Ryanimay Repulsa Strikes Again !

Dear Yesterday,

Please don’t let me forget about you.
I need my mistakes and my memories of failure.
In order to succeed for Today and Tomorrow.
Show me what I’ve done so I can do more.
And teach me ways I can visit you, without staying for too long.

Dear Today,

Refuse to be taken for granted.
And encourage my choice to love you.
Help me to make you beautiful.
So that when you become Yesterday
I will remember you Tomorrow.

Dear Tomorrow,

Be nothing like Today.
And everything more than Yesterday.
Teach me the value of time
As I appreciate your arrival.
Because Yesterday and Today both know, you can never promise to arrive.

‘Rocketship’

This is what life is like
When I believe true love exists.
And I will do so forever.
Because she is out there.
And she has been here.

Fate had given mercy enough
To deliver her constancy to me
Just as I had unbrokenly desired.
Although to my grave dismay
I was not prepared to receive her.

Yet I take no misery upon defeat
Within detachment of physical bond.
Nor do I allow my revulsion
To corrupt the grace of her memory.
In absolute truth she remains divine.

She will serve as testimony evermore
As the only dream brazen forward
To challenge the fabric of my reality.
The echo of her beauty resonates eternal
And requires no form of reminiscence.

Her existence in me is shelter and peril.
She has made darkness into daylight.
And in her absence I have seen
Time become torture.
And pain become purpose.

For what then shall I account
The sympathy of fate to provide foretaste
And permit me a mere sample
Of a magnificence beyond my epoch.
I beg mercy shall not live here as cruelty.

I deeply sustain both blessing and curse
In notion that my days survive unfinished.
This is what life is like.
When she has been here.
And I have let her go.

In mercy I know she exists.
In cruelty I know she is gone.

This is my heart’s concern as I yearn for her return.

This is a letter to my destiny .  Towards which I plan to cultivate my path .

Think of it as ‘writing letters through time’ .
In the future, I hope to have many of these to give to her .

Whoever she is .
Maybe she could be reading it right now .  =)

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I wonder where you are .
And what you’ve written so far .
Your life story is an enchantment to me
In knowing I will someday be part of it .

You don’t know who I am .  Or where I am .
It could be a long time before you find out .
These city lights may never shine your way .
Your symphony might lay unwritten; and your song left silent .
But I will be a blessed man to earn the honor of making you smile .

I’ll live for you before you know it .
The sun won’t ever set on my virtue .
All I have is enough time to improve myself
And ultimately rival the horizon of your elegance .

These days will inevitably become the past .
And we’ll sit and talk about them sometime .
By then, any memories of days when you felt lonely will disperse .
Because you’ll know even then, I was out here .
Working hard to somehow .  someday .  gain the unfailing ability
To promise you happiness before you know it .

You’ll be a part of my life before you realize I’m even living .
I have faith that you exist .  You’re here in my reality somewhere .
And I know I won’t be imagining you forever .
You’re going to be wonderful .
So I need to be that, too .

I can’t paint your picture .  Or assemble your image .
Your existence shatters the capacity of my expectations
And I couldn’t even compose a fiction beyond your marvel
If I had an infinite power of boundless exaggeration .

You’re going to change what I believe in life and love .
And what I believe I love about life .
Regardless of how I prepare, I don’t think I’ll ever truly be ready
For that first moment your eyes strike me frozen .
Truly, that will be both the defeat and victory of my spirit .

I’ll have to find a thousand new ways to express myself .
You’ll have me frequently distracted, disoriented, and speechless .
But never regretful to find myself that way .

I used to think that I’d be able to write the most captivating poem
About you .  After I know you better .

However, once I finally meet you, I doubt I’ll write anything .
Because everything about you, will be beautifully unexplainable .

So I’m going to spend my time writing for you now .
Until these words grow to fail in value .
At the mercy of your truth .

. ryan