This short text is from a letter i gave to my someone. I hope everybody here learns from my mistake. :cry:

Sorry

its been quite a while since we last saw each other. a year, four months, three days and five hours...

others may say im overreacting, "one year isn't a very long time. this guy is so hysterical..."

is it really that insignificant? every day that passed was like a millenium in my watch, every minute was like another period of regret, every second had a trace of pain and desperation.

i know, im an idiot. i've taken for granted the most beautiful thing that happened in my life. i didn't even gave importance to the times that we were together. you were everything in this world to me. they were right, you only regret when its too late...

im not yearning for anything, i'm not expecting you too come back, i just want to apologize to your heart...

"oh, hello, are you listening? are you beating for someone else right now?
i am so sorry if i once broke you.. please forgive me for being so naive..."

i have so much to say but i just can't find the words... i guess that is all for now. i'm sorry, i wish i could make it up to you..

Random Ramblings

I never took anything by heart. I'm always restless.
Some things aren't bought by money alone. I'm pressured in all the things that I do.
I try to become somebody. I always fail. I'm only good in lying.
I'm only good in being fake. My glass is empty.
I've got stitches on my heart. I hope to change.
But I'm afraid. I'm too noisy at times. I'm too quiet at times.
I'm unpredictable. I'm miserable in all the things that I do.
Breaking promises. Breaking rules.
I'm drowning again in sorrow.
I'm restless at summer. I feel little, being all alone.
Room full of unfamiliar faces. I want to break down.
I've got insomia. I've got a bleeding nose.
I've got endless headaches.
Full of distraught, I cry out.
I live in a hole that people passes by.
I write random things. I got one purpose.
I live in a grave. A house that has bad vibes.
A house that I want to stay in forever.

I'm trying new things to day. I'm in no mood to write my bads and goods. Its better to write this. Besides all that I did to day is
write the things that i heart and things that I despise. Anyway got to go.

`One shot down, nine hundred ninetynine to go.'

Life and death

it is amazing that people care so much about their life,
they claim to value life,
they do so much to extend life,
and fear death more than anything.

yet at the same time contribute to the death of countless of innocent being.

it is not necessary for another life to die just for me to live.
is my life more important than of animals?

the answer is that my life is not more important that any other person or creature alive. i choose not to wear leather or eat meat but yet i do so.
i dont want to contribute to the death of another living being but yet i contribute to their misfortune. life is very ironic sometimes...

but hey! its a jungle out there, and to survive we have to be strong.
we can't always live by our beliefs... however awful or dreaded it may sound, ending a life is the only way of sustaining another one.

Such Contentment

When we met, I was lost.
I was happy and carefree.
I was wasted half the time.
When we parted I was found, and discovered myself through the shadows of my own inner darkness.
When we reconciled there was still much left concealed,
so we came together again,
but differently than before.
Speaking more eloquently this time--
whispering from the heart in delicate trepidation.
And at last I will answer you...
This one is for you...

HI Neguno Nice posts, you are really a gentleman, sharing this such story to prevent us doing the same mistake, many thanks to you.

Btw yup u r right there are some mistakes there
"oh, hello, are you listening? are you beating for someone else right now?
i am so sorry if i once broke you.. please forgive me for being so naive..."
I think this one show that you are acting like a wussy and show insecurities there.

I like this part:
but hey! its a jungle out there, and to survive we have to be strong.
we can't always live by our beliefs... however awful or dreaded it may sound, ending a life is the only way of sustaining another one. Yup the strongest one is the one able to survive ^^

@Such Contentment this one is more likely a poetry great, you show how ussualy we just remember our fault just when we was parted. This one nice, you wrote it clearly si we can get the image easily and clearly. Keep it up m8, u r rockz

-garnet4david-

'Btw yup u r right there are some mistakes there
"oh, hello, are you listening? are you beating for someone else right now?
i am so sorry if i once broke you.. please forgive me for being so naive..."
I think this one show that you are acting like a wussy and show insecurities there.'

~i don't think anyone can really be honest while being proud at the same time. i just wanted to let her know how sincere i am in asking for forgiveness... even if it will mean setting aside my own pride in order to have her back again.

Something To Ponder On

Its raining again yet you’re miles away
Been missing you like hell, well what can I say
I was alone, without a single hint of your presence
Even your pictures on my wall can’t satiate your absense.

I am a rock, I need not to sleep
sleeping only induces delusions i dare not to keep
For each time I doze, I can almost feel you are here
Yet in my wake, I can see you nowhere near.

How miserable I am without your love
I am a ship lost at sea, i am a perplexed dove.
Hoping I can undo what has already been done
You only look for something the moment it is gone.

Wow great poem (Btw i will stick your thread if you add 2 more stories or poem) ok here is my comment:

@Something To Ponder On

This one shows us how big the sorrow and pain you feel when you left alone, i know this kind of feeling, i have also once been crying because of love. This one is great, the ryhme, the flow, all are arranged goodly.
My only comment is, i think you should forget her, just dont torture yourself because of her. I have felt the pain, i once tortured my felling, but nothing happen, trust me, girls are a lot in number (60% of the population) so just keep your eye on and wipe your sadness you might find your truelove someday later.

^_^ its ok.. remember the girl i mentioned before in @Sorry? she is also the girl im talking about here. well if you study it carefully, my poems are interconnected. i made this poem when we broke up. then suddenly i felt like im missing the whole world because of one girl. so i decided to write this poem. now where back together again, then i wrote @Such contenment. confusing eh. :rolleyes:

Yup Neguno, i remembered that, so @Sorry and @Something To Ponder On are the poem you made when you broke up and @Such contenment is the one you made when you cak with her ^^, nice to hear that hehehe wish u luck m8

This is a funny story i got from an anonymous author. His grammar and choice of words are really very amusing. :lol: There is an important lesson we should learn from his story though. The original formatting is unaltered and unrevised. Have fun!


Is dat my baby?
the telephone rang, it is 4:00 in the morning
i said “Hello who is this?” but you didn’t answer.
“Honeylemon, is that you?”
you answered, ”Yes.” you were crying.
i didn’t say a word.
there was no conversation for quite some time,
suddenly you spoke, you told me that you went to the clinic
i asked you why and you said we have a problem,
because in the result of your pregnancy test, you passed.
i didn’t have any thing to say.
oh, yes I did. Something was bothering me.
i asked you, “Are sure that im the father?”
you answered, “Yes… of course Stupid!”
i didn’t know what to do
so I hanged up the phone, as if the line just got disconnected.
its too early, I dont think I am ready
i didn’t know what to do.

i answered the phone. It is 5:00 in the morning
I said, “Hey! Why did you hanged up?”
you didn’t say a word.
“So, whats your plan?”
you answered, “You?
i asked, ”Why me? You!”
you said, “Why me only?”
i came to my senses. Its both our fault
instead of fighting, I swallowed my pride.
this is what we are going to do
we will do these responsively.
we should think that it is necessary.
what would be the best name for him…

Innocence
oh, how i adore the child in her
so innocent and sweet
The mischief in her eyes
the blush upon her cheek

The tender way she spoke
that showed me that she cared
The touch of her warm hand
that gently touched my hair

The smiles that we shared
that filled my life with glee
For when I was with her
I found the child in me.

Bravo Mr Neguno!! As an architect you have different kind of creative skills and this is a MUST for an architect. To feel and perceive the life different than the others. Keep going!!

I'm really embarassed for showing my soft side. LoL
but thanks for the compliment.

Hihihi Neguno, keep it up, u r rock, no need to embarassed to show ur soft side, girls like to see ur soft side rite ^^. The story is a chicken soup for the iphone soul

My Comment:
@Innocence

This one is simple but show us how attracted you to your girlfriend, correct me if i am wrong. This piece have a good flow, i like this. This girl must be the one perfect and suits you most ^^.

Keep posting more romantic poem m8 u r a knight with a white horse

-David Setiawan-

here is a short poem about an event last summer, its a happy moment yet lonely. it was hard for me to find the right words because the feeling was intense and undescribable, but here it goes have fun reading. :oops:

Love is Faithfulness
On a clear summer day, I was walking by the park,
It has been an exhausting week so I decided to relax.
My eyes were caught by a very attractive lady,
She was sitting by the grass beneath an old oak tree.

I don’t believed in fairies or even dream-come-true,
but she was different to behold, a rarity in a few.
Like a pearl in the ocean or a needle in a haystack,
I ran out of words, I was godsmacked.

Mustering some courage, I decided to speak to you,
We had so much fun together, you took away my blues.
Hoping I met you sooner, it would have hurt much less,
Because my heart already belongs to someone else.

[Edit]
Fixed some typos. ^^

Well as expected of neguno as romantic as usual ^^.
Hmm this one sounds like a diary thats because of the first stanza the way you wrote the first stanza is likes a diary. Also at the last stanza you changed the object (From she into you) i think this can make the reader confuse at first try. Its better if you change you into her ^^.
"Like pearl in the ocean or a needle in a haystack," i think its better if you use "Like a pearl in the ocean or a needle in a haystack," i think you forgot to add "a" after like.

This is just my oppinion, if its too harsh just ignore it. I can feel the beauty of this poetry ^^ keep it up ur rock.

-David Setiawan-

no problem, my bad. ^^ just a typo. its great to know someone who can criticize my work. it helps me to learn and get better at things i do. thanks. BR

Ahh.. another boring poem. I have alot of things in my mind so i make poetry my outlet for self-expression. enjoy reading. cheers!

Dont Read Me
I am a wanderer, a drifted vagrant,
Searching for a reason for my sad existence.
wealth is inadequate, fame is unimportant,
Something out there is of greater significance.

All my life, I was an oasis of imperfection,
For everything I do, there was always confusion.
I am only human, but they say it is no excuse,
But difficulties dull the mind and the body is abused.

My poem is almost over and my eyes are weary,
Completed another chapter of my nightly melancholy.
The future is inevitable, that is a stirring reality,
Tomorrow I’ll resume my quest for self-discovery.

Everybody has his/her own style of writing a composition.
Some like it quiet, some like it while listening to music.
As for me, I shut all the lights off and I compose directly on my pc.
Only the glare of my computer screen illuminates the room,
It gives such an emotional atmoshpere.

I dont know if its ok to post it here, but i just made a gif animation on how i look like while im writing. it is a little rough so please bear with me. ^_^

Hi neguno ehehe bit busy after i started a new semester. Wow nice gif , do you made it yourself? Hmm as expected of you, you are a great artist. You will become a great architect someday later ^^.

My comment @Dont Read Me
Its not boring at all ^^. This one also have a great rhyme, i wonder you are so great to be able to make a rhymed poetry. This one is a great poetry, sometime we feel imperfect maybe about appearance, money, knowledge, charisma, etc. Everynight we sleep we seek for better tomorrow, even it sometime never come. But i believe as long as we tried we'll get what we want. Trust it m8. Btw This one is great, hope you post more. I think i need to listen to some music to get some inspiration ^^

Thank you for such inspiring comments. You made my day complete. Its my pleasure posting in your thread. I think this is the best section in the competition area, it brings out the creativity and talents out of an individual. thanks. ^^ cheerio!

did you every wonder what is the purpose of your existence? what urges you to carry on and face every challenge that life throws to you? are you tired of living this life? keep reading if you seek answers.


About Living a Good Life

Ready or not, someday, it will come to an end.
There will be no more sunrises, no more minutes, hours or days.
All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten,
Will pass to someone else.
Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irerelevance.
Your grudges, resentments, and jealousies will fully disappear.
So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans, and to do list will expire.
The wins and loses that once seemed so important will fade away.
It won’t matter where you come from,
Or what side of the tracks you lived at.
It won’t matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant.
Even your gender or skin color will be irrelevant.
So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?
What matter is not what you bought, but what you built.
Not what you got, but what you gave.
What will matter is not your success, but your significance.
What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion,
courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered
or encouraged others to emulate your example.
What will matter is not what your competence, but your character.
What matters is not how many people you know
but how many will feel a lasting loss when you’re gone.
What will matter is how long you will be remembered
by whom or for what.
Living a life that matters doesn’t happen by accident.
It’s not amatter of circumstances but of choice.
Choose to live a life that matters.

Yes this story is good, i hope someday later we can compile a special ebook for your story. This one remind me how do i chosen a women. I ussualy choose women based on appearance, maybe i am too selfish but still i think we have principal, maybe someday later my principal will vanish 2. Thx 4 sharing Neguno keep it up u r rockz

Something i wrote when we got together again. ^^ she never saw this.

Such Contentment

When we met, I was lost.
I was happy and carefree.
I was wasted half the time.
When we parted I was found, and discovered myself through the shadows of my own inner darkness.
When we reconciled there was still much left concealed,
so we came together again,
but differently than before.
Speaking more eloquently this time--
whispering from the heart in delicate trepidation.
And at last I will answer you...
This one is for you...

oh, i too like this phrase ... and i got them here ... h**p://theescapeartist.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_theescapeartist_archive.html

I apologize for not giving credit to the author of the poem. i guess everyone makes foolish mistakes. i fell in love with the poem and i just had to share to it here. once again, i give the author my sincerest apologies. BR

hey neguno, About Living a Good Life is a great peom. i didnt know u got a thread for ur peoms, keep sharing.

Thanks pal. You know what you can post your poems or compositions too here in garnet4david2001's thread if you want.

This is an short story written by Alex Galt, I find it really weird but romantic at the same time. somehow i feel that i can relate myself to the story. happy reading. ^^

Mathematical Aphrodisiac

by Alex Galt

In the days when John and I used to break up all the time, we made a decision to see each other only casually. Dates were okay, but no more than once a week. We were going to lead separate lives, getting together occasionally when the spirit moved us, but without worrying about commitment.

One day at the beginning of this period, we were sitting together on the floor of John’s one-room apartment. He was knitting himself a sweater and I was reading Fermat’s Last Theorem. Every now and then, I’d interrupt his knitting to read him passages from my book.

“Did you ever hear of amicable numbers? They’re like perfect numbers, but instead of being the sum of their own divisors, they’re the sum of each others divisors. In the Middle Ages people used to carve amicable numbers into pieces of fruit. They’d eat the first piece themselves and then feed the other one to their lover. It was a mathematical aphrodisiac. I love that – a mathematical aphrodisiac.” John showed little interest. He doesn’t like math much. Not like I do. It was one more reason for us to be casual.

Christmas fell during this period, and since I hate to shop, I was glad to be able to cross John off my shopping list. We were too casual for presents. While I was shopping for my grandmother, however, I saw a cryptic crossword puzzle book and bought it for John. We had always worked on the cryptic crossword puzzles at the back of The Nation, and for five bucks I figured I could give it to him.

When Christmas rolled around, I handed John the book – unwrapped, very casual. He didn’t give me anything at all. I wasn’t surprised, but my feelings were a little hurt, even though I wasn’t supposed to care. The next day, John invited me over to his apartment. “I have your Christmas present” he said. “Sorry it’s late.”

He handed me an awkwardly wrapped bundle. When I pulled it open, a rectangle of hand-knit fabric fell on my lap. I picked it up and looked at it, completely confused. One side had the number 124,155 knitted into it; the other side had 100,485. When I looked up at John again, he was barely able to contain his excitement anymore. “They’re amicable numbers,” he said. “I wrote a computer program and let it run for twelve hours. These were the biggest ones I found, and then I double-knit them in. It’s a pot holder. I couldn’t give it to you last night but I still haven’t figured out how to cast off. It’s kind of geeky, but I thought you might like it.”

After that Christmas, we were a lot of things, but we weren’t casual anymore. The ancient mathematical aphrodisiac had worked again.

i didnt though are are good in compising poems like this. did u compose all of this? based on your poem, i think u are a dramatic type of person?

no, at all. i got the other poems and stories from authors whose works i admired alot. and i just had to share them here for everyone to appreciate better the art of poetry. lets just say, everybody has a soft side and poetry is my way of expressing my self. ^^ BR

@Neguno my comment is this one is cool and great sweet and romantic. Well a couple should be balance when the one hate math, the other like it, the same like when the boy lazy he should find a diligent girl ^^. The last part is really unpredictable its the sweetest part. The only strange part is he able to make a computer program but don like math heheh kinda contrary ^^. Keep it up, if you have more please post it, i will compile it into mobipocket or java.

you can compile into a java program? wow! sweet! do you need to use a certain software or is it pure programming? i would really love to know how to make a java program or mobipocket for mobile phones.

did you every wonder what is the purpose of your existence? what urges you to carry on and face every challenge that life throws to you? are you tired of living this life? keep reading if you seek answers.


About Living a Good Life

Ready or not, someday, it will come to an end.
There will be no more sunrises, no more minutes, hours or days.
All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten,
Will pass to someone else.
Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irerelevance.
Your grudges, resentments, and jealousies will fully disappear.
So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans, and to do list will expire.
The wins and loses that once seemed so important will fade away.
It won’t matter where you come from,
Or what side of the tracks you lived at.
It won’t matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant.
Even your gender or skin color will be irrelevant.
So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?
What matter is not what you bought, but what you built.
Not what you got, but what you gave.
What will matter is not your success, but your significance.
What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion,
courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered
or encouraged others to emulate your example.
What will matter is not what your competence, but your character.
What matters is not how many people you know
but how many will feel a lasting loss when you’re gone.
What will matter is how long you will be remembered
by whom or for what.
Living a life that matters doesn’t happen by accident.
It’s not amatter of circumstances but of choice.
Choose to live a life that matters.

Hi Neguno... I Like this piece, can I quote it to be used sumwhere? but I'm sure I won't plagiarize, I will still quote your name for writing it.

Oh, i saw you on the personalized avatar thread. ^^ nice to see you here. sure, no problem. just put anonymous or unknown because i just got this from an unknown author. and besides i don't like the idea of being recognized with my poetry. LoL it makes my image very sissy. hahaha!

Neguno is the best. kip it up

Oh, i saw you on the personalized avatar thread. ^^ nice to see you here. sure, no problem. just put anonymous or unknown because i just got this from an unknown author. and besides i don't like the idea of being recognized with my poetry. LoL it makes my image very sissy. hahaha!

Thanks, i just liked the thought of that piece. I thought you mad it yourself that's why I want to let you know first before getting it. Thanks again. Yeah I was in the avatar section trying to request for a customized avatar.

Hi steffie hehe

Sorry guys if i haven't posted here in a while, i am busy in the S60 Personal Screensaver thread making customized screensavers for members. I'll be posting here again soon. BR

will just wait for your next composition

@Neguno you can use tbcr something like ebooks creator for java, or you can compile it into mobipocket prc. I am also sorry for not posting here for long time, i am busy with making new poem, also new theme hehe. I will post soon.

Hehe seems like everybody is here now. Welcome here and happy posting

Requiem
i am at the verge of insanity for my mind is failing me
the blade is my friend and i am my own worst enemy.
uncertainty, fear, doubt, anger and rejection
and im about to lose my will to these emotions.

in my entire existence i was a cesspool of failure
enough is enough this is way too much to endure.
i was never good enough or have i done well,
it means nothing anyway so what the hell...

i sense my soul, screaming, wanting to break lose,
i feel the blood in my veins flowing, waiting to ooze.
please forgive me for what im about to do,
i am sorry i am weak, i cant go through.

my apologies to all loveones i will let down,
forgive me for i am not man enough to go on.
i wish we have more time to spend together,
but i guess its too late now, soon it will be over.

Nice piece! Keep it up Neguno, I really like those poems.

Wew sorry i have been away for a long time hehe, i am kinda busy with my mini thesis and now i got a 1 week holiday ^^. As ususal great poem by neguno, but i think this one have too many words per sentence, maybe if you make it shorter it will be more beautiful. Btw i am sorry that you hate ur friend, but so do i, i am several times betrayed and now i surely wont believe any friend too much. As long as i have my family its ok. Fiuh, you kno 26 sept is the birthday of the first girl i have been in love with.