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Loneliness

Georg Kevin — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 02:25:06 +0000

I'm the loner boy, how about you?

Although, being a loner is not really applicable for me right now (since I’ve made a bunch of friends lately in school), I still want to share this poem that I have written during the 3rd week since school start for this school year of mine.

I wrote this (again) during classes, it was the 4th period I guess. I had really nothing better to do. This poem talks about a little lonely stuff, is quiet short and complex. But anyways, to get a new post out, here is Loneliness.

Loneliness

Yet another from Kevin Paquet

I haven’t talked yet that much,
so much left unspoken..
Dunno whom to approach,
to let go this weary feeling…

I haven’t had that many friends,
haven’t had accompaniment..
No one with me, here to journey,
I’m all alone, sad and lonely…

Since the day that I was born,
was the time I start to mourn..
Nevertheless, still so poignant,
But I just simply can’t…

Cannot stand this awful fact,
cannot stand this pain..
How I keep longing to find someone,
to finally make an oh true friend…

All The Old Days

Georg Kevin — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 15:30:17 +0000

The following poem that you are about to read talks about my childhood in particular, though it’s trying to discuss a lot more besides my childhood, specifically the old days I am missing, the old days I am longing to come back, but may never ever come back anymore.

Honestly speaking, I wrote the following poem in hassle, just to get out an entry for today, but anyways, I hope that you like this poem that you are about to read, at least; it’s freshly created by me, just a couple of minutes ago ^^,)

I MISS OLD DAYS

Way back when I was innocent,
the time I haven’t yet known love..
The days when I felt very fine,
and had everything I wish I have..

All the days that passed,
all that I’ve been through..
all the old days I am missing,
like it hasn’t been that true..

The time I used to play with friends,
upon the hills and shores..
On the field playin’ basketball,
way down low and more..

But now, I’m frightened, feeling scared..
There’s no turning back no more..
I feel lonely and very sad..
Look what I’ve become right now..

Don’t you miss those smiles?
Your parents gave you every time..
Don’t you miss the lovely times?
When parents used to call you mine..

And now, here in my life..
They treat me like some crap..
Like those old days were never true..
And all old days,
were never true..

The gry of childhood deep in me,
the tempest sorrow of my heart..
How much I wish to go back,
the time when all I had..

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At Muling Nasaktan

Georg Kevin — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 17:16:02 +0000

WARNING: This is a Filipino Poem, just given an English introduction, so, non-Filipinos, I advice you to check out some other poems I made

Now, back to the topic, or to the poem rather. I haven’t written it yet, but I’m about to write it down now. I have just shutdown kevinpaquet.com (LOL) I feel frustated again, I feel like I’ve been cheated, fooled. And I guess, she did do that to me, I don’t know Anyways, I won’t hold you for longer, enjoy yet another poem from the KPC Creations Season 6 Realism, At Muling Nasaktan..

At Muling Nasaktan

Akala ko na ikaw na,
ang magpapasaya..
Sa puso’t isipan ko,
ngunit bakit ba naglaho?

Akala ko di mo gawin,
Ang pagibig ko dinggin..
Diniringgin mo nga,
ngunit ito’y para sa wala..

Naniwala nga ako,
na ako ang mahal mo..
Ngunit di lang nagiisa
Damdami’y nagdurusa..

At muling nasasaktan
at muling nasasakal..
Muli’y nagdaramdam
SA MUKA MONG KAY KAPAL..

Para gawin sa akin ito,
itapon ang lahat..
Para sirain ang buhay ko,
at iiwan ko sapagat..

Muli nang nasaktan,
akala ko ito’y totoo,
muli ginawang tanga..
Muli.. muling nagiisa..

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Take It Away

Georg Kevin — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 10:40:00 +0000

This poem that you are about to read has been written by me way back in the year 2006, but failed to glance and shine during that time, since poems like Asleep and other works just were too bright to make this nice piece an noticeable masterwork.

I’m about to present you a poem from the Realism season that talks about: (what else do you think, huh?!) Love from the deepest poignant point of view, as someone keeps on begging his/her beloved.. to Take It Away..

Take It Away

I’ve been wondering through this world
Withour you at my side
I’ve got wounded just through words
And now i cry, every night…

I really really love you
You just don’t know how much i do
I am so hurt all through
But baby please don’t let me go…

I will love you ’till the day i die
But baby please don’t say a lie
For you’re the reason why i live
I don’t care of you won’t believe…

Can you take off all my pain?
Can you free me fron this feeling?
Baby please come again
Your love is my only healing…

Did i ever touched your heart?
Or am i from it too far?
Baby you’ve been my dearest part
Until now, you still are…

Baby please take it away
For you’re the sunshine of my day
Take it away from me my baby
And say that you do believe me…

Take it away i beg yiou…
Take the pain from my shoulder
Free me ’till the truth shines through
And says that i was meant for
Loving You…

Dedicated to: Marbie
Written by: Kevin Paquet

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Looking Straight Ahead

Georg Kevin — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 16:56:46 +0000

This is a poem, that I am writing just this very moment, I’m currently in pain and dispair, totally shocked in disbelieve that the girl I was talking about in one of my posts is has been cheating me, from the start. I hope that you like this tear dropper. Enjoy

LOOKING STRAIGHT AHEAD

I headed into nowhere,
heading to the air..
My empty soul, my empty mind,
I’ve thought that she was mine..

I have loved then just at last,
I’ve felt all, all the lust..
Fell for someone I shouldn’t do,
Tricked by words like “I Love You..”

I’ve headed for the wrong,
and this pain can’t be undone..
As this foolish heart just did,
I do seem, to stop to breathe..

Nothing seems more painful,
right `tis very hour..
Again and again I’ve been a fool,
For someone wrong that I’ve adored..

Poignant feelings in my heart,
Painful scars deep in my soul..
Reluctantly move deeper in,
and appear unforgettable..

How can I move on?
How can I sleep tonight?
May I ever find someone?
Who’d come and hug me tight..

Apparently, there won’t be
Any of them coming..
Damn, I just can’t see..
See myself moving..

All that I am looking at,
is myself there, dying..
I thought I’d go straight ahead,
but here I am now, crying..

I AM DYING!!! *INSERT MILLION TEARS HERE*

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Outcast

Georg Kevin — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 04:27:40 +0000

OUTCAST has been one of the best poems that I have written this year, 2008. It’s quiet the new rendition of Move On that I have posted recently here. The Poem comes from my 5th Batch of Releases, Realism, one of the season that I wasn’t really able to present to anyone, nor via the old poetry site of mine. Anyways, I hope you’ll enjoy, OUTCAST

Outcast

Many times it had just happened
that all those scars were never mend..
Along with my state of being
fallen here near my life`s end…

Upon the heaven angels and the saints
I saw em all that moment..
But, may I meet them once again?
In spite my soul still suffers torment…

As fire ceases and I’m weakened
punished by this wicked cold..
As I never seemed contented
All I had since I grew old…

So complex yet thoughts so simple,
so disturbed and so annoyed..
Never seeing it that easy,
that my life has been destroyed…

Being blinded by my pride
I have faced my present fate..
I had all just out of sight,
and I realized it just too late…

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