My Poems (1998-2000)

I thought the poems I wrote almost a decade ago were obliterated for good. Losing a copy of them a few years back had them become leaves fallen into a river and never to be found again. So I thought.

A decade ago I remember how my writing contemplated about love, life and God. I was agnostic back then. And we all can’t help it. Instead of us writing about our daily high school homework, early adolescence affected everyone with the love bug. We all had our share of love poems, quotes and love letters.

If not for Pamela Chan, who told me once that I was her favorite contradiction (lolx), the poems I wrote ten years ago would have remained in the ashes of my yesteryears. Fortunately a few days ago Pam told me that she still has a softcopy of the poems I wrote. I was elated, almost euphoric for I will have them again. For sure I’d figure out how much I have changed over the years. So she forwarded it back to me. Reading something you wrote a decade earlier, knowing you have lost them for 8 good years, is quite breathtaking. It felt funny when I started to remember to who did I wrote each love poem to. Of course, we all can’t help it. We all fell in love the same way.

So to Pam, thank you.

I wrote these poems sometime between the years 1998 and 2000. Aundren Siakhe was my alter-ego love deity, my dream girl actually. I haven’t thought of that name for a long while now. I wrote “Lost Love” as a heartache laden sad poem. The poem entitled “Girl” being one of my favorite was mostly translated questions on love, forgetting and forgiveness. A Song to the Omnipotent was written as a religious verse of my perception on life. The poem “The Kids Aren’t Alright” spoke about the old neighborhood where I grew up. How the lives of people are being swallowed by society. Terran 24 and Cry of David were my subtle reflections on man’s journey in life. “The Man”, a poem I wrote in just twenty minutes, spoke about the importance of life in this diversified world on love and hate. “Warrior Poets” is my tribute to the pen. Most of my poems pay homage to a certain person, entity or idea.

Back then, my writings were as raw as my perceptions in life as a young teenage kid. Those were the times when I began to learn things about life.

After eight years of losing my own poetry, finding them is as much as like finding my own self again. I realized how much things have changed over the years. Most importantly, I have realized that in life, there are some things you lose which are meant to be found. Now, they are back to where they belong. And I almost feel like, I have always been their home.

Here is a link to my poems.