jigsaw

I saw you again, you made me miss you
I saw you again and my heart felt blue
Do you remember that single moment
Do you recall that single incident

Where i was left, alone and ashamed
Seeking for the answer that never came

It started out with that first hi
Up to the end of our last goodbye
To stand for love or to stand for friendship
A choice of pain, a choice of hardship

Afraid to fall? You ask me with glee
But fallen i have, i tell with certainty
You and me, I know we'd be great
You and me, I fear it's too late

Your actions were so kind, was it meant for much more
Your words were so sweet, your voice I adored
Now the heart is in a fix, in a knot, in a fickle
Confusion and emptiness pierce me like a sickle


I saw you again and I don't know what to do
Do I go over and talk like we used to
What words do I say, what should be my tact
While pondering these thoughts I was taken aback

Coz here you are... sitting beside me
Speaking so softly, speaking with anxiety
"Could we talk awhile, could you listen to me"
"Yes" I said, with a little uncertainty

You said...

"I'm sorry for that time I left you last summer
I left with no word, I left with no answer
I, like you- felt confused and restless
I, like you- felt afraid and helpless"

"It took me some time, to muster some bravery
I tell you these things... I tell it sincerely
I love you, you see- truly I do
Deep down inside, do you still love me too?"

With a pang of guilt, I listen to you
My heart was warmed and no longer blue
And now I see what a fool I've been
How blind I was to the truth not seen

So selfish I am... an insensitive being
I could not understand your deepest feelings
So "Yes!" I will say,"Yes!" I love you
So "Yes!" I will say, I still love you

The Venus is gone, but I found my Jupiter
So too begins a whole new chapter
For a story doesn't end on a conflict's peak
But ends with a solution to the conflict's need

Fate gives us chances- chances which insist
Fate brought us together- together we'll persist

I saw you again and I saw your smile
I saw you again, can I stay for awhile
"Sure" you said and you beam with delight
"Thanks" I said, you're always a sight

skylight

A glimpse of you is like the falling stars
A smile from you is like the radiant sun

Your voice spoken is like the gentle rain
Your hug given is like the glowing moon

Your kiss felt is like the cool breeze
Your hand held is like the soothing clouds

The moments with you are like the pleasant sunset
The heart inside you is like the clear sky

A person like you is like the fragile snowflake
A life with you is like the promising rainbow

Indistinguishable

by: Thomas Villegas

The lines between Noynoy and Lethur have blurred.

You cannot ditinguish Noynoy from Lethur.
Without Lethur, Noynoy has no reason to live.
Without Noynoy, Lethur has no life to reason out.
They are inseparable.
They are intangible.
They are indistinguishable.

Two halves of the same full.
Two peas of the same pod.
Together as one.
Noynoy and Lethur.
IGAT!!!!

to Blend in

"The ironyof being unnoticable
is that you tend to notice everything
around you so much."
-T.M. Villegas

Morning

by: Thomas Villegas

Today is yesterday's tomorrow. With the sun shining so bright, the sky so blue, and the clouds so peacefully hanging above us. Life takes on a new begining.

Don't fret. Trials exist so they can become our achievements, so we can look back on how we overcome them.

.......^^,

Might of the Pen

by: Thomas Villegas

Teachers always say that they are merely the pen that that records a students grades and that students are the hand that guides it.

Nonetheless they [teachers] are also the brain that decides how the hand should move. How a student performs in class is a product of the information and instruction teachers give out.

If the mind daydreams, the hand waders off, doodling nonsense and inevitably leaves the pen to do something else (teachers who are incapable breed apathy and produce students who see school as a waste of time).

If the mind is angry the hand clenches to form a fist and after pounding the table, the hand fiercely, unwillingly, and illegibly writes down all the exasperations felt (overstrict and tyrannical teachers breed grudges and produce students who see education as a social injustice).

So the next time your teacher scolds you for your poor grades in class. Don't sweat. Your just giving back the wrong things they taught you.... :P

lol

Through the Eyes of Another

by: Thomas Villegas

An artist perceives the world through a different lens.

A painter not only sees a painting as a picture, but as an essence of life expressively painted with vivid colors in a canvass.

A musician not only hears music as a melody, but as a symphony of the soul emotionally played in the various musical instruments.

A chef not only tastes food as a need, but as a festivity of flavors and scents delectably cooked, using the splendid array of food nature has offered.

A sculptor not only feels a sculpture as a block of stone, but as a monument of textures and forms painstakingly molded, using the good earth God has given.

And a writer not only reads a book as a compilation of words, but as a collection of ideas creatively thought, written, and put together to please the reader's mind.

Art is everywhere. All you need is the passion, the creativity, and the concept of perceiving the world in a different way. ^^,