iNK Blurbs

BROKEN  By: N.E.B.  Why does it hurt so much when I don’t own your stare?  Why does it hurt so much when your words aren’t mine to hear?  Why does it hurt so much when I am not the reason you laugh?  It hurts more when the love from you is something I can’t have.  I want you to look at me like you want no one else  walk with me slowly like a car with broken wheels.  Talk to me and I promise that I am all ears.  Love me and the same I do without fears.  Why does it hurt so much as you have not spoken a word?  You haven’t said anything and losing you, I can’t afford.  Because I know I will hear just a piercing news,  A bleeding separation that everyone knows.  It hursts so much that my world would break in two  That my life I planned with you is gone, too.  Let me know how I would mend this broken heart to see,  When I know that you were never been entirely honest with me.  Why does it hurt so much like that of a twisted bone?  Or even more that one could ever fathom?  It’s quite fitting

Sweet Complications By: Mr. N.E.B. I always dreamed of a perfect life, Where I possess the luxurious rife. I thought it would make me happy, But i realized that it is just temporary. Until the day I found a precious you. My heart leapt with glee, and my soul too. Man, I can’t contain the feeling of wanting, Which gets stronger with all my undertakings. When I first held your hand and cupped it with mine, Was the day that My heart and life did shine. Your presence that makes my life turn upside down, Is the same presence that I want to have and renown. Yes, you made me feel perfect and elated, Yet you made it a little bit complicated. I never used to loving someone to my satisfactions, And your love brings my life with sweet complications. Seven months is indeed a parcel of our perfect story to tell, I am confident with the sun and the moon and our fairy tale. I know the universe will be in our favor, To let us live and love

A Poem  You By: Christine Joy C. Espartero I can still clearly remember how we said our first hello. Never expected that there is love waiting to grow. When I first accepted your invite for a date, I knew that my heart was at stake. I tried putting a barrier to forfend myself to loving you. But one, two, and three meetings, I crashed it down for you. And let myself fall in love with you, Shared the memories and feelings all new. I thank you! Thank you for adding happiness in me. With your fake laughs at my silly jokes. Those sweet messages that have made my days. And your constant reminder that I am loved the way I deserve. I love and appreciate all of those. I long to have you again beside me. To share a sip from my cup of coffee. To walk with you under the pretty sunset hues. And tell you stories without dues. You are my sunshine during my darkest nights. You are my rest in the stressful life. You are my cure in every

You Over Math By: Christine Joy C. Espartero You are as unique as Math. No, You are more precise. Sometimes, Math doesn't give exact value. But you, you gave me value exactly. No decimal points and no rounding off. Exactly! Like I am a number with a perfect square. Math has many twists that made my brain squeezed. Same as you, but wanting me to make the time freeze. Math gives problems that are hard to deal with. You have many solid solutions to give. But just like math, you are always simplifying them. While constants have variables, Abscissa has its ordinates, Ordered pairs have X and Ys. To make equations equal. Me? I have you. We shall not be parallel lines that will never meet. Cause I know we will again. We may be like perpendicular lines. That will meet at a given point in time. Giving us angle to see each other in due time. You prove that our equation is more perfect, Than that of a quadratic equation. N