Literary Impulses

Subject: Literary Impulses Sat Jan 29, 2011 7:17 pm

I am in love with a dream.

I love you. There is
no doubt that I love you.

For these past years, I have silently loved you. And now that I have the power to get to know
you better, I have loved you more and more.

You do not know that I exist. You do not know that I love you. But I know that you are real. You are the dream that I have set out to make
true.

But how can this be made into a reality? How can my love ever bear fruit?

As I think of you and know that you are slowly disappearing
from me, I feel this ache in my chest.
It’s a warm, fuzzy feeling that spreads through me every time your voice
fills my mind.

There is no future in this.
I know that but I will never cease from loving you.

Finding someone as good as you or better will be the hardest
thing for me. What will I do? You will never get to know me.

Subject: Re: Literary Impulses Sat Jan 29, 2011 7:18 pm

I cry tears of red

In the night where you no longer exist

I drown in pain

Knowing you’ll never be by my side

Oh why do you hide?

Subject: Re: Literary Impulses Sat Jan 29, 2011 7:18 pm

I saw him in a dream.

He descended from the sky with his beautiful, black wings. Each feather was glistening in the sun as if its darkness refused to absorb the light. He was beautiful and graceful. I was lost for words for he had captivated me from the very moment that our eyes met.

I had met in a dream.
But it did not seem like a dream at all.

His wings had shielded me from the sun, embracing me with its fascinating warmth. It was dark in his fragile sanctuary. We were all alone, secluded from the world around us. He held my chin and made me look up to him. All I saw was brilliant darkness. His eyes were dark embers that slowly burned my soul with every second.

He wasn’t an angel.
Angels do not have black wings.
Angels do not have dark fire for eyes.
Angels do not make mortals fall in love.

Yes, I was in love. But that love had led me to my death.

You must never fall in love with something like him. He will take away your soul the moment you utter those words.

But I refused to believe it. I refused to believe that such beautiful creature was capable of doing
something so ruthless. I refused to see what he was. I had blinded myself with his darkness.

I was dead yet I was living.

I had met him in a dream.
But it did not seem like a dream at all.

I was awake. I had to be awake. This isn’t a dream at all.

He was there, right in front of me. He had smoldered me with his fire. He had ruptured my soul entirely.

He was real. He wasn’t a dream.

But why am I just waking?
And why is he not here?

Subject: Re: Literary Impulses Sat Jan 29, 2011 7:19 pm

Nameless Knight

The feeling of nostalgia keeps welling up in my chest. I could not stop the tears from bursting out. I called at you, my nameless knight. But you continue to walk away from me. You do not look back. What are you not looking back? I know you. I feel that I know you. Please tell me who you are. Please don’t leave me alone.

The white roses have been stained red by my tears. I cry for you in the darkness. I embrace myself in the silence. Where are you now? Please come back to me.

There is no music.
The songs have long died after you have left. Please return to me. Trap me in your embrace once again.

I miss you. My heart is tearing apart because I miss you. You stole my heart away when you left. You must return it to me. Please, I beg you, return my heart to me.

Why have you gone?
Why did you leave me? When you said that you will never betray me, why did you still leave me?

It hurts. I miss you so much that it hurts. Please save me again. Please, live again.

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I love it, Row...

Subject: Re: Literary Impulses Sat Jan 29, 2011 7:28 pm

thanks, cryssy. ^^

i just thought i had to share these to you guys.

there will be more to come. surely, my impulse to write something will never stop.

actually, nasulat ko ang mga ito after a sudden rush of emotion from thinking of someone or something or watching a movie or an anime or listening to a song.

they may or may become a story idea for a novel. but for now, i love them as they are, my sudden outbursts. ^^

Subject: Re: Literary Impulses Sat Jan 29, 2011 8:53 pm

It was not that I didn't love you. It was just that I had more than that love.

I had my life to live and you had a dream to fulfill.

Or was it that you made the choice your the two of us?

You left so I was forced to decide that I had more than that love.

You promised nothing and left with everything. You took my heart. You took my happiness and you took my life.

What is there to live for now?

What is there to live for when you are already gone?

Subject: Re: Literary Impulses Sat Jan 29, 2011 9:05 pm

I am not greedy.

I won't say things that will mean something else. I don't want to tell you that I am happy because you are there because they don't mean the same thing as it did before.

I must never be greedy. I don't have a right to be.

You will hate me. You will surely hate me if you knew that I feel more than friendship.

You are only kind to me because you are that kind of person, right? You just want others to be noticed as well that's why you always help me, right? There isn't any other meaning to it. You are just being friendly to me, right?

I should not give any other meaning to it. I must never return your kindness with these feelings. It's wrong. This is wrong.

I know it is. But why is it so hard for me to make this greed stop? All I want it just to be with you always. All I want is to be happy with you.

But if I say something like, stay with me, I might be too greedy already.

You are not mine. But you are no one's.

When you tell me that you consider yourself as the closest to me, I was unable to agree. I was afraid that if I said yes to that, I might give myself away. You might see how greedy I am deep down inside.

But I also don't want you to think that you aren't. You are the most important, the most precious.

But I can't own you. I can't be that greedy. I can't be that in love.

(Kimi ni Todoke)

Subject: Re: Literary Impulses Sat Jan 29, 2011 9:54 pm

superlike ms rowan..love your poems.. Smile

specially the im in love with a dream.. Smile

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Row, your "I Am In-love With A Dream" really hit me. It hit me so hard even though I am not hurting anymore, it undeniably brought back the bittersweet memories that I painstakingly tried to forget for months.

"There is no future in this"....that's the most painful part. Geez...

You are truly a gifted artist.

Subject: Re: Literary Impulses Wed Feb 02, 2011 10:46 pm

Nice. Dark angel yung subject sa I Saw Him In a Dream. Napakaromantic na tragic. Sana po makasulat kayo ng novel na parang katulad nun. Thanks po sa post, Ms. Rowan. ^^

Subject: Re: Literary Impulses Wed Feb 02, 2011 10:54 pm

I am in love with a dream is for the man I have devoted my heart to, my ideal man, my ultimate dream, whom I know I will never meet. It is a throbbing ache in my chest whenever I hear his songs, especially the ballads.

It is truly a dream. And I know that there are women like me that had, once in their lives, fell in love with a dream.

Hopefully, those dreams will come true or that we may move on to a better dream, a better love.

cheers.

Subject: Re: Literary Impulses Thu Feb 03, 2011 3:22 pm

I love you.

It hurts
my heart but I love you. It kills me but
I can’t stop thinking of you.

I couldn’t tell you.
How can I tell you? I love
you. I’m sorry but I love you.

I don’t want to leave you.
I have been asking God to give me more time to be with you. We have only just met again and now we are
separating.

You have come too late, my love. I am at my end.

I have waited for you to come back. The promise that you made to me was never
fulfilled but I still waited. I had
hoped that you still remember me. I hope
that you think of me as I think of you each night.

Be strong, my love.
It will hurt more for you that it will for me. I will be leaving and you will be left
behind. Just know that I love you. Always remember that I had loved you.

I have waited for years but why are we only spending a short
time with each other? Life is
unfair. But at least we had met again.

I love you. Please
believe that I love you. My fire may die
out but I will always be with you. My
heart may be broken but the pieces will only have you.

Goodbye, my love. I
have waited long enough to love you. And
I am thankful that I am right beside you when eternal sleep comes.

(A Millionaire's First Love)

Subject: Re: Literary Impulses Thu Feb 03, 2011 5:29 pm

I was flirting with temptation.

But I am not a temptress.

I do not want any worldy thing. All I want is to be happy and to be peaceful.

My wants are just simple and I never imagined being the one
to tempt an innocent.

I do not know how to tempt.

But the temptation is overwhelming. It is overcoming every fiber of my being now
that we are together. I tried to control
it. But I still had to do something just
to help myself control it.

I was flirting with temptation.

Every touch was like an additional kindle to my growing
fire. With bodies close, the only way
down was to fall. But it was wrong. Everything felt so wrong and yet they all
felt incredibly right at that very moment.

I am human. I must
admit that I am human prone to temptation—prone to giving in. But I did nothing wrong giving in even to
just a little part of that temptation.

I was the temptress.
Or maybe I was the one being tempted.

It was just a kiss.
But that kiss was the proof of my weakness.

There was no regret, no looking back.

He was an innocent and that moment of temptation led us both
to the road where we can never turn back from.
He was a sacrificial lamb to the whims of this cunning wolf. Every second was a fulfilment. Every moment of surrender felt like a sin.

I was flirting with temptation. I tempted and I was tempted in return.

Subject: Re: Literary Impulses Fri Feb 04, 2011 10:40 am

We kissed until our lips were swollen.

We touched until we knew that any more of our touches would
spell our doom.

You would give yourself a curse that could possibly ruin
your dreams. I would give myself the
liberation that will ruin my perfect plan.

We would both lose our youth and yet gain our
adulthood. But I would rob you of your
innocence and you my heart.

I did not love you then.
Why am I thinking of you now?

That moment, that night, those kisses—they are all
overwhelming me.

I feel that something happened then. Something, more than those kisses,
happened. I know there is, I feel that
there is but I know not what.

We kissed until we could not breathe.

You whispered of wanting more knowing that more will never
come. I kept whispering my apologies
knowing that they could never be enough.

Those were just kisses.
I was your first and you my second.

We would forget. I
doubt that we ever would.

We kissed until our lips were swollen.

Even after we parted I could still remember your lips on
mine. Do you feel the same way?

We both know that that night will be the first and the
last. It was a crossroad that we both
walked into. It was an experience that
both led us to a realization.

Those kisses were just kisses. They never meant a thing. What a fool am I to have told you that?

I stole your dreams of first kisses. You erased my rationality with your warmth.

A kiss is just a kiss.

If so, then that night, you were just a boy and I was just a
girl. And we both needed a kiss.

Subject: Re: Literary Impulses Tue May 10, 2011 4:04 pm

I loved you.
I love you but that still was not enough.

I gave you the world.
But the world was far too small for us.

I worshiped you.
But you wanted more than my praises.

I wanted to let go.
But you want more of my pain so I stayed.

What do you want with me, I always ask.
But you keep your silence and smile at me.

Why have you kept me.
But you say you never had.

I clutch these bars
and you pretend that there is no cage surrounding me.

I cry red tears
and you tell me that they are sweet.

what do you want from me?
You tell me you want nothing.

If I discard myself
You tell me that all of me is precious.

Why can't you let me be?
Then you go and tell me that you love me.

Tug of war, my love.
You softly whisper to me.

Subject: Re: Literary Impulses Sun May 15, 2011 1:57 pm

I am in love with a dream = Gackt?

Subject: Re: Literary Impulses Sun May 15, 2011 4:59 pm

obvious ba? hahah.

sya lang naman ang love of my life. the unreachable dream chenez.

Subject: Re: Literary Impulses Fri Jul 29, 2011 5:16 pm

Flurry

We couldn’t think.
Our hearts were beating so fast that we did not hear any other thought but the want of holding each other close.
I was in flames. I was set on fire.
His hand on my skin felt like each part is melting in me.
I wanted him. I knew I had to have him.
Eyes did the talking as our mouths gasped for air. Breathing and parting was a torment. Drowning in kisses felt like a sweet departing.
My mind was blank. My hands were shaking.
It was now or never.
I gulped in pleasure and embraced the fire.
He held me close and I closed my eyes and moaned in pain.