Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Waking Up With A Broken Heart

by Oliver Castro

how do you teach a broken heart,
to love again?
how do you make it whole
and bear the pain?

the heart longs for the one
but is there such a thing?
the heart must be ready
for the pain love will bring...

how do you mend a broken heart?
how do you pick up the pieces?
you're all alone and she's happy...
it is not you she misses.

i loved her so
but she broke my heart.
my heart will never be complete,
she left and took the biggest part...

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Where's Pablo?

July 8, 2008 Update: I found it! I was looking through some old letters and I found it tucked in a Gibi shoebox. I'm so happy! I love this poem book and now I can read it again. Over and over again. :)

Dammit! I lost my Pablo Neruda poem collection!!! Can't seem to find it! Anyway, just wanna share my favorite poem of his:

Tonight I Can Write
Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through the nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

Monday, October 02, 2006

Quote Of The Day

Mommy She sent me an sms and I wanted to share it with you guys:

"Until one morning, I'll wake up and find I'm thinking about something else, and then I'll know the worst is over. My heart might be bruised, but it will recover and become capable of seeing the beauty of life once more. It's happened before, it will happen again, I'm sure. When someone leaves, it's because someone is about to arrive... I'll find love again."
-Paulo Coelho, The Zahir

Now I just hope, this holds true eventually for me coz I hate this feeling I have right now. I hate feeling this hurt. I hate feeling alone.
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