Poem: This Life Isn’t Ours To Own

   We were running the same route one step at a time, 

   parallel to each other, 

   side by side following the rhythm of the other. 

   We tried to make it spark

   but it wouldn't work out. 

   We loved one another like no other 

   but circumstances are pulling us away from each other.

   What we had is bad timing…really bad timing.

   Maybe today isn’t our time. 

   Maybe this life isn’t ours to own. 

   Maybe someday, sometime in a different dimension 

   Where that two oceans finally meet 

   I hope we would find our way back to each other 

   and finally be together.

   2011©Agapin Edrayll

    Image: Wuthering Heights 1992

Poem: Eyes Of The Pessimist

   I am a pessimist

   I see the negatives

   I judge the idiots

   I scream your woes

   I live in prejudice

   I laugh at injuries

   I embrace racism

   I support fascism

   I love to see the wrong in everyone

   So that I could rise among anyone

   I am prejudiced

   I discriminate

   I incriminate

   I point out the wrong.

   My soul is now blackened

   My life is now shrouded

   Lies and bigotry are all consuming me

   My eyes are of the negative

   They are the eyes of a pessimist

   2011©Agapin Edrayll

    Image: Girl, Interrupted

Poem: Then There Was This Happy Moment

   Then there was this happy moment

   A short lived dream 

   An escape from reality

   A fast lane to fantasy 

   Every smile meant a smile 

   No pretentions 

   No alibis 

   No lies 

   No demise 

   It took me my lifetime to reach this moment

   Everything was good 

   No glitches 

   No detours 

   All was well until reality came to dwell  

   In that moment

   In that brief moment

   Happiness was like no other

   I’d rather relieve that happy moment for all eternity 

   Than live my life looking back, 

   facing regrets for the rest of my life

   2011©Agapin Edrayll

    Image: Eternal Sunshine Of A Spotless Mind

Poem: Hope lost

   When hope is gone and all is lost,

   we feel the pain and mourn the loss.

   The anvil fell it did not serve us well.

   So now where it is,

   is where we shall dwell.

   What was once strong and holy,

   now remember it is hope in name only.

   2011©Agapin Edrayll

    Image: 300

Predestined Caricature Of Intimacy

   I breathe these living lines that pierce my beating heart

   And every page of these tattered books I keep

   The letters stab every ounce of me.

   With these sea of words that swarm their way around me

   It seems that I am a part of you and as you are of me,

   That we cannot do anything but to live along with this

   Predestined caricature of intimacy.

   2011©Agapin Edrayll
    Image: Jane Eyre 1996