The Sky And The Ground
by John Paul S.Vicente
written on February 20,2006 
To fully describe,who you are to me. I used two examples,which you feel and see. You are the sky,that is vast and infinite. And I am the ground,a mix of earth,clay and granite. Without you,there won't be any birds that fly. There won't be any clouds,to pass the time by. But, like a human,you have emotion. And when you unleash them,I feel the commotion. Sadness in the rain,that falls so endless. Anger in the winds,that makes the seas restless. But,there is a reason,why there's the ground. When the sky shows emotion,they can be easily found. When you cry,the ground catches every tear you drop. When you're angry,the ground endures every gust till you stop. But, here's the saddest fact,that had remained since forever. The sky and the ground...could never ever be together. copyright of John Paul S. Vicente That One Emotion
By John Paul S. Vicente
written on May 13,2006 
Alone in bed, I am flooded with questions, Questions I had about my frustrating emotions. So I wrote them down on paper,one by one. Until my mind told me that there was none. Among the many, one caught my attention. And with no surprise, that word was "rejection". It was that one emotion, which lingers in my fear. Especially when that person I admire most is near. She has a smile that can brighten my days, Her presence alone,sets my heart ablaze. I want to climb the tallest peaks and shout her name. But even doing the impossible,things will always be the same. No matter how hard I try,I'll end up a failure. Once fate is written,there's no changing for sure. Yes,rejection it seems is the worse for me. Because being rejected to me is reality. copyright of John Paul S. Vicente My Cry In Vain
by John Paul S. Vicente
written on August 24,2006. 
for every moment that comes in life, not one moment comes in double. cause in the movie that we call life, second takes aren't that simple. mistakes are done and people hurt, for the actions we have taken. friendships fall and lovers part, the vows we've held are broken. it only takes a moment, for everything to change. a minute,things are going well, the next, it's going strange. how i cry out for consistency, in our every waking moments. for each day, we try to build ourselves, we end up as broken fragments. sadly enough, my cry in vain, another change is near. i'll just clutch my hand and reminisce, for those one moments,that we held dear. copyright of John Paul S. Vicente If and Because....
by John Paul S. Vicente
written on Jan 7,2007. 
If you were to live for a hundred days, I'd want the same, but minus one. Because I'd rather die ahead of you, Than live without you when you're gone. If it means for you to be happy, Was for me to be sad and frowning. I'd want to live feeling miserable, Because it's worth it when you're smiling. But if you wished on falling stars, I would tell you, "They're not true." Last time I made a wish, it failed, Because I wished for you. And if I was right next you you, Please take the time to notice. Because you said there's someone else, Now my heart's in broken pieces. And if you asked me if I'm okay with that, I'll just nod and I won't cry. Instead, I'll weep when I'm alone. Because to you, I told a lie. copyright of John Paul S. Vicente I Call Her, "Love"
by John Paul S. Vicente
written on Jan 8, 2007 
Her hazel eyes and luscious lips, With a mix of perfect tan. Her hips, so tantalizing that, She can hypnotize a man. Yet there's more to her, than looks and charms, That can drive someone so crazy. Combined with wittyness and brains, She possesses inner beauty. Warm and gentle, sweet and kind, Her compassion, oh so divine. Any guy who can see that, would think and say, "I sure wish she was mine.." It's true she's not perfect and, She's no angel from above. But she's someone that's enough for me, And to me, I call her, "love". copyright of John Paul S. Vicente Icarus
by John Paul S. Vicente
written on Jan 11, 2007 
A man stared into the sky, As he was holding out his hand. He asked: "Why can't i hold you,sky," "Even if you're great and grand?" He cried and cried,for it to fall, But the sky just peered in silence. People mocked him,as they passed by, Thinking he was full of nonsense. Distressed from this, he went back home, And he worked on a creation. And when he finished it one day, He created a solution. A pair of wings he made from wax, It was big but felt so light. With his wings, he flapped and jumped, And off he took to flight. Moments later, he was soaring high, The sky and him were one. Things were going perfect, till, He flew too close to the sun. His wings caught fire and set ablaze, His wings of wax are melting. Soon enough, he caught fire,too, And then, he started falling. He kept on burning, as he fell, With hopes that had been shattered. He fell down hard, burned to dust, He lost everthing that mattered. I, for one, is just like him, With a choice for me to choose. I chose to hope, but burned and died, So, I ,too, was just like Icarus copyright of John Paul S. Vicente | 
