Poor Rhoda

31 May 2010

I pity her because of the problem she had.
She’s torn between her lover and her love.
One who causes trouble but never knows.
One who is angry and with a smoking nose.

She is loved by an insisting fool,
who thinks what he’s doing is very cool,
sending her flowers, chocolates, and letters.
Though she hates him, she just can’t stop him.

On the other hand, her love is silently jealous,
thinking she likes the man with a sending clause.
He nags her and then he never talks,
and his eyes are making these flaming looks.

At time, he caught her with her open lines.
Read the message from the man he dislikes.
So he grabbed her phone and ejected the card,
break into two without making a sound.

Poor Rhoda who is suddenly confused,
she never thought that it was an act of abuse.
Poor guys who didn’t even think twice,
they made things without knowing the prize.

requested by Rhoda Oliveros

kenn jimena

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Attention Seekers

17 May 2010

I hate attention seekers.
I am not perfect but I’m not one of them.
I hate them for they are shallow.
I hate their words we can’t swallow.
I hate them for they’re psychos.
I hate them and that is true.

I hate attention seekers,
And I will never be one of them.
I just hope they will change.
I just hope they’ll stop the rage.
I just want them to be good.
I just want them to be understood.
I just want to hope that they would.

I hate attention seekers,
But I always wanted to help them.
I pity them for they have nobody.
I pity them for they are crazy.
I pity them and I want them to get free.
I pity them for they’re not attended.
I pity them for they have fake friends.
I pity them for they always pretend.

kenn jimena

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4 May 2010

Running horses on the tin roof,
hear every step of their hoofs.
Tikatak! Tikatak! They gently drop,
tears of heaven he couldn’t stop.

He pours drop after another heavy drop.
Never-ending sounds of tikatak tikatak.
I’d like to have a share of it,
but I can’t, I’m not ready to get wet.

Tikatak! Tikatak! It lingers to my ears.
These are the only sound I hear.
I can’t stop the horses from running.
I can’t stop the tears he is crying.

Beautiful! Precious! Truly and only rain.
I understand how heavy is the pain.
Let go of the burden of heavy tears.
Drop it to us; it’ll be okay because we care.

kenn jimena

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