Him

Imagine a woman sitting on a couch and a man opening the door, with those heavy footsteps, he enters the room, towards the 5 1/2 people in the room.
All the time, she was looking at him, these are her thoughts:

There he walked into the room
Every step he took
Seemed like heavy years
In my heart being taken out

There he sat,
In front of me
I looked at his face
Memorizing every detail

Then I looked at his eyes
And I recognized
It was my true love

The one that had never come
Until that day…
The feeling was unexplainably beautiful
Just like his sad eyes

 

Him

On our way out

One day, I walked past a road
Then get stuck in a tunnel of black
Real black darkness,
Sadness, therein.
And on the mid-road of the tunnel
I saw those eyes speaking red
Glaring fumes of sadness in bed
I saw his empty chest; his heart being taken out
By a monster that had disappeared way past;
A memory which haunted his dearest heart
I reached for my heart; though still bleeding
And touched his face as I gave him my heart
With glimmering bliss;
And on that tunnel we walked out both
We felt the light beaming in our faces
Suddenly our breathe were warm
We felt life again.
Love was there again.
Love has always been there.
I looked at my chest, it was empty.
I had no heart. It was already his.
It was his, in the first place.

On our way out

Heal

Take me back to the time
When we would smile
And my mom would shoot you
And I would block the bullet
And I would hug your silhouette

And we would meet at the street
And you would say that I can pass by
And we would meet like we’ve never been hurt
Like we’ve never cried
Like we’ve never been wrecked

Take me back to the time
When the streets call my name
And you would drive at 2 AM
And there would be just the same
There will only be your name

And we would love like there has never been pain
Like we weren’t been two broken pieces
Trying to heal each other for so long
But afraid to go after our home
So I look out and see you walking pass by me

Heal

No Goodbyes

In another time
In another place
Maybe in another space
You will look into my eyes
I will see your face
And we will fall in love again

You will come and find me

I will look and see you
Our hearts will beat faster
This bond will be so much stronger
There will be no goodbyes
Just our hello and our smiles

In another time and place
We will meet and we will love again

No Goodbyes

“When depression pays visit”

When your old friend knocks
At your bright green door,
I hope you aren’t at home

When your old friend whispers his thoughts
And tells you to touch that blade,
I hope you don’t listen

When your old friend looks you in the eye and tells you
You aren’t enough;
You don’t belong here;
You cannot be loved;
I hope you don’t agree with him

When your old friend asks to touch your heart
And takes away every piece of feeling you have
I hope you won’t let that happen

In case all of these things happen –

I hope you wake up in the morning
Thinking things can still change
I hope you see beauty in everything around you.

Lastly, I hope the universe becomes kind enough
To embrace your damaged soul and broken bones.

“When depression pays visit”

“Then I realized, We were almost just the same – fighting the same demon, living in the same hell, dealing with the same enemy – the fear of being left alone, my dear. The desolation that comes after leaving. We were afraid of the same lonely nights. The terror of living in the shadows. We fear and fight both – with smiling faces and giggling laughter”.

Maybe love

Maybe love…

Maybe love is when you spend dinner with someone you love or maybe love is when you eat a hot soup in a cold weather with him by your side.

Maybe love is when you share an earpiece with him to watch your favorite movie or maybe love is when you hid your umbrella just to be under his’.

Maybe love is when you pretend to sleep at the bus, on the plane or jeepney just to get close to him or maybe love is when you struggle to stay awake but you fall asleep a minute after he said “it’s okay if you want to sleep”.

Maybe love is when you savor the moment you had that Saturday night – that chitchat you had with him while he’s playing songs on his phone or maybe love is when you want to tell him every inch of feeling you have for him but you were so awkwardly muted.

Maybe love is when you want to take care of him badly or maybe love is when you want to hold his hand and say “just hold on. Everything will be alright”.

Maybe love is when you lose yourself in .5 seconds at the smell of his perfume – even when he’s not around or maybe love is what makes your hands sway as parallel as his.

Maybe love is when you miss him so you count the days until you’ll see him again or maybe love is when you badly want to hug him every time you part ways.

Maybe love is what your heart longs for and what your soul craves, for too long now or maybe love is just around the corner waiting to be found.

So look closely. Don’t let love pass by. Hold her tight before she leaves, before she slips away. Tell him how you feel so he will not wonder –

Why your brain isn’t working properly lately; why you were smiling like an idiot at the thought of him; why you were always checking on him – to the point that he gets irritated on you; why you had those sudden ups and downs.

Maybe love can sometimes hurt but maybe love is worth the pain because you’ll never know when it comes, when it leaves; you’ll never know if it will come again; or maybe love is just as wonderful as he is.

Maybe love

The Feels

Dreams fall in your heart
Like mist roaming at night
Leaves fall like those tears
Some days, you will have to fear

But I won’t let them get to you
It’s like I can do so few
Dark days may be ahead
But the flame of my love will mend

Clearing the sky for you
So you can see through
You’re a unique soft soul
Wrapped in a stone

A fist so hard to resist
But can’t see its worth
You’re a gem so rare
That I so love to stare at.

 

The Feels

Sleep tight, little one
Let the clouds roll by
Let the time pass by
Don’t think you missed a chance.

You’ll soon be on that beautiful place
Where war and crimes do not exist
Where there is no conflict to cease
Where you will no longer worry or cry.

Where bombs do not exist and your heart explodes in happiness
Where you will drown only in joy and laughter.
Sleep tight, little one.
You’ll sure be in Paradise.

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Where is Lenanoid?

I’ve been wandering around.

Whenever I open my WordPress account, I check for new comments and likes and my feed. I check for new posts, mostly about whom I follow, about poetry, about art, and whatsoever topic comes to my mind.

I’ve had some “accomplishments” though. I was able to read three books. Such as:

  • Dracula
  • The Secret Life Of Bees
  • Time is a River

Aside from that, am able to watch several movies. But I surely miss writing as much as I miss my WP friends here. I’ve been swamped at work during weekdays that I miss having a life on Weekends.

There are some goals that I’m just trying to accomplish. Once I’m done, I’ll surely comeback. In case you look for me, I’m just around the corner 🙂

Lovelots to my friends and readers,

Lenanoid! 🙂

Where is Lenanoid?

I’m not in love

No, don’t look into my eyes
You might see the glitters
No, don’t look when I smile
You might see me lose my mind

No, don’t feel my heart
It’s a fear I hardly hide
No, don’t look at me
You might feel my heart beating fast

No, don’t be sweet, telling me take care
You know how you can take me to heights
No, don’t make me feel you miss me too
You know I’ve been dying to see you

No, don’t ever think I’m in love with you
Cause you know I’ll shut off as soon as you knew
No, don’t tell me you’re leaving anyway
You know how and why I’ll bleed everyday

(c) Lenanoid

I’m not in love