The man who climbed the too high tree

Once a man climbed
The tree they called Too High.
He began from root to tree
Trunk to branch
And branch to fruit.
Everyone watched in suspense
As he swung and gripped and struggled.
He reached for the ripe
Felt its warmth and texture
Extended his fingers and
Slipped and fell
Body strewn and broken
Bloody and blue
Everyone exclaimed:
I knew he couldn't do it.

just because people say this, doesnt mean you can't and just because you've fallen, doesnt mean you can't climb again.

When you finally find something worth climbing that tree, don't give up no matter what because even if you dont get it, its always better to see the fruit a few inches from you than from all the way at the bottom.

I AM VERY ANGRY AND I HAVE NOTHING TO JUSTIFY IT.

I dreamt of you last night.

Something tells me you're not okay.

I'm worried.

I don't miss you nor do i want you back.

I dont have feelings for you anymore.

But i do still care for you.

And, I just want to know that you're doing okay.

That's all.

hahahahaha parang ang drama ko ah. hahaha anyway just so you guys know, i am very happy with everything in my life right now. i havent felt this good about everything in a long time. updates on whats been happening to me, soon to come. ive just been really busy (but happy) with school and other things. ive finally found things i want to give my time patience and effort to. YAY. =)

it's been a while since ive written a poem

falling down a dark pit,
towards nothing but regret and remorse,
falling into this supposed skit,
finding a sudden change in course,

Suspended ive never hung,
from a ropes origin unknown,
yet i hold on with every lung,
contracted as if not my own,

Blindly i follow,
not knowing which way is up,
the direction seems hollow,
yet i climb towards the top,

Perhaps im going somewhere,
Towards you or away,
but i know ill try to get there,
in one or another way,

If i so happen,
to lose my way up this rope,
your voice i will apprehend,
and perhaps a new light of hope,

For you my grip will be tight,
as i climb and wait for your pull.
for the mean time i'll spend the night,
at a distance from breaking a rule,

suspended and waiting,
without a doubt in my mind,
for you to come saying,
yourself you have come to find,
that everything is now okay,
your time was not futile,
perhaps maybe some day,
i'll be able to cross that mile.

Till then i'll be waiting,
patient like i never was,
still constantly pulling,
on this rope connecting us.