The way you look at me.
How my heart skipped a beat,
with your smokey blue eyes.
You are my sole desire.
The others- just for fun.
The way you look at me,
melts my heart with passion.
Can you be the wrong choice?
Your kind had been a threat.
But with your lovely voice?
My joy to take the bet.
Always your mistress,
my beautiful Logan.
You needed my caress,
you have my affection.
(c) Phoenix Montoya @ November 13, 2010
I see my star,
sparkling blue beyond the velvet east.
I look at yours,
white diamond shining from the west.
Different worlds under the same sky.
Diverse tongues with the similar smile.
We are stargazers,
separated from across the seas.
I see my star,
as it slowly fades into the dark.
I look at yours,
as it disappears into the clouds.
Glorious things are meant to be lost.
Still, we search and hope for these to stay.
We are star lookers,
entranced by the beauty of the sky.
(c) Phoenix Montoya @ November 4, 2010
More life poems by this author:
Eleven years ago, he was just a small baby with a pair of eyes similar to a coma (,). He was the cutest, the most beautiful and the most charming boy I have ever seen (probably because he is my son). And all the female would want to hold and play with him.
I do not know if I should be glad but now that he is eleven, he still possess that charm. More to it, he has become wiser and knows how to use his words for his own benefit.
He calls himself locust99 and has a deep interest in becoming a game creator when he grows up.
With the story plot and characters, I know that he can do that pretty well. He is very imaginative and creative. There is one problem, though. He is still battling with his Math subject :P
Dragons, monsters and dinosaurs have always been his favourite.
My poem Dragons was inspired by my son. It is an unfinished tale actually, but a fun one. Enjoy my friends.
I live in a place where it rains a lot. We have frequent visits of typhoon too. But, thanks to our mountain, these visits do not last long. I usually associate rain with sadness and trials. When I was younger, I used to think that the sky is crying when it rains because people had been bad.
I would spend the afternoon by the window just looking at it pour down and then I would end up lonely and bored.
Boredom….
Bored… bored… bored..
I guess the word is a common denominator between me and my siblings. While our youngest, Teobets, just groans a lot like an ogre (quite annoying too), my brother Al who is four years younger than me would ease his ‘nothing to do’ by meeting women.
As for me, shamefully and not being proud, three times I had committed suicide.
The first one was twenty years ago, during my sophomore year in high school. The second time was during college – my third year in Pharmacy. I was constantly diligent with my studies and was always stressed out. Life had been boring for me by doing the same thing over and over again. Mercifully, I was spared by some funny circumstances.
The third attempt had opened my eyes entirely. It was seven years ago, I was already married and had my two kids. I was bored again but during those times more frightened. I cannot go on anymore – too many problems and I was fed up dealing with these.
Then, I thought of my children. I realized myself being selfish…. All those years, I was just focusing on myself alone.
I started praying and asking forgiveness to God and to everyone I could think of. I had been given everything but there I was, always asking for something more.
That day I found my inspiration to live on.
I was thinking about my third and youngest child while writing my poem Coming Home. But, writing this memoir, I found out that, the poem was actually inspired by my loved ones – by my husband who usually understands and by my adorable three children who always make me happy.
My husband is a very intelligent man. When we were still in high school, he was one of the brightest students in class.
You got those puffy eyes
And you said you’re fine
You had been up all night
Sobbing for the guy
He had broken your heart
Still you crave for him
He treated you like dirt
Still you worship him
Chorus:
He’s a stupid guy who doesn’t see
Your soul that I adore
Why wait for him when you can have me?
This guy who loves you more?
You are crying again
And you said you’re fine
It is always the same
To see you in pain
Baby, you dream and you hope
My poor sweet lady
No more reason to cope-
He’s a no body!
Chorus:
He’s a stupid guy who doesn’t see
Your soul that I adore
Why wait for him when you can have me?
This guy who loves you more?
Bridge:
What does he have that I don't?
Maybe everything, I’m sure
But you will have my heart
Never a sting, you’ll endure
Baby, baby...
be mine!
Chorus:
He’s a stupid guy who doesn’t see
Your soul that I adore
Why wait for him when you can have me?
This guy who loves you more?
Be mine...
Yours baby...
Always yours!
(c) Phoenix Montoya @ November 1, 2010
'Right here waiting'
A lyric attempt for my brother Al. OMG! My worst piece ever :P
