an ode to ponks

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

ponksthis post is a sad post.

here goes...







an ode to ponks.
(by me obviously)

out you go to the open world
mighty mp3 player of mine
thanks for the service
the entertainment
and the fun
you helped me through a lot my buddy
through insomnia attacks
induced by my fear of the dark
you sang to me in different tunes and different voices
ur so versatile
you glow a faint glow of assurance
you faltered only after i fall asleep
i wake up and change ur batteries everyday
cos ur circuits drain the batts out
dry to the core
u carry only a few songs
but they were my favorites none the less
u tumbled and crossed paths
with the floor many times
but u survived
you helped me through awkward train rides
you saved me from boring vacations
you spared me from dull transit times
and in between connection flights
i know that this poem sucks
but again it accentuates ur hidden trait
ur a loyal servant mp3 player ponks
cos even if i just thought of ur name at this moment lang,
u still never said a word
u never complained
u pulled me through thick and thin
sulit ka na rin. (wow rhyme un a!)
u were expensive back then (5000)
but every penny was worth it
im selling u now at half the price cos ur out dated and old
but i will treasure ur memory more than i treasure my exes
i know its not much of an honor
but ur an object and im just talking to myself
so that should do
i'll miss you ponks
kahit naka-iPod nako, di kita kakalimutan.
u have a special rockin nook inside my noisy cramped heart. astig.

sana madalas din maglinis ng tenga ung bibili sayo. ingat parati kaibigan.


-out...


-eLiv (sad)


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and then there was me.
an ambitious kid wandering alone in this train wreck called life.
fascinated by inanimate things and dastardly gaps in time.
wondering why the possibility of finding happiness
seems as slim a chance as finding penguins in the dessert.
he laughs.
laughs in mockery. laughs in fear. laughs in anger.
but his favorite laughter is that which hides the gloom
which has evolved from being an acquaintance to an intimate friend.
such is the demise of an observer trapped inside a toppled box.
ensconced inside a niche of shadows,
he laughs aloud just to drown the deafening silence

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