tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41771964852128695262024-03-08T02:37:54.091-08:00xatimprezivedominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16566119569448762107noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177196485212869526.post-84687313378274576782011-04-01T21:47:00.001-07:002011-04-01T21:47:53.322-07:00Pick upuary 22, 2008 by <a href="http://exentrixx.blog.friendster.com/author/exentrixx/" title="Posts by exentrixx">exentrixx</a> | <a href="http://exentrixx.blog.friendster.com/wp-admin/post.php?action=edit&post=59" title="Edit post">Edit</a> <p>I stood there for a little while and thought about how things were getting done. Can’t really think of a word to say today but hope you’d learn to figure this out.</p> <p>I’ve been so worn out today, I haven’t had any good sleep for like four days and I miss so much of what you had to say about me snoring. </p> <p>I couldn’t actually tell what you were thinking those nights but I guess you had wanted to kill me for one thing, or could be the other way.</p> <p>I know it’s been too long for like we havn’t had much time together and I’m starting to get really worried. I had wanted to let you know that I’m thinking about you all the time.</p> <p>I go through all your work everyday and I don’t get much of a reply. I wait for you it almost everyday but nothing.</p> <p>The sun’s so up today and I could feel so much of my blood streaming out high from this coming weekend, but I could hardly imagine going through this all the time</p> <p>I guess you’re too busy </p>dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16566119569448762107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177196485212869526.post-48027203062802437012011-04-01T21:45:00.001-07:002011-04-01T21:45:15.052-07:00Closing inpril 28, 2008 by <a href="http://exentrixx.blog.friendster.com/author/exentrixx/" title="Posts by exentrixx">exentrixx</a> | <a href="http://exentrixx.blog.friendster.com/wp-admin/post.php?action=edit&post=61" title="Edit post">Edit</a> <p>I’ve been in my room for almost two days doing just nothing. I lay on my bed for most of the time thinking about what I could have done three years from now.</p> <p>I’m puzzled to have cared so much about tomorrow without having to let go of the past… I know it’s funny.</p> <p>I smile every time I think about how wonderful yesterday was, there were too many people who made it so interesting, and I’m losing them one by one.</p> <p>I Could start naming names for once but I don’t think it would help anyhow.</p> <p>I guess I’d probably need to move on. sigh…</p> <p>this sucks, </p> <p>I don’t ever want to grow up!</p>dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16566119569448762107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177196485212869526.post-46903511416728685032009-05-18T10:44:00.001-07:002009-05-18T10:44:44.347-07:00somewhere in timeI left without even saying a word last night. I knew I had gone out the door unoticed so I turned to look at you the last time, and I saw someone else. I remembered the first time I saw your face, you were much too different then that I could imagine.<br />You were never the same person that I used to know. I never thought it would have come this far, and what I feel is what I should never tell you at all. <br />I finally had the courage to close the door behind me, picked up myself and stood strong in what I had always believed in. "It had always had to end this way I know." <br />I’ll have to do what’s best for both of us,<br />Making you happy was all that I ever wanted but I didn’t think I’d be helping you anyhow. <br />I took a cab on my way home and thought about you all the time. I reached for my phone to see my messages and kind of hoped one of them had to be from you…<br />It wasn’t.<br />I guess this is how it is when you’re on top of everyone, and I knew somehow this was going to happen. But I had no idea I’d be one of those brushed aside.<br />I hope there would come a day you’d understand me, then will come a time when I won’t have to say goodbye like I am saying today.<br />Take care.dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16566119569448762107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177196485212869526.post-36698498632487966162009-05-18T10:42:00.000-07:002009-05-18T10:43:07.263-07:00ODE TO FORGIVINGThen, I saw the light above my head, to descend upon me the courage to embrace the quest for truth. I felt the fear of every man uproot my heavy heart, for no man shall put down his look upon my fate. I shall face the darkest fear my father has ever known, and chase away every enemy known to faith. I shall be with him until the end, with my soul ever so enduring to punish those who have wronged him. I shall strike down what ever hope left to those who had gone without a curse, for I too have been cursed unjustly.<br />I then promise to return from where my pen retires, but then that day will come, falls my last foe. I gather not the hatred for I have forgiven long before the saints could judge me. Bear this, I will bow down to accept their verdict, what ever comes, I’ve made for the love of a son to a father.<br />Be it done then, this dream…. this night mare will not be over, I have come to realize that a question you ask could not be answered. No preacher could ever explain, therefore why care to ask? <br />A curse then is a curse I accept, for no matter how your heart desires, it will always be upon you, and then will be upon me.<br />From this day forth, my heart will stop.dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16566119569448762107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177196485212869526.post-14609112323288858202009-05-18T10:41:00.000-07:002009-05-18T10:42:12.407-07:00moonlightI know that I had been away for too long now and I could still remember the day I had promised never to return, a promise that I had always wanted to keep for myself and for others who I have not understood.<br />I had prayed many times to forget so many things yet had held on to many memories about everyone. And maybe I haven’t really forgiven myself, I guess the days are over and I had wanted to be back home.<br />I had felt the rain touch my skin last night as the night had been so cold as ice that I had forgotten how it was and how I had wanted to keep away.<br />I had clenched my hands and had closed my eyes only to feel that I may have been all alone. I would never have wanted to run away again.<br />if home was near again.dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16566119569448762107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177196485212869526.post-70568501608729362802009-05-18T10:25:00.000-07:002009-05-18T10:26:17.964-07:00greatest pieceI held my hands up towards the sky last night and prayed that I’d finally hear the right melody to help me write this over again.<br />So many things to think and talk about but so very little time to write things down. I took one last look at your face and I remembered the same way I felt the very first day I met you.<br />It’sfunny things can change the way that you don’t expect them to. Me writing this one out and, you would never have had the chance to read just one line of how I’m going through this time.<br />I can hear every last note that the song has played, and it’s funny I know how it would always end but can’t ever seem to figure out how it all began.<br />I can tell you some bits and pieces of how it feels when you listen to a song that not many people care to listen to anymore.<br />Perhaps it’s sad when you’ve done your best when no one actually ever tried to understand. I hope I’ve never done anyone wrong this time. It’s become too clear for me , but it’s too hard to ever accept it all together.<br />I may never remember how it was a long time ago, but if ever I do, I’d hope I’d never hear this one last piece ever again.dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16566119569448762107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177196485212869526.post-25550847627218311052009-05-14T13:02:00.000-07:002009-05-14T13:03:15.536-07:00only this timeAnd so there we were, for the very last time lying close to each other. I had held your arms as you had mine, and somehow I felt this was going to be the longest wait I would have ever imagined. <br />Your eyes were still beautiful, although I feared that this may be the last that I am ever to see it. Those many nights that I've often wondered how I would become to ever be without you, and I guess somehow we both new the end was coming.<br />Am I to close the door of which you have left open?<br />Tonight I look at the stars and I see nothing, I feel only my heart and my heart alone would have been enough to remind me of how weak it is without you in it.<br />You know that i have only to wait for what ever comes out of your lips and I would be alive again. Send out the message and I would be whole again - and so I wait to hear your sweet voice and wait to see the sad look upon your face.<br />Perhaps this is the last of which I am to write about, I thank him so much for having brought you in my life.<br />It's the old song again that I'm hearing, only this time will be last that I am ever to sing with it and will hold on to a promise never to hurt ever. <br />Yes, until the melody drops, I would never say again for you will be my last.dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16566119569448762107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177196485212869526.post-85889821183843935452009-03-07T17:40:00.000-08:002009-03-07T17:42:27.985-08:00"when things don’t turn out right”<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">there I was sitting right next to her that early friday morning. It didn’t feel like she had been around for sometime now. We both had been too busy with almost everybody around asking us how things were finally going now that we’ve started to patch up after twenty something years. It’s been almost four days and I don’t think I’d been able to connect to her somehow. I know I tried and others have too.<br />She went to bed and so did I and hope to kiss her goodnight like she always did when I was a lot younger. She stopped me there for a moment and said she didn’t feel it was right and I then hesitated to ask her why, <br />“I was too old for that ” she uttered. I gave her a smile then afterwards leaned backwards to show her I was okay. I guess she didn’t realize how hurt I was that very instant.<br />I got up and reached out the door on my way out the room to find someone else to talk to. But I didn’t have much luck then, so I went out the house like I always do - just to think things over.<br />I guess having to buy a one way ticket coming over here was just the smartest thing I ever did.</span>dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16566119569448762107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177196485212869526.post-83876623887598736402009-02-27T23:58:00.000-08:002009-02-27T23:59:06.793-08:00still<span style="font-family:courier new;">I took off without even saying goodbye I know. I figured I’d be breaking my promise all over again anyway. It was enough that I had seen you after a long time already but I guess that didn’t really mean anything did it? It’s funny, it all feels like nothing really happend and things haven’t really changed much I guess. It’s probably going to stay that way for a couple more years.<br />I don’t hear anybody else complaining so why bother? I didn’t even expect things to turn out a little bit right for the last few minutes that you and I talked. We both wanted to talk to each other I know but I couldn’t understand why something had kept you from doing it more. I had needed you for once in my life I knew I couldn’t live without you, but I guess you’ve proven me wrong all along.<br />Yes, I probably cried in some point, but who doesn’t? I’m just not too shy of wanting to let others know how I feel, and I guess I wanted to tell you that there’s a lot more from where it came from.<br />Now all I can do is sit back, relax and be my old self again and be misunderstood for the rest of my life.<br />maybe , I too have just misunderstood the both of you</span>dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16566119569448762107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177196485212869526.post-5533291993629715742009-02-27T23:51:00.000-08:002009-02-27T23:55:38.890-08:00mandoll<span style="font-family:courier new;">I turned to where the lights were and found only worn out pictures of me in it and it’s funny I never found yours.<br />I kept looking all over again hoping to find you in them but there never was, and I guess somehow, I’ve finally given up the search.<br />Things would never be the same now that I’ve moved on I guess. From where I am now is a place that hurts but is a place that forgives, and I for one have learned to forgive. Something that you’ve yet to discover for yourself.<br />I hope you’d learn this well enough before even time runs out, I’m most certain time waits for no one exactly no matter how hurt you were, or how hateful you’ve become. <br />I’m hoping you’d figure this out before we come to our senses.<br />goodnight and thank you!</span>dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16566119569448762107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177196485212869526.post-32432048338379908682008-09-22T03:27:00.000-07:002008-09-22T03:28:29.825-07:00the lights down<div class="entry"> <p>I wanted to share this last piece before I went ahead and turn the lights down, tonight would have probably been the last straw of what was holding us together. Even the coldest nights would have never been enough to set things free now that I’ve lost my precious.</p> <p>Somehow, I could only wish for things to become forever, and I for one could attest that now is probably the perfect time to realize the end is sometimes a beginning. And I find it hard to believe that I’m forced to accept another song ending.</p> <p>I would like to cross this path someday and never wish to remember any of these. Like a song that has never been played again, a song that was once heard of for many years ago and I wish I’d never had remembered any of it, not a single note.</p> <p>I hope to wake up again and realize that all was just a bad dream and that you never really did exist.</p> <p>Or maybe you just never really did.</p> </div>dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16566119569448762107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177196485212869526.post-34067667776533677922008-09-14T20:03:00.000-07:002008-09-14T20:07:03.051-07:00to a perfect strangerHi...<br />I didn't get your name last night but I wish I had. It happened all too fast and I wish I hadn't been to caught unaware.<br />I noticed you around but I didn't really care to make any conversation because I didn't know what to say.<br />I knew you were staring at me but I didn't know what it was for. How could you have done this without even explaining . Now you got me all too sleepless.<br />I pretended to not have noticed but when I turned to you, you smiled at me and I couldn't help but notice those beautiful eyes. That Sweet smile...<br />This is the first time I've felt this for the past eight years of my life... I never knew you'd throw this at me like this and I didn't even get a name or a number.<br />But I thought who cares, maybe I'm just Imagining and none of this were ever real. I turned again to look at you the second time and there you were smiling still.<br />I panicked and told the driver to pull over, I hurried out the jeep and tried desperately to convince myself that none of this were ever real. I can't have you anyway, and If I did... You were just going to make my life miserable.<br />I didn't want to go just yet, I wanted to get your name... I wanted to talk to you.<br />When the Jeep went off I turned to look back to see you, and there I saw you smiling even more. The sweetest smile I ever saw.<br />Who ever you are... Thank you.<br />I wish I could see you again.<br /><br />orginal post last September 09, 2007 from <a href="http://www.exentrixx.blogs.friendster.com/">www.exentrixx.blogs.friendster.com</a>dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16566119569448762107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177196485212869526.post-52719794698860263972008-09-14T19:51:00.000-07:002008-09-14T19:59:09.145-07:00This letter goes out to the one I’ve always lovedYou were always like an old song that I keep for myself. So mysteriously played in my mind no matter where and what I'd do. We both have been so alone and I guess some of us might have thought it's over<br />You know i'd never let go, but you just had to find a way to get through to me, I probably can't play your game because I won't be able to understand you anyhow<br />neither can you, If you ever want to talk, you know where to start.dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16566119569448762107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177196485212869526.post-33040240873962050252008-07-22T21:10:00.001-07:002008-07-22T21:10:44.662-07:00Somewhere in time IIWhen everything is over I hope it'll be much easier to accept than it is now. I know it's never too easy to finally forget something you've always longed for, and when it finally came to you, you realize everything was too good to be true. <br />Then you start to accept things the way they are, and that you just had to let go. Keeping you here was never the best idea I had in mind, it was what I felt was good and that was all I ever cared for. <br />I know I've learned my lesson well now that I've lost you, but then again, I know you just had to do what was right. You just had to do what everyone else had expected you to do.<br />Now I only have myself to look after, In a few years maybe, who knows, I might have found myself peace like never before. I might have found the things that had been promised to me for so long that I had forgotten what it was.<br />Like an old song that's never been played long enough for some people to remember, I remember how it used to play and how it used to make me feel. But I was young then, now I could hardly tell the words apart from it. I'm forgetting how it all started, but I know exactly how it would end.<br />I won't have a story to tell you anymore, this will be the last you will ever heardominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16566119569448762107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177196485212869526.post-64408557570709760582008-07-22T20:57:00.000-07:002008-07-22T21:00:14.771-07:00How it all started<div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"><span style="color:#663333;">I didn't really get to explain a lot when I had her on the phone. I felt like I had a lot of things that I had to tell her and I didn't exactly know where to start.<br />I hung up after realizing she didn't really have the time to talk to things over, and I'm like "why do I even bother?".<br />I reached out for the hand set one more time and tried punching in a few phone numbers, it was funny I couldn't exactly remember who I was supposed to call.<br />I walked out of the phone booth and went down the street hoping I'd find something or someone. there I was, standing right underneath the sky and started really thinking hard about a lot of things.<br />I saw a couple of people staring at me, and they probably think I'm out of my mind. Well the things, I don't really care about what they say, but I wonder what they'd feel or how they'd react if they knew what I had in mind.... Hmm, maybe I'd love for them to figure that out.<br />There's just this one guy over the side of the street who's looking straight back at me. I'm trying to think of something or trying to come up of anything that he could be thinking of.<br />I mean seriously, If he knew what I was thinking he'd, be running for his life.<br />I took a shortcut on the way back when the lights went green, I figured, I just can't keep staring at people and hope some of them would come over to explain.<br />I kept on walking a couple more blocks and I knew I was getting tired of trying to think of something I always wanted. don't get me wrong, I want a lot of things but I just know I can't have them all.<br />And so I have stopped, I held out my hands up the sky and felt everything coming down, I wanted to tell him all that I've longed for, and to tell him that it was ok and I just know things are really going to be different.<br />I stood there for a while, when I suddenly heard someone call my name, and guess who!<br />I opend my eyes and there he was.... not too young anymore, but looks a lot younger than I do,<br />a bit stuffy but always on the go... My old man, he was staring at me the whole time and I had been too. This time I kinda think I knew what he was thinking.<br />He asked how I went thru my day and I said, well,<br /> " life gives you everything you need, and it can really make you unhappy when you start looking for the things that you don't have. "<br />Seriously, he just smiled and gave me a pat. we went inside and that's how it all started.<br /></span></div></span>dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16566119569448762107noreply@blogger.com0