Category Archives: Story Poems

Chances

She walked away leaving me alone,
As we argue about things out of tone,
I cant stop her though I want to,
But our relationship is a mess you have no clue.
Its not always like this you know,
We loved each other, but love fades though.
Now there she is walking away,
As she yelled out “Goodbye Jay.”
I stood there silently watching her leave,
Thinking what I missed to perceive,
But there’s this one time when all was different,
The love, the thrill it was all sufficient.
What does love means when it fades,
How to pursue what is gone in shades,
Yet I can do nothing to stop her,
I don’t have a reason to offer.
We were happy once and it felt complete,
Oh those times when losing ain’t my defeat,
But flourished did our life together,
For which our love we both endeavor.
I sat on my chair crying and weeping,
Silently shouting “please come back my darling.”
I still love her after all this time,
Its time to hear our music’s chime.
I went out as I saw her slowly walking away,
Running towards her shouting “baby please stay”
Heck I don’t care what we argued lately,
I love you and I know I’m crazy.”
Love means that were together,
It doesn’t fade but to pursue it forever,
I don’t want to regret losing you,
For my hearts defines what is true.
She hugged me and cried,
As I told her the words abide,
“I’m sorry for all my wrong stance,
Lets start again, just give me a second chance.”

Table of Memories

Grandpa lets go we’re gonna be late!
Just a moment son please wait
Go on and ill follow in a little while
Ok grandpa I’m just gonna be near the aisle.
Standing here looking at that table
You wouldn’t believe our own fable
My friends and I used to chill here
Good old times holding a beer.
Our clown would be Ben, the noisy one
Full of jokes that bastard but its all fun
He always make fun of me, that asshole
Still that sucker is part of my very whole.
And the idiot is John
Or always acting like one
Every joke Ben say he will always get it last
He’s a fun lad and completes our blast.
The one so serious will be John
That one is part serious and part stubborn
No wonder he was always teased by Ben
Easily angered but a bestfriend then.
You know our alien Chris Wy
The one whos there but not there kind of guy
Weird but fun yet always have your back
Another piece of me which lack.
And lastly the guy with different girlfriends
Where every time he comes a number he lends
No other than Glen Fray Junior
Always in trouble when we were senior.
What fun we had in those days
With every problems we had our ways
Now I have the table we used to stay
The grass where we sometimes lay
Living long enough to see your loved ones die
To witness the truth of painful lie
But this demise may yet be a fate
Where I’m left alone with my self loving hate
Standing here looking at that table
Where we made our own fable
But tears fall down as I remember
That only memories live forever.

Last dance

Let me tell you my story,
Not the best but it has its glory,
It may not be the happiest,
But its not the saddest.
It all began when I was ten,
Listening to my teacher while holding a pen,
Then came a transferee from another town,
A young pretty girl from up and down.
I started liking her from that early age,
That’s just the start of my life’s page,
For I just witness an angel that caught my eye,
That one angel that doesn’t fly.
Her hair that is dark as chocolate,
And her eyes that glows incinerate,
And the thing I love the most of her,
Is her smile majestic as a panther.
One day when our teacher told us to pair,
I have no one but she offered her share,
I was so happy that time,
No words can describe nor rhyme.
We talked and shared our interests together,
As though for a long time we knew each other,
That priceless moment I will never trade,
The moment I went out of my shade.
The feeling inside me grew stronger,
Thus a heartbeat with her became faster,
Though it seems I’m just a friend,
But its better than a stranger in the end.
Years past when prom came,
I asked her but she’s not the same,
Silence is all she gave me,
That ache inside grew thee.
Prom came but I never saw her,
That night of sadness while I wander,
Then came her call as she told me,
They migrated without my chance to see.
No chats, no texts, no calls,
But still my love for her is like falls,
Pouring out without her knowing,
Deepest sadness and nights of crying.
I finished my degree with a job now,
Still loving her somehow,
That girl I fell in love since ten,
Asking myself when can I see her again.
Days, weeks years past,
I lost hope too see her cast,
I got a family and have kids,
Still I miss that girl heeds.
To cut my long story short,
I grew old and my wife died night forth,
My kids have kids and their family,
And I’m glad to see them happily.
But that’s not the end of my story,
Just some road of my life so curvy,
Then comes the day I walk in the park,
Sitting near that small wooden ark.
Just as I glance at her again,
Looking at the horizons den,
Yes she’s old but still got that majestic smile,
I stood up and walk towards the aisle.
As I stood near her she looked at me,
Tears run down her face as I see,
I hugged her for minutes I could not count,
I’m like flying in the sky with loves mount.
Then she told me her story,
For 50 years I have never imagined this glory,
We are old now and waiting to die,
But because I she’s hear its worth the cry.
We spent our day walking chatting and laughing,
Thus night falls and stars awakening,
As I held her hand and stood,
Looking at her eyes all in mood.
Lets have that dance 50 years ago,
It might be the last might not be woe,
For life express like a shadow lurking,
But love devours truly unending.

Night of Tears

Hey babe who would have thought
I’m still here like I’m being caught
it feels so good being together
but hear my tears oh forever.
do you remember the first time we met?
it was raining and we’re both wet
oh that feeling I will never forget
a twist of a fairytale I will never regret.
oh how amazing love can be
where both of us can see
what love defines echoes through paradise
a love worth having free of all lies.
yet love still answers to pain and demise
as we both heard that you have a cancer on the rise
yes we didn’t gave up didn’t we?
hopes did rise but blinded to see.
oh babe time runs fast if were enjoying it
yet slows down when in pain and demerit
but why does life be defiance of our fate?
to question the odds of what we hate.
those last words that came out of your mouth
those words id want to hear you shout
but thus life deceives happiness from sorrow
turning tables and hurts like a piercing arrow.
I want to shout I want to die
I want to stay with you I want to cry
why would life take you away?
why wont life make you stay?
all this pain and sorrows abyss
all our memories and goodbyes kiss
yet I’m alone like a flightless bird
all my shouts now left unheard.
babe why is fate so unfair?
why wont our fate even share?
living without you staring at your grave
wondering and asking why isn’t me on that pave.
fate have done the defiance my soul
left in pain as I struggle in whole
for what is known to live with un-beating heart
to just the cause of unrelenting start.

Tale of a Broken Prince

Have you heard the story of the broken prince?
The tale of love and torment since
The dawn of ages behold has come
The death of a man who once long gone.
There was a man, a prince I may
Head of the knight, handsome I say
He was the charm to all girls in the land
Though he’ll kiss only one woman’s hand.
A woman you say, yes she is
A lovely princess, a sight of bliss
In all short term, they fall in love
Two nobility like a white flying doves.
Though as glorious days have come to him
As sprung the news of the coming grim
A war declared to his prince’s might
The turn of events that would shed the light.
“I should go my love for I must lead our men”
I promise I’ll be back, I don’t know when,
Wait for me, my love wait for me”
The words of the prince as he departed thee.
Few weeks turn as plague arrives
Infecting the people few survives
But though of her title as nobility
The princess wasn’t exempted from deaths’ deity
Weeks became months and the princess got worse
Unable to run, unable to escape the curse.
“My love, my love wherever you are,
I’m sorry for this, it may leave you a scar
I love you my prince my forever knight,
Goodbye my love, for i can see the light.”
Night of the 23rd on the 8th month
Comes the victory of majesty’s realm
Here comes the broken prince
Walking in an empty street
With his heavy armor and bloodstained blade
He cast a shadow of teary shade
As he utter these words
“I came back my princess”
The last words of a dying prince.
Now this is the story of the broken prince
The tale of love and torment since
He may be broken and fate hates him
But he sure was loved and never forgotten.

The Girl Beside the Fireplace

My lonely Rose of everlasting song
She loved a man and once she long
On the fireplace she ought to sit
Feeling the cold nights heat.
As once my Rose she met a man
Handsome and such a soldiers son
He goes to sneak to her at night
Exactly 12 he’s in her sight.
They fell in love in such a time
Where war goes round unending chime
He promised dear Rosy that he’ll come back
To him she’ll write to keep her track.
But when war grew bigger he got his last
Poor dear Rosy naïve of her love
She kept sending letters for him to read
Unknown to what his empty heed.
Poor Rosy kept waiting now
Beside the fireplace she waits somehow
Hoping that one day he might come
Sad to see for her family and some.
Years after years dear Rose she waited
Night after night she write and quoted
With a peaceful heart she did her final piece
Her last letter for her lost love of bliss.
“My dear love for I have known
You won’t comeback and never will
but I write this last letter for you my love.
I am old and my days are numbered
We’ll be together again without death encumbered.
For I have waited and I will wait
For you my love, for you I will.”
My Dear old Rosy as she sent her final goodbye
Sat beside the fireplace with one little smile
My lonely Rose of everlasting song
She loved a man and once she long.

Perspective

There once a tale of 2 people
The brave soldier and the young terrorist
A story of inevitability
The perspective of injustice and contrary.
Soldier
Looking at my sons picture before I go
I’ll be back my love before you know
As I took my rifle and went ahead
For my family and country I led.
Young Terrorist
This is it, my first battle
I have no choice but to be their cattle
“Kill the infidels, for the glory of the above”
But why can’t we just live in harmony?
Is this our gods way of Symphony?
The torment of volition and liberty?
Soldier
With guns and bombs ablaze the scene
I hid with a heart pumping like a machine
I would certainly hope to see my family
I fight for them and for my country
If only humanity is within all of us
Why do you allow this my creator?
These turmoil and death, we suffer
Is life that useless for sympathy?
The torment of volition and liberty.
Young terrorist
With all the bombs and death I see
I hid behind a wall cowardly
As I peak and saw this brave soldier
I revealed myself and pointed my gun
As he looked me straight in the eyes
I saw my struggle and my pain
I saw my liberty and justification
A life given to devotion
He just stood there a watched
As I heard a gunshot from behind.
Soldier
I started shooting and began my advance
But though before me, I saw a kid
Holding a rifle pointed scared and shaking
I saw an enemy but not in his eyes
I saw myself, my pain and all my cries
I saw my liberty and justification
As an enemy behind him pulled the trigger
I felt a gun through my chest
And that kid ran towards me
I saw him cry
It’s not your fault kid
and it wasn’t mine either
See you on the other side
Young terrorist
I run towards him and held him up
I’m sorry, I’m sorry as I lay him on my lap
With tears and anguish I felt myself
He uttered some words foreign to me
I cried and cried as he did his final breath
Why is death becoming an inevitability
This injustice war of false ideology
As his friend rushed towards us
Pointing their guns at me
As I utter my final words
“Why are we fighting?”

The Last Note

I have seen him play
The grace of tune he may
The guy who made me fall in love
My little morning dove.
The musical tone he produce
The songs I always choose
For he have made me a passion
Pulling me out of isolation.
But oh my darling please play for me
The tone of love id gladly hear thee
Like a soul that touches my heart
Never an end and always a start.
As the note ended, and so did you
The silence of your instrument bled me through
Yet i am still trying to hear them
That one last note to be played again.
If I can bargain my life
Just to see you and hear you play
To touch you and feel you again
My darling, never would I say no.
Yet life is a fragile melody
But a beautiful played symphony
For i have been living in silence
Surviving with your absence.
I am still trying to hear them
Trying to cover the pain
Hoping and praying
For that one last note to be played again.

Long night

Breeze of winds as sun lays low

Seas calms under heavens oath

Like a steady leaf ready to fall

As peaceful chime of broaden streets

A tale of ones left to live.

A walk upon the cold breeze of a long night

Lies the golden tree of memories

There they found the hidden whispers

The gates of joyful tears

There I saw my beautiful Mademoiselle.

The nostalgic feeling of that lovely smile

Heavens gift with her clear brown eyes

As though I left my own reality

Yet there she is under the moonlight shine

Looking at me the way she used to.

Mademoiselle oh my Mademoiselle

As the night I long comes deep

I have seen you walk away

With silence and with haste you did

As I could do nothing to stop you.

But then as night ends its phase

I entered again in the place of painful obscurity

Waiting for the sun to be a mere shadow

For me to feel that aliveness I soar

As I have waited and will forever wait

That we will be able to be with again

My dear Mademoiselle.

The 18

Winds goes of fury might

In the house of fortress light

As explosion embraced the scene

Comes marching of the eighteen

When the strafe of bullets flew

And the blood covers the sky of blue

Let the fight covers unseen

Comes the marching of the eighteen

Bombs craze like a melody

As the reaper reaps demonically

Like a fountain of fallen kin

Comes the marching of the eighteen

As the enemy drew the knife

Beheading the four heads life

Let the shout he redeem

Comes the marching of the eighteen

Hours and hours in the abyss

As the soldiers gave the death kiss

When the battle ends has been

Lies the dead body of the eighteen.