September 19, 2007

So here is another poem I have found, and to all those I went to uni with, I found my old Yellow Shirt manual, and it was on the back. So I wrote this in 1999, about 8 years past.

A smile for Heather


Confusion was the tool, and I was the world
She walked in, and looked at me, and it took hold
I had not seen it coming, she gave no clue
It was a whirl, to see the girl; to know what to do
She was fair as I could see
She was there, and more to me
And with a smile she took me.

Through a fevered haze, she walked along
In a tangled maze, she sang her song
And I was swept away, in storm and rain
It was the purest pleasure, the searing pain
She was laughing with relentless glee
She took flight on angels free
And with a smile she lifted me.

A touch, a glance, a ghost of a chance was given here
A sign, a trance, a stately dance of proven fear
Hesitation was my stature, ignorance was my bliss
Taken more often than not, was a door taken amiss
She was the light endlessly
She was the love adrift at sea
And with a smile she flew with me.

The heights of madness, the depths of insanity, she threw away
She was in my thoughts both night and day
Imagination was the world, and I was the sun
She took care free days, she was the one
She was the one who leaned on me
She was the one most markedly
And with a smile, she let me be.

Souls that touched was all I dreamed
For us, for one, was the world it seemed
I was there, with fears aside, and all to hide
She moved in, and held close, with arms out wide
She was the angel, that travelled above the tree
She was the one, who was one who startled thee
And with a kiss, she lay me down, and killed me.


Rommel Mallion

September 11, 2007

So I was cleaning out my pile of papers, and what nots after my move, and found some old scribblings that I did a while back. Now, some of these are like over five years old, and I was a lot more morose back then. And some of them, well realistically speaking, suck... But they're mine, so I think I may put them down anyway...

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life is never easy, and love is strange to feel
that all of our memories, are only ours to heal
Love, what cherish, the warmth I hold inside
and love is that moment, that makes me want to hide


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and then I said, " All my life,
I was never the pretty one.
All my life
I was always the second son."

but now I see, that you belong to me
and what it is that pains me most,
is that feeling that I have lost.


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Seriously, how I never ad my own LiveJournal account called "weepy weepy little boy", is beyond me...