Category Archives: Poems

To Love and To Stab

Is there anything worse than to love and be betrayed?

Betrayed not by the beloved, but by a friend.

It is treachery at its finest and nothing

But treason at its best.

And there goes loving and stabbing,

For what is friendship

Compared to the warmth of Adonis’ kisses?

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B, it’s a shame that you made a promise and broke it several days later. When I thought I’ve lost two amazing people in my life, the world made me realize I only lost a friend. I still have my dignity, I retained it while you lost yours. I pity you.

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(c) Max Hidalgo

They said I was mad for not taking your hand when you held it out. They said you were love.

If you were indeed love—

–you should have been the fire that warmed me,

Not the fire that burnt my skin.

–you should have been the fire that provided light

Not the fire that blinded me.

I am not sorry for atleast a bit.

 

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Poem No. 1

Poem No. 1

by: Max Hidalgo

In her eyes is a world devoid of trust, patience, and humility.

In his, is a universe filled with lust, madness, and angst.

Both, are lost souls, sailing the stormy seas—

Trying to free themselves from their own shackles and chains.

There, in the ocean of confusion,

Two blurred images collided like a roaring sound that of thunder.

What could they do? What should they do?

Nothing—

But to let the time and tide take their souls ashore

—gaze at each other’s eyes,

Until he finds his way in the once hollow place,

And she clears the once cluttered house,

Of unsettling memories, keeping only those of hers.

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I AM

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I AM

by: Max Hidalgo

I am.

The weather you’ll never forecast.

The tsunami you’ll never anticipate.

The portrait you’ll never draw.

The mind you’ll never read.

The logic you’ll never understand.

The future you’ll never foresee.

The ending you’ll never predict.

The question you’ll never answer.

The puzzle you’ll never match.

The riddle you’ll never guess.

The mystery you’ll never solve.

Credits to my cousin for this shot.

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Trip to the LIghthouse

Above the sea, below the sky— standing on middle ground.

As I revel at the beauty of the sunset before my eyes, a favorite piece of literature came to mind— “Desiderata”. The scenery perfectly complements the prose that my bestfriend and I both love. It is like our theme song, only it’s a poem that we started to like back in freshmen high school.

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Desiderata

By Max Ehrmann 1927

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be critical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.

Source: http://www.cs.columbia.edu/~gongsu/desiderata_textonly.html

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