being peotic

Back in the days, I used to write poems.. Well, it was back in high school and I was really into writing. The passion, I think it all started when during my English subject in 2nd yr high school, we were asked to memorize or even analyze a poem. I fell in love with it, I began to love reading and started to trully express my emotions thru writing. My first peom was by Elizabeth browning (sonnet 14). It was so lovely and inspiring.

I tried to write one, not a full pledge sonnet, just a simple poem. My motivation back then was, of course, my high school fling. But note this! It was NOT throughout the course of our 3 year all-apology, monotonous, boring, more often than not adventure together.. But it was when I already broken up with him, that is. (Weird ei?)

The poem was about reminiscing our past. I mean, yeah, I broke up with him, and I cared, I commiserated with him because I let go of our relationship.. So here it goes..

Do you still remember those memories we shared together.

The laughter’s and sorrows that I thought would last forever.

Now those times had gone by, just for a while..

My heart hurts and I find it hard to smile.

I feel alone and also feeling bad,

without you these days made me feel so sad.

I know that you feel the same way too.

Don’t worry, I care for you, trust me, its true.

But after making that short and consoling poem for him.. I’ve learned that a classmate of mine was flirting and was making her way through my ex’s heart. I don’t want to believe it at first because he was still distressing about our break up. But after a couple of weeks, DARN! They got together and started dating..

So I’ve made another one. Enthused by what they did to me. I wrote a poem of the fast pace of him having a new GF. Ouchie! A new girl friend after 2weeks, come on! That was back stabbing! (Not affected anymore, it was high school, believe me!). So I’ve decided to express what I felt after that appalling news. Here goes..

I still care for you come what may.

That’s what I’ve thought these past few days.

The love I have for you had gone by.

You’ve hurt my feelings now, because you lied.

Even though it hurts me as much,

this feeling for you, i thought will never last.

But to what I've learned, you're dating now,

What i felt, has vanished. How?

You’ve just changed my mind and feelings too..

Now I’ll hate you, that is what I got to do!

It’s your entire fault, you made me do it.

How dare you and I can’t believe it?

I’ll be happy for you, for now, forever.

Never ever do it to her, or else – WHATEVER!

my highschool stuff..

As I dug deeper into my stationary filled shoebox, I also saw some high school letters. If you were to see that box, it was categorized by envelops from a group from different friends, lower and higher batch retreat letters and envelop to just one person (a best friends bulk letters and junks of ex's... ). We'll write about that soon.. so watch out! LOL

It was also amusing reading those letters. I first opened the envelope with a J.A.M. written on the front. I paused for a moment and thought what those 3 letters stand for. Hmmm.. J.A.M.?? When I opened it, I saw letters from Abigail and Maricel. The ‘J’ there, it stands for Joy (which was a my preferred name in high school.. ELK!) Ha-ha-ha..

We were like the bestest of friends when we were in our first year. We were inseparable! Seatmates, lunch mates and chicka mates are we, almost every day of our first year lives. I sometimes drop them off their houses, especially Maricel because her house was just along the way.

Awww.. Those were the days. I hope to get in touch with them anytime soon and catch things up, bond again and reminisce the old days!!! Sigh! Probably set a JAM night! Ha-ha..