Saturday, April 11, 2009

"I'm Sorry"

As life goes on;
starting to learn more and more about responsibility,
and I realized what I've done is affecting you love for me.
I'm sorry for the times that I left home
I'm sorry if I did not call home.
I'm sorry for the times I did not know
when you are waiting for me at home...

I'm sorry for the times I would regret;
I'm sorry that I disrespect;
I am sorry for the things I've done;
I am sorry for the wrong thing that had come.

I just hope that my Sorry would just help;
just thinking of how you felt;
just wondering why I've done this to you.
I'm Sorry...
I rather feel sorrow and pain,rather than just die.


By: Christian Manzanares
Production: OnCe LiVeD iN sOrRoW
Mood: sorry and not forgiven...
Date:4/4/09

Smile Today,Cry Tonight.

Every day and all the time, I can't stop thinking of you,
I am addicted to you so deeply,and I can't live without you.

I can't miss a day to spend time with you.
I can't breath by myself,I can't stand by my own,
you hold me all the time,and I always will depend
on you in every moment you give to me.

I smile now and for every day light God gives me.
At night I am hopeless,unless you hold me for the
rest of my life.
I cry at night,when you leave and say good-bye.
I sigh all the time when I see you go bye bye.
I will wait,and will smile the next day.


By: Christian Manzanares
Production: OnCe LiVeD sOrRoW
Mood: lonely and bored
Date: 4/11/09

Live A Life,Die Happy...

I lived a life which changed my vision from the world today,
I lived a life which teared in sorrow,
I lived a life which I was proud of;
I lived and died for a moment...
I came back to life and see the world once more...
I lived this life and see it now in sorrow and
sadness put together with depression leading the pain...
I lived a life which shatter my dreams;
I lived a life and rather die Happy;
Rather than see haters smiling when I cry...
I lived a life and dies happy.

By: Christian Manzanares
Production: OnCe LiVeD iN sOrRoW
Mood: thinking of death...
Date: When I was 13 years old
Secret Poem Found....

Friday, April 10, 2009

Life Chance Was Not A Dream

I had a dream;
I dreamed of kissing you over the sea,
thinking it will never be,and will never be a
dream without you being what you were meant to be.
I see you;
I loved you;
I will be here for you.
I will love unless you kiss me goodbye,when I go home,
and remember the time we first met,and I will
keep you in my mind for the rest of my life

The day I was brought into the world and the world
was touched with a new footprint which was me
who stood on it.

I lived a life that was a nightmare,realizing I was
causing the pain my life,and have driven my self to hell.

I made things backfire,
I made this a reminder.

I had a dream the other year,
It showed me what was my future,so I stepped
forward in my life and saw you in my life...
Life,Death,Sorrow,Sadness,and Tears were just
a imagination; Life Chance was not a Dream,
I tell you...


By: Christian Manzanares
Production: OnCe LiVeD iN sOrRoW

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Blinded from the world...

Blinded from all beings,

Not knowing the world which once a vision where there were human beings;

Can't live without a sight;

Can't go on without a fight;

There is no reason to decide;

There is no reason to disagree with the things you did not do or have done;

You rather run away far from gone...

You think of waffles, you think you can shuffle, but you wonder and wonder why you are so troubled.

You are blind, you are denied from the worlds wonder of passion.

Good luck for the people who are blind... wish a happy life and still breathing.


By: Christian Manzanares
Productions: OnCe LiVeD iN sOrRoW



Tuesday, April 7, 2009

ShE sMiLeS sO bRiGhT aS aN AnGeL iN tHe NiGhT!

My Poem...
How can she always carry a smile?
Cheerful and joyous all the while?
So happy a face, unknown to pains,Not a dream that I see,
but a face in sight
Like a blooming rose,
so lovely and bright,
Giving me hope for the unknown tomorrow,
As a silver lining in the clouds of sorrow.
Soothing my summers like showers of rains.
A photo, they say, is lifeless and stale,
Can't hear or speak, cant move as well,
yet close to my heart as it hangs at an end,
The memories it carries, are real, my friend.

By:Christian Manzanares
Production: OnCe LiVeD iN sOrRoW