Trying Hard Makata #2

Too tired of listening voices
Counting sheep inside my head
The words I uttered are useless noises
Only much has been said.

I’m totally disturbed with eerie sounds
Scratch of nail and drops of water
From around the corner and all the bounds
Is this just my head after struck with a hammer?

Catch me before it’s too late
I’m on the edge of a cliff seeking for aid
Time is ticking, time can’t wait
The price I dealt, the price I paid

When will you say the word?
Save my last breath and hear it from you
Bridge the gap and cut the cord
How long will I wait for you?

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Trying Hard Makata

Every time I see your shadow
I just can’t explain what you need to know,
Its like taking three steps forward
But I can’t help falling back.

Your presence just makes my day
What more can I say?
Cupid’s arrow just hit me
Oh dude can’t you see?

Who’s that guy blocking my view
Boasting a mere picture of you
Addicted, the word perfect for you
Please take care of you know who.

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Bittersweet Truth

Staring blankly at the ceiling
Just can’t imagine what I’m feeling
Hurtful words stained my past
Wounds just won’t heal that fast

Eyes begin to blur
No more compassion left from her
Left lonely and alone
I must solve the problem by my own

Trying to take the detour
A route of overcoming the struggle
Tears are just so clean and pure
My heart was torn and brittle

Bittersweet truth is like a pill
I just can’t stay still
Hope I can overcome the bane
and forget about all the pain

The poem above is a fruit of my distracted mind. Just had no fun and so I made this poem just for fun. No connections regarding the stupid love I now have *kuno*. There is no such thing as pain right now. I just reflected on her problems. I just made fun out of those words so that I will have something to do with my cousin/classmate beside me, GEM.

Go comment on my poem. I’d like to be open-minded.LOL. So sleepy and drowsy gotta go and stay with the flo.

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River Card

I had a funny flashback
one that threw me of track
then eventually realized something
events turned to regrets that kept me wondering

What in hell did I get myself into
Did I do what I was supposed to
Why do i feel like I’m missing a part
a part that somebody tore apart!

I had her body all for myself
believed I was the man!! the king!! but I really need help!!
I always thought of happiness hoping never to regret..
but at times of our down fall we wish to forget..

Yes I am tired of waiting and taking that risk
Loosing patience fast and wanting everything to be brisk!!
Maybe that’s why this small muscle within us is strong and hard
like poker in life we take chances..til we see that river card..

River Card– the Last Card dealt in a poker hand
-by Kyle Benedict H. Parco

Above is my cousin Kuya Kirby’s poem about the River card in poker. I definitely gave two thumbs up while reading his poem. Everything seems stagnant when we play poker. Until the flop, turn and the river comes in action and everyone shouts out loud inside their wits. All eyes and heart in the final judgment the river card.

My cousin is definitely poetic and artistic since I’ve read some of his writings, drawings and paintings in the past twelve years of my existence. Kuya Shakespeare, that is what I’ll call him now. Poetic lines from his fingers can make your nose bleed a river.

Especially when I play Texas Hold’em Poker, attention is on cards and faces. Bet and hope you would win. It seems cash is your best friend. Everything will change when you see the river card and someone will smile in happiness and frowns in anger because of the the faulty decisions. We are definitely addicted to this game. Sleeping almost two in the morning just playing classic Poker in cash games.

Mamba everyone! The river card is flopped and someone just hit the staggering home run. All in! Some will fold, some will call and that’s what we call Poker.

Maybe that’s why this small muscle within us is strong and hard
like poker in life we take chances..til we see that river card..

Like Poker in life we take chances…Till we see the river card. Poker=Life=Roller coaster ride. Special thanks to my cousin Kuya Kirby or Kyle or Shakespeare for allowing me to review his note in Facebook about Poker.

Shuffle up and deal

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