Friday, January 27, 2012
Mine
Posted by Vaga Luna at 12:23 AMLabels: journal passages, love, poems
Monday, April 18, 2011
We're almost home.
Posted by Vaga Luna at 10:39 PMWe've been through years of struggle,
Countless wars and pains,
Just a few more leaps,
And we're there,
We're almost home
The lines on your face and hands,
Reminds me who I am ,
And who am I to become,
The veins on your arms,
Tells me what a mother you are,
We're almost home
No matter how the world sees us,
You kept me strong,
Even when you're weak, you gave m e strength,
Whenever we gave up,
We laughed it off and kept pushing forward,
We're almost home.
It has been hard,
It gets harder as the day goes by,
But it's all worth it when I'm with you,
You gave me hope in the midst of disappointments,
Like a toddler learning how to walk,
You guided me,
We're almost home.
I believe our race for happiness is almost here,
Just need to win this race,
I worry for you,
And you worry for me,
Lord please keep us both save,
Mum, we're almost home.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Warfares
Posted by Vaga Luna at 10:31 AMYou can attack me whenever you want,
But you'll never succeed,
Because my God is great and the Almighty,
What do you have to compare to rule over me?
You may whisper words in my mind and heart,
Whenever I'm alone I know you are near,
But the one next to me isn't you,
My Abba Father is always next to me,
Always IN me.
So get out of my house,
Get out of my head,
Get out of my mind,
In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ,
The Lord who has loved us enough to give up His own son,
I rebuke you, evil one,
Dear God,
Whisper me sweet words of comfort and strength,
I know You'll never leave me,
I know there would only be one pair of footprints in the sand,
You will be carrying me home and to safety.
Labels: daily bread, journal passages, meaningful lyrics, musics, poems
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Bloodshed
Posted by Vaga Luna at 4:33 PMThat the word love
Would sting when mentioned?
Do you know how hard it is
To run the race in life
But to only come home
To endless rounds of bloodshed wars
That plays repeatedly in your mind?
I'm not talking about a bee sting,
I'm talking about gun shot wounds,
And slash wounds,
Burnt wounds,
That scarred my mind and to the very core of my soul.
I am tired,
Too tired to run my own race,
Too restless to hold her hand,
Despite the numbing pain,
I was made to give her hope,
Hopes that even I couldn't believe myself.
Have you ever ran
With glass pieces in the soles of your feet,
But there's no reason to scream,
Because the pain has been so familiar,
Have you ever been hurt so badly,
That you would just laugh in a pool of tears?
Here I am,
Still running with her,
Watching everything i dreamed of,
Pass by like a wind,
There's no time to turn back,
No there's no time to save more memories,
There's only running forward,
In hope that we'd find that promised land.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Denial
Posted by Vaga Luna at 6:21 PM
Labels: emo, journal passages, love, poems
Friday, June 18, 2010
Of your hands and your lips
Posted by Vaga Luna at 11:55 PMWhenever you walk ahead of me,
My heart skips a beat wishing you'd take my hand,
When you hold my hand loosely,
I'd hold onto your grip like there's no earth beneath me,
With the many tasks you have to manage,
I can only hope that you would look my way for a glance,
And when you do,
You bring me joy,
Like a high school girl who's just met her first crush,
Funny how you still bring me such thrills,
Despite the 4 seasons we've been together,
Every little thing you do,
Puts a smile on my face and a tear in my eye,
When I go to bed,
I pray to God that I will never have to lose you,
The thought of not having you in my days,
Would only result in everlasting darkness,
And of dull colors and musty ways,
You tell me this is just a phase that I'm going through,
But let me tell you that this is the love that you planted in me,
And I will love you always.
Labels: poems
Sunday, February 21, 2010
At Your service
Posted by Vaga Luna at 1:02 AMLord You are good and your mercy endures forever,
You gave me a talent and mom polished it for me,
Regardless my length in service,
I just want You to know,
That I'd give my all for You and at Your service,
May You grant me sweet melodies as I lay my fingers,
A talent which I have denied for years,
Talent which I envied in others throughout my time,
Pray that You'd be next to me,
And form melodies in my heart and the hearts of Your people,
I will follow You,
Jesus, lead me on,
As I walk my step of faith,
Showing You my passion,
And offer You my service,
As little as it may be,
It is from my heart's desire.
Labels: poems
Monday, January 4, 2010
2010 Monday
Posted by Vaga Luna at 11:56 AMLabels: poems
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
I do, cherish you
Posted by Vaga Luna at 5:59 PMI miss you,
Labels: poems
Friday, April 24, 2009
Tears
Posted by Vaga Luna at 10:33 PMI hate tears,
Tears are like the most painful thing in the world,
I teared so much that it hurt to tear more,
My eyes are swollen,
My thoughts are blue,
I lie in bed all day,
Hoping there would be a way,
It's just so painful,
But the tears just keep coming,
Flowing rivers streaming down,
Endlessly, bitterly,
My hands bruise from my clenching and unclenching,
My body shiver every time I recall the pain,
My tongue is scald without the need for heat,
My soul is dead and cold,
Rivers of tears would soon turn into blood
Labels: poems
Monday, April 20, 2009
#1
Posted by Vaga Luna at 12:24 PMThe days drag on miserably.
I'm in so much pain,
Though I'm not wounded,
I wonder why am I so depressed,
A type of life that does not resemble me,
I heart for joy and happiness,
But it seems too far out of my reach,
Don't know why you didn't come,
Don't know why it is not mine to own...
Labels: poems
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Baby
Posted by Vaga Luna at 1:37 AMNo it's not okay,
I cannot be a fool,
Please do not make me call you again,
It torments me even more,
I am recovering very well,
So hush my darling,
Don't remind me darling,
That you are not my baby.
Don't strum that guitar,
Don't hum a single tune to me,
What's not for work,
Lay it off far from me,
Leave, get out,
All you memories,
All the things you said,
Promises you broke.
Yes, my license is expiring,
And I can't wait for it to expire,
Before my feelings for you aspire,
For that will be another dread to pay,
I wanted so much out of us,
That made me still remain at where I am now in life,
Tried to move on but still standing here.
So go find your new love,
May it blossom well,
I only want you to be happy,
But please do not torment me,
I am nothing but someone whom you mistrust,
I want nothing but my own life back,
And only hope for pure love to return someday.
Labels: poems
Monday, March 30, 2009
Now what?
Posted by Vaga Luna at 10:37 PM
You make things so hard for me,
Some days you are just so close,
Other days you are just like everybody else,
I adore you a great deal,
But I'm just so sick of trying,
It's always me disappointing you than making you proud.
It's not that I do not understand your theories,
It's just that I'm too tired to practice it,
Whenever that happens you tell me to leave,
So what if I want to take my own sweet time to learn,
I'm just a man with two hands and feet,
I get tired too,
Just like you.
You keep asking me why,
You demand for an explanation for every failing attempt,
You said I do not require your approval,
But you sure as hell act like one,
It's not that I don't have proper support to sing all ten notes,
In fact, I can sing 20 or more,
But do you really want to know why I cannot?
It's the thought of worrying whether each note suits your liking,
Whether it is with enough support as required by you,
Is it with enough melody to that one particular note as how you like to hear,
Your thoughts,
Your liking,
Your comments,
Your decisions,
That's what's been affecting me lately.
So don't tell me I don't need your approval,
Because I've been worrying,
And pushing myself hard for your demands,
Trying to fulfill each and every of your command,
Learning not to say no to whatever you want,
In hope to get your nods more than you disapprove,
I'm just doing what I thought you would want to see,
Now I don't know what am I doing,
Nor what you would want to see,
So tell me how can I even sing a single note without knowing its purpose or path?
Labels: poems
Friday, March 20, 2009
My eyes
Posted by Vaga Luna at 1:37 PMThey used to wander,
Trying to make everything better for those in need,
Didn't know it would be thought by others,
That these eyes are in their way,
These eyes are stopping them,
These eyes are creating hate...
I met you today,
I'm done with pretending,
My throat burnt struggling to make a sound,
I stared throughout the night yesterday,
My lenses fitted me with piercing pain,
They are all red and painful,
Their master forcefully irrigating their nerves,
But no one's going to know,
When you look into my eyes now,
Cos you wont see anything,
And I wont let you see anything
She said we'd patch up,
The other she said I should've released my anger physically,
He said he doesn't know,
He said, she said,
But I said,
I don't know what you want,
And I will never know,
Because you think of me otherwise,
Before we could even communicate,
So I chose to leave,
Virtually,
Eventually,
Physically...
But no one would have a glimpse at those eyes again.
Labels: poems
Tonight
Posted by Vaga Luna at 1:03 AM
As I stared at my empty tissue box,
And as I read his messages,
It's just so hard to make him understand,
What I really felt,
I walked out of his home,
Being all so subdued and so numb,
Yet when I got home I wanted to give it another try,
I wanted to fix the problem and not let it be at stall.
But you cut me off before I could say anything,
You don't even know what am I upset about,
You won't take a minute and read what I wrote,
I only begged you to stop giving me itsy bitsy promises,
Which I would hold on as tight as possible,
I never said you were a fool,
A fool I am for trying to patch things up,
As it leaves me lying in my own pool of tears.
Never did I compare you with others,
You thought I did all the time,
If I was so great, then who is the Almighty to compare,
But tonight will be the night that I know how you felt about me,
Tonight is the night I ever cried till dawn for being misunderstood yet again,
It's about time I faced reality that I no matter what I do,
He'd think of me otherwise even if it was out of care.
Labels: poems
Monday, February 23, 2009
Death
Posted by Vaga Luna at 2:00 AM
So many people dying,
So many people getting hurt,
Their eyes are full of hate,
Their hobbies are to kill,
Life is like a rolling stone to them,
And death is something they enjoy watching.
Loving the sound of crashes,
Adoring the sounds of death,
Inviting more angels of death,
Allowing more people to die,
It is the latest entertainment in town,
I can smell death everywhere.
They tried to get me too,
I survived unharmed,
But no matter how fast you run,
All they have to do is just walk behind you,
Their cynical laugh ascends..
And soon you'll have nowhere to run,
They'll lick your pool of blood splattered,
That is what they call a healthy snack.
The world is cruel,
It is not just brutal,
It is way beyond any inhumane attributes,
We're all victims,
But we are also the culprits,
How fast can we run,
How long can we hide,
Till the Messiah saves us again?
Labels: poems
Monday, January 19, 2009
The road to establishment
Posted by Vaga Luna at 1:46 PMMinutes pass in vain,
Taking its stroll of pain,
Length of this path burdens me,
Is this a curse
Or is it mere choice?
The voices demanding more of you,
Instructing for your attention,
You make a wrong turn and the voices will change,
A symphony of negativity and shame,
As you continue limping through with your head hung low
Beats are getting faster,
Like your heart beats against your chest,
Pounding on you from the east to west,
When will you complete the quest?
To that faint picture of your stable nest
The more they demand of you,
The more sacrifices you make,
These aren't the fear that you should fear,
But rather fear that these fears would stop,
For when they stop haunting you,
That is when you worth no price,
And your name pays no dignity
Labels: poems
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Fatigue
Posted by Vaga Luna at 4:21 PMI'm crying,
Tears like rain,
Howling for all the pain,
I'm nobody in any unusual type of vain,
But I've just got too much on my plate,
Sadly, I don't have such an appetite,
And I don't know how to clean this plate.
Troubles keep dicing at me,
The days are getting more difficult,
I just want a listening ear to hear me out,
But I only watched till the candle.... grow dim..
I awake wishing for a better day,
But it's just a bad day for way too many days,
I've fallen ill,
Recovered,
And fallen again repeatedly,
This challenge that I plot for myself this year,
Had been a decision from the growing fire I did not realise,
Green eyes watching you,
Hurting you when you are least alert,
Smiles of joy fades away,
I see no silver lining in the sky...
I sweep the dead leaves on the ground,
I turned around and came back around,
I solved one,
There comes another,
My energy is wearing out,
And I don't have another.
Labels: poems
Saturday, January 10, 2009
For Mum
Posted by Vaga Luna at 12:06 AMFatigue overwhelmed me as I worked around the clock,
Sometimes I wonder why I suffer,
Relations asked me why I bothered,
Simply I only said,
It is a bill I have yet to pay,
The obstacle or the fee for me to cross over,
Because I am finally sober.
They aren't just mere recognitions,
The price I pay for all the challenges,
Comes with a mighty amount of pain,
But the sweet surrender are those diplomas,
Carrying them home to bring a smile on her face.
I detest everything she wished for,
But the years in my life taught me otherwise,
A duty of care I owed my mother's love,
I want ot make her feel worth it,
With the mound of my success in stored,
Though I may tire for the rest of my days,
If giving up comfort and rest is all it takes,
I do it for her,
In hope that she knows my intentions.
Labels: poems
The journey
Posted by Vaga Luna at 12:03 AMSand flowing through the funnel,
As I strive along the tunnel,
I recall faint memories of being here once,
Only this time it was no longer for solace,
But mere chance of victory,
To grant me the joy that I deserved.
Many doubts and fears I carry with me,
It is the only path to lead me home,
You have taken everything I ever wanted,
Though I pleaded for mery you never granted,
You made my heart sore,
Now this is the remedy for the core.
Love me not and you shall never,
For I was the fool and you were the clever,
I am grateful for the presence of others,
They warmed me up when you snatched my covers,
I shall be the sculptor of my life,
For I am no longer your wife.
I am ready now,
To allow this bitterness to depart from my soul,
Because the stench is getting rather foul,
I want my life back,
May you bless me back on track.
Labels: poems







