Of Moonlit Dreams and Good byes
-© 14/07/06 Gilainne Sytingco-

Hiatuses of thought precluded slumber,
As I visited him like a dream.
The night was cold and his wisps of breath
Could so clearly, be seen.
The darkness was salacious -
Slivers of light glossed over our undulating forms.
The howling wind masked his susurrations,
But the pale moonlight betrayed his sensual form.
He cried out as I turned away,
Thus I parted his lips with a sigh
And embraced it with a kiss
That spoke a thousand words
As I bade him good night
And good bye.

Untitled-2
-© 16/06/06 Gilainne Sytingco-

Cry
Tears wont stop fallin’
Like raindrops
Crystal clear.

Break
My heart is so broken
Pain wont stop coming
Shattered and crushed
I feel.

Sad and angry
Bitter and hurt
Torn into pieces
Feelin’ like I’m in a cage
Trapped.

Please…
Won’t you let me get out?

Spinning, spinning
My world is twisting
Dear God
I’m falling…
STOP!

New Poems

I read too much Shakespeare & Browning so my recent poems are somewhat influenced by that style...err mostly the use of "Thee".

THE LOST ART
-17/05/06 © Gilainne Sytingco-

A lost poet seeking to be inspired
Wanders through the mind's recess
But illusive in nature
The Art cannot be found
Replaced by its doppelganger
Logic and text-book words
The drone of which
Leaves an empty shell.
As is a painter who is unable to paint
The writer is unable to write.
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UNTITLED
-18/05/06 © Gilainne Sytingco-

The unskilled poet attempts to write
Nay, withdraw - I dare not be so deemed
For unworthy of the title 'Poet,' I am.

What is it to write - those artforms
called Verse?
Those magic words which dance on page.
To write is to dabble into dreams and
thoughts absurd.

In wishful thinking, I thought to attempt
to write
Inspiration I seek - and yet here I sit
-Uninspired.
My dull mind contains not beautiful words
As poetic forms simply elude.

And so I let myself be guided by thoughts
of thee
My hands scrawling the words of my heart...
Those feelings which I speak - not well
No easy feat - this I can tell.

I'll have you know that these days spent
without thee
Begin not with the rising and setting of
the fire-balled sun...
But...more simply with thoughts - of thee.
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PERPETUITY'S END
-18/05/06 © Gilainne Sytingco-

Each night I further delay my rest
As I await perpetuity's end
For when the clock strikes two
'Tis your voice I hear
And so my days are lived one moment
less
As each of my Tomorrows seek
one of your Todays.
But this, not done at your behest.
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THE COUNTDOWN
-17/05/06 © Gilainne Sytingco-

For since that moment
Spent without thee
Each day I have counted
As they fell from thirty-four to
thirty-three.
Eagerly awaiting - now at twenty-one
Each day passed heralds the coming
of thee.
Heavy eyes - as I am lulled by night
I think: bittersweet sorrow...
As I sleep to dream - of you and me.

Past works mostly written back in high school...Chronological order commencing from the earliest works...

CRUSH
I stare at you
Out of the window
Hoping to catch your eye
See you smile
But you didn't even
Turn your head
And look my way.
I run down the halls
Hoping to find you...
To catch a glimpse of you...
To hear your voice.
Even just one word
Would satisfy me
But you never appear.
I'm going crazy
Head over heels for you.
My heart throbs fast
When I think about you.
I can hear my pulse beating
Inside my head
When I see you...
How can I get you outta my mind?
You inhibit
Every moment,
Every minute,
Every hour.
I've fallen for you...
I've got a crush on you.
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SOMETIMES
Sometimes I think
Of what it would be like
To be in a different place,
And in a different time.
Sometimes I think
What it would be like
Living in an unfamiliar place,
Not knowing anyone.
But sometimes never comes
Cuz' I like it hereI
n this place
Anyway.
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DREAM
I had a dream last night.
I was walking down
The empty hallways
Seeing nothing...
Hearing nothing.
There was no one around,
No sounds of laughter.
Then I remembered...
That school had gone and passed.
I was not supposed to be here
In this old, familiar place.
And so,
I turned around...and walked away.
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Written in 2000...
L O V E
Love is blind...
So I do not see.
Love is deaf...
So I do not hear.
Love is patient...So I wait.
Love is fragile...
It will break.
Like a broken vase
Shattered into a million pieces.
Like sand crumbling...
Trickling out of your hand,
Never to be repaired.
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Eh...I have no idea how to put funny squiggly fonts and letters online...So you will have to put up with normal font...
F A C A D E
See
The calm facade
Impassive, undisturbed, serene.
But beneath the surface
In the deepest, darkest hole
A monster lies
Chaotic, in turmoil
Full of pent-up emotions
Feelings unexpressed.
Anger,
Frustration,
Grief
Confusion.
Bubbling inside,
Driving to insanity,
Till one day,
Burst
Once hidden, suddenly
Rise to the surface
Destroying,
Devastating,
Eliminating,
Eradicating,
Fueled by madness
Unable to stop.
Until all is released.
The monster returns
To his fathomless hole,
A surface of quicksilver calm -
Just a facade.
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MAYBE TOMORROW
Everyday
I walk past a man
Destitute, homeless, jobless
Slumped weary
On the footpath
Crumpled box by his feet.
Eyes on ground
Looking up occassionally,
"Sir, spare a dollar."
"Ma'am I've no food."
"Miss I got no home."
Hundreds of people
Strolling past him
Yet everyday
Box is empty.
None are willing to give.
Walking past
A ningling feeling
Small voice whispers
Give him a dollar
Maybe two.
Perhaps ten
Or even fifty?
But overruled by
Selfish feeling.
Morals battle
Facts speak
Until too late.
Feeling pity,
But nothing happens.
Tomorrow again
Strolling past him.
Maybe tomorrow!
But maybe
Not me.
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W A I T I N G
Sitting down
Beside the phone
Fingers drumming
Thoughts running
Minutes pass
Turning into hours.
'Why?'
'Why hasn't it rung?'
Annoyance leading
To Frustration
To Anger
Venting out on pillow.
Then back to drumming
Beside the phone
Sitting down
Waiting.
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EPITOME OF BEAUTY
The epitome of beauty
Is perfection.
Or so they say.
In ancient times
Wondered at the moon
A flawless orb
Smooth, undented,
Shining bright.
But in the future
New knowledge
No longer flawlss
But hole-ridden.
A dew-sprinkled rose
Perfect shape,
Brightly coloured,
Soft to touch.
But prick of thorn,
Spot of blood,
No longer perfect
Or delicate to touch.
Perfection
The epitome of beauty?
Merely concealment
Of a blemish,
A fault,
A flaw.
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This is by far my most favourite (out of all the poems I have ever written).

ONE WINTER NIGHT
Gilainne Sytingco © August 6, 2003
A winter breeze
A blue-black sky.
A frosty breath
Escapes to fly.
A winter dream
A chilly night.
A falling star,
Lights up the night.
A pallid moon
A fading light.
A gentle hug
To say Goodnight.
Two cold hands
Two warm hearts.
A soft winter's kiss
To end the perfect night.