone blank each and every day, i no longer think and leave it all to come what may, no words could pursuade the depth of my demise, isolates reality turning into a dream, i've been dreaming every moment, every minute, without closing my eyes to sleep, while trying to get aq hold of my grip, from losing myself to losing my soul, each and every second that i count, each and every blink that i make, eating up hatred and regret i partake, compassion and love i forsake, everything's change, evverything's unsaid, everythings fake, everything's unseen.

kamatayan sa katahimikan

kamatayan sa katahimikan by: Germund B. Compuesto kailan ba ko matatahimik sa aking pagiisip, kailan ba makakamit ang kawalan ng pighati, ninais kong lumayo at mawala, ngunit hindi pa rin maibsan ang pagkawala, wari'y tadhanang napaglalaruan, wari'y kalungkutan tanging kaibigan, natuyo't na ang aking mga luha, sa iyong paglisan sa walang hangang pagluluksa, sa bawat patak ng pagsisisi, sa bawat kirot ng damdaming kailanma'y hindi makubli, kailan nga ba makakamit ang katahimikan? sigaw ang suntok sa buwan ng kawalan, kailan nga ba ako namatay sa kalungkutan? masaya sa harapan ng marami, kamatayan sa tuwing pagiisa at pagkukubli, hindi ko na marahil mabilang kung kelan namatay ang aking puso, animo'y isang dagok ng pagkakasala ang pagsasaya, patawad sayo o aking sinisinta, hindi ako naging mabuti ngunit pagkukulang ang inala'y sayo.