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Life in Poetry: Letter to the Unknown

If there is one thing I value in life, its friends. As much as you want to be in touch with all of your friends, they have a life too. They also have other friends. They will come, and then they will go. Nothing ends, you still see them, you still get a chance to talk to them, but you know you just have to wait for that time like reunions or get togethers. At one point you see them everyday but good things don’t last. But in every person, there is always a special group of friends that you can truly say you roll with. That you live and breath for these guys. A group of friends in which you could say you would die and take a bullet for them. Changes do come, but I still think its crazy to know when one suddenly disappears from an elusive group. You just don’t disappear that way, you always find a way to keep in touch. That is why I am really surprised that a friend of mine all of a sudden acts like we don’t mean shit no more. Sure, I’m happy he found God much more closer than before, and is working hard for his career, but c’mon, one night won’t hurt. He mean so much to me and that is why I’m doing this. Ken Salang, if there is by any chance you’ll get to read this, this poem is for you and to all the people in which experienced having to lose a friend. I don’t know what more I can say, we love you man, and if you act that way, we still respect that. But in all honesty, its all fucked up with how you are treating us. But if is what it is, then so be it. Here’s to you…

Letter to the Unknown

by: Noel Yulo

I remember someone told me years ago
That friends do come and then they go
But we’ve known you for far too long
For you too act like you’re already gone
So tell me something dear my friend
Why you’re not moving in that sand?
It’s quickly swallowing you in whole
Sad part is you don’t care at all
We’re already extending our hands to you
Not moving a muscle you’re making us fools
A successful career we all know you want
Trying to be your parents’ prodigal son
News flash though, all of us are
Working hard so in life we’ll go far
In every time that all of us can show up
Why can’t you find ways to suddenly pop out?
As of now we all have different shit in life
But we can always find a way to be free at night
You’re too busy that’s why your away from us?
Preaching about God like you’re the next Jesus?
At least every time Jesus’ preached to the people
He was always surrounded closely by his disciples
In by any means we are not your followers
But in our lives your presence truly matters
We make fun of you oh, we are all aware
Being laughed at is something each of us bare
Its part of our brotherhood you already know that
But you treat us like were demons that’s a fact
You call us immature you think we don’t know?
We dragging you down right isn’t that so?
Are you too grown up to even have fun?
To play with us under the heat of the sun?
Well if that is the case then so be it
Clearly your new passion had us all beat
But whatever happens you’re still our homie
You’re going through something we cannot see
But it’s fucked up to blow us off all the time
For you hanging out with us is a punishable crime
You can’t blame us if we act like you don’t exist
It’s a sad truth and for you to know we insist
If we mean anything to you then do us a favor
Just show up once before you’re gone forever
Tell us everything you want to say
So all of us can start a new day
Give us time to grieve on your tombstone
Before one day comes and to us you’re unknown


Life in Poetry: Deep Shit

Got so many things going on with my life right now. I don’t really know what to do or what I need to do or what I need to do next. All I know is that I am in deep shit now, and this is how it goes…

Deep Shit

by: Noel Yulo

I try to be calm as I go on with my life

Even if I’m breaking down and losing my might

And as much as I want to be happy and okay

Right now everything is all work, and definitely no play

You think that I am strong and always on the go

But truth is I just want my life to be slow

Money and career has been eating me up

Despite the times I think  that I absolutely suck

I always believe that I will be great one day

“But you haven’t done any shit”, in my mind I would say

Sometimes I don’t know what to do anymore

I wan to get out but I can’t open the door

I need to face the light but its burning my eyes

Somebody save me before it’s too late and I die

However, I wish I was already dead

Wearing a suit lying peacefully on my bed

Maybe its better if Noel Yulo disappears

Aside from my parents, no one will really shed their tears

No one will feel sad if they knew I was gone

It’s not like I was known as the prodigal son

I knew I made a difference to the friends that I have

But now there all gone which makes me abandoned and really sad

It’s not like I’m asking them to pay me for what I have done

I just wish they’ll have the initiative to help me get out of this hump

I’m just in real sorrow now as I’m writing this poem

The pen and paper are non-living things so that leaves me alone

If you can feel my flow then you can feel my pain

I’m just looking for a leverage before I go insane

With the way I’m writing this it’s almost a rap song

But I don’t have a beat so keep on reading along

Poor families out there are hungry and homeless

So I shouldn’t be complaining because I”m actually blessed

But it’s just an excuse and I have heard that before

Just forget about me and go save that kid on the floor

That child might be the next great president in the future

While most probably I’m just going to transform into a dark living creature

What am I saying, I am going dark now

I don’t know what to do next so I need a time-out

I know there is hope so I need to stay calm

Maybe take the bible out and start reading the Psalms

With what I’m going through, my life IS a bitch

I’m still looking for something that would flip the switch

I’m taking out my problems but in the garbage can they don’t fit

I need to find a way quick before I’m buried alive in this deep shit

Life in Poetry: A Rainy Afternoon

It’s a cold Sunday evening here. It’s been cloudy the entire day. But who doesn’t really like this type of  weather? It’s cold, comforting, relaxing, makes you want to just stay on your bed. Despite the case, the cold weather can sometimes give you that feeling where you simply just feel down. You feel sad, you think of all those sad memories that you have. For short, as much as a cold weather could make you relax, it could also downright make you feel…well, sad.  Earlier this afternoon, there was a power outage for about two hours. I went out to get some cold air, sat on our terrace and I couldn’t help but feel sad, alone and down. And as I watched the rain, I was just in a vegetative state. I just sat on the chair, thinking of how sad my life was, in a cold rainy afternoon….

A Rainy Afternoon

by: Noel Yulo

As I sat on a chair with a cold shiver

The cold air that surrounds me I try to savor

Yet as I hear the sound of dripping rain

I found myself in a very unusual pain

It was a pain that I couldn’t feel emotionally

Just a simple pain of my heart being empty

The dark grey skies were just like my soul

It was just plain gloom, no fight to uphold

A sad face was already in front of my head

It was a sight of a man who can be considered dead

I just couldn’t fight off these sad emotions

Sucking the life and turning me a site of decomposition

And as much as I avoid to be in this state

The happiness that I lost was something I couldn’t recreate

I finally gave myself one last sigh and then stood-up

Shaking up whatever sadness for the moment I got

Some people may find this weather to be relaxing

But the sadness it would give the human soul is never surprising

It just one of those days you cannot help but get swoon

By a sad aura you will get, from a rainy afternoon