denied.

"the enquirers"

by sampedro.

this is the same old scenario
we have come to know and hate.
enter boy, seventeen, hopeless romantic,
dancing shoes on, ready for nothing.
enter the enquirers, effervescently.
the crew parades on over, dealt out neatly
into pairs, shuffles across the hardwood floor,
turns. one of them catches his eye.
they don't know what things are like
for him. they don't know how his life works.
they don't know their history,
what she has done, or not done,
or not thought through long enough to match
her confident reluctancies.
her whereabouts are questioned, and returned
with piteous frowning grin.
she could not come, he says. too bad,
they sympathize. their eyes divert
and not once more that night
is she discussed aloud. and yet
she haunts his mind, cringingly,
with installments of a disconcerting
dosage of illuminous chagrin.
fortified misfortunes were foretold.
boy discovers he can predict the future.

i don't wanna dance alone.
i don't wanna dance alone.

i am still going to wear the gold tie.

in other news,
it's not baseball !

i am to write another poem.
a great one.

logical theory

A hypothetical stance:

I claim we belong together.

If I am right,

assuming the existence of Fate or a similar driving force,

as is implied by the nature of the statement itself,

we will end up together regardless of my actions.

Thus, there is no point in trying.

If I am wrong,

it won't work out regardless of my actions.

Thus, there is no point in trying.

Destiny sure does eliminate any reason for ambition.

Sorta seems pointless.

step one

I say, "We need to talk."

She walks.

I say, "Sit down, it's just a talk."

She smiles politely back at me;

I stare politely right on through.

Some sort of window to my right,

as she goes left and I stay

right between the lines of fear and blame,

and I begin to wonder why I came.

'Let her know that you know best;

cos after all, you do know best.

Try to slip past her defense,

without granting innocence.

'Lay down a list of what is wrong,

things you've told her all along,

and pray to god she hears you.'

As she begins to raise her voice,

I lower mine and grant her one last choice:

"Drive until you lose the road,

or break with the ones you've followed."

She will do one of two things:

She will admit to everything;

or she'll say she's just not the same,

and I'll begin to wonder why I came.

Where did I go wrong ?

I lost a friend, somewhere along in the bitterness.

Again.

I'm breaking the habit.

& now, I fall back from a passion
onto an allergy.
and It feels so fresh.

arji:

I want to kiss you, but

I don't want to hurt you.

l'amour

I once knew a girl in the years of my youth,

with eyes like the summer, all beauty and truth.

In the morning she fled, left a note,

and it read:

thursday, revisited

Just a series of thoughts what have entered my headspace today (or recently).

When I get a license, I am going to be the guy who crashes because he was staring at some girl on the sidewalk. When I go out in public, I don't watch where I am going.

Speaking, I saw Bella at Disneyland. No surprise; she loves theme parks. She's changed her name, though.

And I rode the submarine voyage for the first time today. It was considerably impressive in its span of artwork.

Trust me, folks, global warming isn't your problem. It's wop.

I don't need you anymore. So can I have you now ?

I've changed my mind; I want to be an animator.

Diana wished me a happy birthday today. It's weird, because I've never talked to the girl before. (She's kinda cute, though, I guess.) It's a shame, really. I never really got to know her, and now there is only a month remaining. I wonder if I should say hello, before it's too late.

tears

Seventeen hours more; then,
seventeen no longer.
This is my very last day in this world.
I should make it special.
What should I do to celebrate ?

triplets in D

Stop stalling.
It is a yes-or-no question.
How long do you need to think it over ?

Stop playing games.
It's not fair of you
to keep wavering.

Just make up your freaking mind.
I am tired of waiting for a message
I am not even sure is ever going to come.

Can you be serious for once ?
When you say you're going to get back to someone,
DO IT.

I would rather you say what I don't want to hear
than never say anything at all.
It's so rude.

(I have a few more things to teach you.
Then it will be back to our regularly scheduled programming.
That means getting rid of your freaking essence.)

'cos there's no comfort in the waiting game.

somthing is missing

How did I lose

How did I offend

Why do I still miss

What did I do wrong to

Why am I so affected by

Why am I still torn up over

Why do I still cringe when I see

Why do I constantly dream about

When will I ever stop thinking about

I don't believe

I no longer trust

I just can't understand

Is it me ? Or is it

I don't want to see

I don't want to hear

I just want my mind to be rid of

Because I tried to be nice to

and work it out with

and in return, I only see

at

worst. I take back my heart. I take back my promises. I don't love

anymor. (And

you thought I was talking to you.) Stay away from

.

thursday

I will not be at school on my birthday, after the English test ends. So if you are planning anything, try to catch me during breaktime, or just do it another day. Thanks :D

sparks

Heaven cannot possibly exist.

I say this simply because life is beautiful.

Nothing could ever be more perfect than a life well-lived.

If I am wrong, and they give me a choice,

I will elect to stay.

"and we left our love in our summer skins ..."