My favorite word

Every key types away
another cold empty night
in the jealous dark I shiver
as silence pierces my heart
you go without saying

Loneliness paints my face
with the screen's cold light
but your broken whispers
keep my lips warm
you go without saying

You are all I could ever write
with every letter I become alive
as I hold your soft sighs
in the palm of my hands
you go without saying
you are
my favorite word

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Wala lang. I'm still here at the office at this ungodly hour, because we've been experiencing network problems and I need to be on standby once everything's back up.

Oscar Wilde wrote that every bad poem was borne out of genuine feelings. Like when people are hurt, or when people are in love, they try to express themselves in words, but they never quite make the reader feel the same feelings that they are feeling, hence the "badness" of the poem. I guess that's where bad poets differ from the good ones.

I wish I were a good poet, so that I could be able to post a better poem than the one I just did.

Better yet, I wish I were actually in love, or heartbroken, or feeling something instead of just feeling so goddamn numb all the time; at least then I'd have an excuse for posting my crappy poems here.

- posted by jaemark @ 3/10/2005 03:35:00 AM