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Friday, 16 July 2010

  • Solution

    I am in misery

    haha well no one else goes on xanga anymore. And I stopped writing poems because of lack of inspiration. The inspiration I had was love and seeing how I haven't met anyone new yet, I'm no where close to picking up a pen and scribbling stuff down. But since there's drama shit on tumblr, I'm not going to expose myself to the public. So here it is, xanga. Whoever still goes on this website.

    Well, for the past few days. I've been walking around in my imagination. No, really, I lay down and stay there completely still imagining a place where I can think. For probably the 2nd time or 3rd time, I'm slowly but surely losing my mind and self control. I need friends to distract me. but unfortunately everyone seems to be busy and I can't vent these thoughts because well, as I said, everyone seems to be busy. I'm desperate and confused for someone to listen. Telling my family isn't a option since they most likely won't understand and it's just plain awkward.

    But basically saying that my imagination is soon going to drive me to the brink of chaos with my mentality. haha. There's nothing special to do at home so for entertainment, I envision myself yelling at people and what I hate about them. The most fun I've had in a while. Well, maybe someday I'll just burst out in anger and frustration and just own everyone around me. I know at one point, everyone wants to do it also. Stupid idea, I know. haha.

    Well that's all for now, I miss pillow talking, I miss holding hands, I miss kissing. Eh, I just miss having feelings for a woman in general. I'll meet someone eventually, I just get impatient sometimes. haha.

    I am in misery

Wednesday, 27 January 2010

  • GO

    The moment I walked into the room was the moment I cringed
    Like a baby cat curling up into a ball from the cold
    Life seized to exist to me anymore
    Time froze, it felt like a millenium walking to you
    And I was eternally looking at your body

    Wanted to cry but nothing seemed to come out
    I was numb, I felt nothing
    At that point, all I wanted was to feel pain & sorrow
    Hovering over you felt endless
    Why? Why now?

    If Jesus came from the dead then, why can't you now?
    There I sat with you cold winter hand grasped with mine
    Taking in all the heavy grief I could humanly swallow
    Though to myself how God could be so shallow
    A few months ago you were here & then poof; you're gone

    Felt like I was stabbed in my heart
    And my soul was left to decompose
    Imagining & replaying your screams of agony before you left
    It echoed in my ears continuously
    And there I was lying to myself that I was happy

    The last thing you grasped onto was a cross with Jesus nailed onto it
    I just wished you had grasped more life into you
    Medicine pills were collected over your room
    Your dead presense devoured the living essense out of me
    Without knowing it, a part of me had died

    The sight of you left everyone else's sprirts in crutches
    And then there I was, the only breathing being in your room
    Just me and you alone to talked
    I talked out loud as if you were still there
    A breeze rolls through the window & I felt God hovering over the both of us

    Finally, some of the most depressing tears drip down my eyes
    All I wanted was you to wake for just one minute
    There was so much I wanted to convey to you one last time
    But you never open your eyes so I kissed you on the forehead
    Said, "I love you, I miss you, God better take care of you, goodbye..."

     

    Your funeral brought the whole family together
    I sat down throughout the whole session looking at your body in the casket
    Baskets of flowers surrounded you
    And you looked absolutely beautiful in the whole scenery
    You found home, you found the Good Life

    Then I went up to the microphone in front of your crowd
    I said a few verses in the book of Luke
    Stuttered at the lines I tried to say clearly
    But it was too hard to speak with you lying right beside me
    Walked away from the stand knowing that would be the last day I would see you

    Service had ended & I spent my time appreciating you one last time
    They closed the casket along with your light
    Without you alive, there seemed to be only darkness
    My life was so broken to put it back together
    And truth was, I hated God...

     

    I lost it when I attended C.I. 2009; there was just too much pain for me to contain. But I renewed my faith and I came back to trusting in God. I had made a promise to never let you down, and in order to do that, I became happy. Your death only made me stronger and now I can feel your kiss on my cheek everytime I sleep. Somewhere, you're in heaven smiling at me right now, and I can't help but smile.

    I'm happy, I promise you.
    I'll never let you down, I promise you.
    I miss you.
    I Love You Aunty Vergy.
    Say "Hi" to God for me

    I found that your death was just another obstacle, not a dead end
    There's no point for me to stay in a sulking state
    So I just....Go

     



     

     

     

Sunday, 24 January 2010

  • Finally Founded

    "Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning."
                
    -Albert Einstein

    Why is it I seem to cry easily when I'm alone?
    Oh, I have the answer to this

    It's not because there's no one here to hold my hand
    Nope, the last person who entwined their fingers into mine
    Was the last person that really altered the way I look at life
    Sure, she left me unexpectedly
    But what the fuck was I suppose to do?
    It's life for God's sake
    And excuse my cussing but it's my turn to speak my notorious words
    Besides, I love her more than I could ever promise

    I don't cry easily because my aunty & great grandmother are dead
    Oh no. Being the persistent guy I am, I made a promise to be happy
    I am happy, it isn't the saddest lie; it's the greatest truth
    My aunty was the closest person to a mother
    Happy that the last words I said to my great grandmother were,
    "Goodbye, God bless, I love you."
    So I have no regrets when I'm looking at their tombstone

    Maybe I cry because I'm afraid of the future
    That my classes might just become more difficult than it is now
    Drifting away from family and friends might be a contribution to the future
    College stressing might have me down in the gutters
    A girlfriend will break my heart
    Nah, the future is the inevitable and I'm fine with that
    Sure I am going to have bumps in the road but it's life
    Life is great, it's just the shit in it that's fucked up

    Let's see, Frankie crys easily because his mom isn't here
    She's not here to kiss him goodnight
    Or to make him brownies to relieve him from pain
    Nope, this doesn't fit into why I cry
    Learned to live without a mom to hold my hand
    Whatever doesn't kill me, only makes me stronger right?
    Well, I must admit, even the strongest man needs some loving
    Apparently, it's not here for me right now

    Alright, I'm going to come out with it
    Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm just a little bit unwell, maybe I'm just a little impaired
    But out of all honestly, I cry easily because I happy for one reason
    And that reason: I'm ready for love
    Don't look for love when you're lonely, look for love when you're ready
    And truthfully speaking, I'm ready
    Ready for commitment
    Ready to do anything
    Ready to experience the pain
    Ready for the criticism
    Ready to argue
    Ready to make her happy
    Ready to make "us" work
    Ready for the late night conversations that make me exhausted the next day
    Ready to love unconditionally

    That's why I cry easily, because I know that I'm ready for a relationship, for a girlfriend, for love....

    But there's one thing I'm not ready for when it comes to love: I'm not ready to explain how I'm feeling because there's not enough words to compose how I'm feeling right now about love. Who would have ever known; what I have been looking for all this time, has been right in front of me. All I needed was someone to point me in the right direction.

    So next time you think about me, don't worry, I'm doing just fine. Because I think I have just found love.

    Goodbye.

     


     

Saturday, 16 January 2010

  • I Say

    They say I'm too complex
    For simple minds

    They say my issues can't be comprehended
    But instead turned into stupidity

    They say I'm cocky
    When all I'm doing is pretending

    They say I'm an annoying kid
    Truth is, I'm an intelligent young man trying to supress pain

    They say my efforts will pay off one day
    Well, it may not, because they're not me

    They say I must love myself before anyone else
    I question, "What love is there left in me to give?"

    They say my aunty & great grandmother are in a better place now
    Then why is it pieces of me feel like they're still in pain?

    They say if I was more of a jerk to girls
    That maybe I would have a better chance

    They say time makes the heart grow fonder
    What if there's no such thing as time? That happiness makes the heart grow fonder

    They say life might just be a dream
    If that's true, then one day, maybe I'll wake up next to Her

    They say for me to do it alone
    Must move on without looking back

    They say mistakes make you a better person
    Why is it I'm still making the same mistakes over and over?

    They say to take a picture of them
    I'm always the guy taking the picture, never the one in them

    They say she just wasn't the one for me
    Then why do I seem to be the only damn guy who sees that she deserves better?

    They say we're living in the world of hell
    I always refer to Blu and I say, "We're just below the heavens."

    They say no one knows that heaven looks like
    Well, I believe we must imagine a heaven & that is what is recieved

    They say I talk to much
    When all I want is to say enough than not saying anything at all

    They say I'm a pussy when it comes to girls
    It's just that insecurity consumes me more than ever

    They say my poems aren't what they're looking for
    Fuck that. My poetry is an overflow of my emotions that are meant for feeling, not looking

    They say I'm wierd, dramatic, and awkward
    I'm just naturally misunderstood

    They say I'm an asshole
    When all I want to do is compromise

    They say I hide a whole other side of me
    And they're right, that other side is just too hard to show

    They say I can't keep a conversation going
    All I think about is what to say next, but I'm afraid of a negative comment

    They say I believe in too many things
    I believe I can believe in whatever the hell I want to believe in

    They say I complain more than needed
    Truth is that all I want to do is keep these emotions inside all the time

    They say I'm a regret they made
    When they're an amazing blessing to me

    They say a kiss will bring you to realization
    They're right, I realized so much, more than I could ever devise

    They say a lot of things about me
    Karma is right around the corner & I'm smiling all the way

    They say I'm nothing more than another guy
    I say, "I'm an ordinary guy with an extraordinary life; I'm Bryann Frankie Lucero Jr."

    I hope that this poem has made you accept my traits and aspects. It's okay if you don't, because as I said, I'm misunderstood. And if you ever give up on me or degrade me, just know that I don't care, because I definately know that I'll never go to your low level.

    Don't think this is all the things that go inside my head, not even close. When the day comes you want to know more about me, just ask me what you want to learn, I'll be more than happy.

    I'm happy, that's just the greatest truth, and I don't give a shit what anyone says. I'll smile because I deserve to, I'll be free because I deserve to, I'll keep trying because I deserve to, I'll be complicated because it's the person I am. One day, maybe I'll make sense to you, but I highly doubt that day will ever come.

    Since I don't care what they say, then why should you?

    Whatever.

    Peace, and much to you.

     

     

     

     

     

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