Lyrics

Honey why are you calling me so late
It’s kinda hard to talk right now
Honey why are you crying is everything okay
I gotta whisper cause I can’t be too loud
Well, my girls in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

It’s funny that you’re calling me tonight
And yes I’ve dreamt of you too
And does he know you’re talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don’t think she has a clue
Well my girls in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on
It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those wordsa it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
(And I never wanna say goodbye)
But girl you make it so hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Honey why are you calling me so late

~NO MORE~

in my lone nights,
i find myself lost
in a pool of blood,
where gore bubbles
up like aghast fog
carrying the smell
of sweet perfume

in my lone nights,
i find myself lost
in words scribbled
by a soul unmoved
by nothing else
except the sound of
your breathing from
outskirts, far away

in my lone nights,
i am led to believe
that i am the songs
playing repeatiously
like tortured chants
that come to rust by
centuries and numb
from the ticking of
time and of sanity.

in my lone nights,
i think of thoughts
mostly of shadows
blurred flood that
has come to rest on
the shore, my crust
of terrain, dim lit
cut off and unknown.

in my lone nights,
with you in my mind
a company like soul
itself finding its
own purpose through
the bleak ends that
fill me like smoke
dusted by your air.

in my lone nights,
I can breathe the
cold and passion of
poetry, desire and
of memories forming
lifetimes and a vow
of a point in time
when we ease our
knives and let down
our dellusioned soul.

in my lone nights,
I lay down to sleep
against many winds
that can’t touch my
mind of collosal
longing to have your
skin be flesh against
my soul, my blood, my own.

in my lone nights,
I am gone away in deep
dreams and landscapes
of monochrome colors
and dark occult images
I find you no more
I am saddened for there is
No more. No more. No more.

—

I also wrote this way back then (2004). Inspired by the song broken by seether. >< i love to write about stuffs like these. especially those that are painfully beautiful, bitter sweet and intolerably passionate…

~Something About You~

there’s something about you,
the needles that prick
on your skin, outwards
like sunshine at night.

there’s something about you,
obscured and as dark
as the eyes squinted
trying to see through.

there’s something about you,
the way you smile like
grotesque pieces falling
unto its wholer purpose.

There’s something about you,
your dark clothes and leather,
the mint of your smile,
and your untouchable facade.

there’s something about you,
as you look at me in melting
of the sun unto me-
heat, fiery and conspiracy

there’s something about you,
something soft and undescribable
makes me hold on your chains,
makes me wanna be on pit’s embrace

there’s something about you
the boy who lost his heart
and became a monster,
there’s something, I know there is…

—

i wrote this poem last July 12th, 2004

Within Me

—
i wrote this some time ago…

Perfection Parody

I used to swoon over that ideal kind of guy with this specific looks and irresistable personaility. He would come at the least as "comely" if not well-off and if he don’t have a fancy chariot. He doesn’t have to be too fairy tale-like but atleast I wanted him to resemble some teeny bopper’s mannerisms- being suave, playing instruments, stylish hair, some keen sense of fashion and a circle that is quite acceptably presentable. He should atleast be appreciative to my taste of music if he wouldn’t be able to play them. His background need not be from a clan with a prima dona treatment. He need not be spoon fed all his life nor does he have to be too flashy. He need not make me laugh all the time but I expected he’d make me smile. My ideal man would sit down with me and talk about my dreams, my interests and everything- and all these would have to immerse me, move me in ways that no other person can. And I would sense that he is too rare, precious and even striking that I would always fall hard wanting to spend moment with him.

I’d prefer a man who have strong family ties, a guy who’s not afraid to cry, who sits with me even when I want to be alone, who can make me smile just when I want to cry, who’d share to me things that I never before figured out.

If he would be sufficiently enough to be called as such, I figured he’d be more than what my expectation could be. Not that I got what I wanted as IDEALLY PERFECT, but I was lucky enough to get the one that was ideally real. Cause "perfect" could only be that shadow of doubt, that facade, that impression of what seems, of what is expected but could never really be. How can you say perfection exists? Do I expect to be happy with someone that is too fixated?

I came up with questions such as: which one sustains me to become a better person? Which spins my everyday into working? What makes me write and think about these things? What sense have I lost to make me unable to answer as such?

And when thought reasonably, anything can be answered for my queries except something PERFECT…

~ I Could Not Ask for More ~

Artist: Edwin McCain

Lying here with you,
Listening to the rain,
Smiling just to see,
The smile upon your face,
These are the moments,
I thank God that I'm alive,
These are the moments,
I'll remember all my life,
I found all I've waited for,
And I could not ask for more.
Looking in your eyes,
Seeing all I need,
Everything you are,
Is everything to me,
These are the moments,
I know heaven must exist,
These are the moments,
I know all I need is this,
I have all I've waited for,
And I could not ask for more.

Chorus:

I could not ask for more than this time together,
I could not ask for more than this time with you,
Every prayer has been answered,
Every dream I have's come true,
Yeah right here in this moment,
Is right where I'm meant to be,
Here with you, Here with me. . .

These are the moments,
I thank God that I'm alive,
These are the moments,
I'll remember all my life,
I've got all I've waited for,
And I could not ask for more. . .

Chorus:

I could not ask for more than this time together,
I could not ask for more than this time with you,
Every prayer has been answered,
Every dream I have's come true,
And right here in this moment,
Is right where I'm meant to be,
Here with you, Here with me. . .

I could not ask for more than the love you give me,
Cause it's all I've waited for . . .
And I could not ask for more,
I could not ask for more.