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The Zero Calorie Adventures of Milk & Coffee

Milk and Coffee Adventures

This is actually a dream come true!

Last July, I opened a new domain on wordpress to give space to my much awaiting comics, which is The Zero Calorie Adventures of Milk and Coffee. It’s a bunch of Filipino (Tagalog) comic strips that focuses on the friendship of the characters Milk and Coffee and friends.

The story line came out of no where, when I kept on wearing my weird shades and I started drawing my mini me. That’s explain why ‘Coffee’ had this bug-eye/heart-shaped shades. While the other characters are based on people I encounter and some friends.

The comics is in Tagalog, so sorry for the English-speaking fellas who are following me. It’s actually a risk because I don’t have an idea how it will go since I’m never familiar with the local SEO and how the new site’s Google ranking will climb up. Plus the fact that it’ll be composed of mostly images, I think it will be a great challenge for me.

But anyway, to my Filipino friends here, please supportĀ The Zero Calorie Adventures of Milk and Coffee. I’d appreciate it if you will follow and like our posts both on blogs and Facebook.

Just kindly go to these link and hit like:

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Thank you so much!

This blog will never close, by the way. I have plenty of poems to share to you, so please, please stay tuned!


Sunday

I started taking drugs
And drinking alcohol.
Nobody calls or texts
To say one ‘Hello!’
I don’t know what’s going
In our crazy world.
I pray but I don’t know which god
Will grant me life to you.

What kind of demon are you
Living in my body
It seems you can’t escape
From my callings
I hate to say this
But I think you gonna rot there
I’m alive,
I will survive.

My love is a Sunday
Of my weekdays
Not a Friday
Or Thursday

My love is Sunday
It’s a sweet day
‘Cuz baby I turn happy.
But when you’re gone.
It’s like Monday.
You’re a Sunday, You’re a Sunday


Understand

Puerto Galera #summer

Title: Understand
Lyrics: Franco Moje

Why do I have to say again
“The truth seems like an air”?
Why do I fall again
In every word you speak even it has no meaning?

Why do I keep on burning
From your deep cold eyes?
Why do I keep coming back
Just to wipe out your tears?

C:
I need, I need to understand
Why do I feel so in love when we kiss,
When we hold our hands,
When we walk or drink a wine?
I need, I need to understand,
‘Cuz I’m hanging by a thread,
When you stare at my eyes,
And you say you love me yet you’re not in my arms.

Why are you keep coming close
Yet you’re breaking my heart?
Why did you softly pat my head
Then leave me with your captivating look?

Why do I keep on staring
At the cracked walls that reminds us?
Then again I say a little prayer
Just to fill this large space between us.


Life Tonight

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Title: Life Tonight
By: Francis Moje

My life tonight, you can be my love and honey
My Kyptonite, you can be my everything.
You showered me with smile,
That what makes my heart melt.
I love you, my soul, my forever,
Give me chance just for tonight.

You knew, that you’re my ideal one,
That someone I will always love.
I love the small things you were giving,
I no longer have to demand.
You may live for the rest of your days,
Give me chance just for tonight.

Life Tonight, I must be dreaming
Life Tonight, I will cherish this forever.
Life Tonight, give me warm like a red wine.
Oh, my life tonight, you are my life tonight.


Wrong Turn

Wrong Turn

Title: Wrong Turn
By: Francis Moje

I’ve got it all, I’ve seen it all
When we were loving each other.
True loves wait but you just hate;
You were only seeing my mistake.
I couldn’t breathe, Your arms were stiff;
You wrapped me, chained me, and sexed me.
You didn’t know that I loved you despite
Of all the things you’ve done.

But there was a wrong turn,
There was a wrong turn, honey.
You chose the wrong path,
You chose to be alone, honey.

We could have been the happiest together,
But took the wrong turn, honey

I need a beer, you made all my fear
That I tremble fear with love today.
I couldn’t believe, It couldn’t find relief
‘Cuz it should’ve not been like that.
I called it quit, yes, I chose it.
Its pain is real, no more game or deal.
Pain know no chances when
We were talking about hurt.

‘Cuz there was a wrong turn,
There was a wrong turn, honey.
You chose the wrong path,
You chose to be alone, honey.

We could have been the happiest together,
But took the wrong turn, honey

You’re revenge couldn’t save us from what we are today.
What we are today is something you…we deserve,
I don’t someone like you in my life,
‘Cuz you took the wrong turn.


Clothes

Take off your clothes

Title: Clothes
By: Francis Moje

Come on here right beside me.
I want to be alone with you tonight.
Turn off the lights and stay.
Play the music; let’s sway.

I will do all the things we dreamed about,
Because I miss all these; I long for your embrace.
I will take all the risk for this kiss.
I need you now; please don’t away.

Your thoughts keeps lingering in my head.
I can still feel your soft skin on my skin.
Your firm lips on my lips
And your blush seen by my narrowed eyes.

Now, now that we have this chance.
Don’t let go of me, I am yours.
So please take a glass of wine
And talk all about us.

But I promised this to you right now.
No need to take off your clothes.
Just show me your smile
And let precious moments take us along.

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I’m open to co-write poems and lyrics. Just shoot me a message at ejomlexu[at]gmail.com or leave comment on my any poem. Have a great day!


Empty Chairs

Empty Chairs

Title: Empty Chairs
By: Francis Moje

Early morning, it’s traffic on the road.
Beep, beep here; beep, beep there.
I don’t care if it takes ages to get there.

I’m half awake, but already on my way to work.
I’d rather be there, typing on my keyboard.
I don’t care, though, as long as I’m preoccupied.

‘Cuz at home I feel so lonely.
I feel so tired but I can’t just sleep.
There so many spaces I can see,
Like those empty chairs…
I wish you were here with me.

I’m on my home, here we go again.
(They) walk, walk here; run, run there.
People busy with driving, but not with me.

I’m eyes are stressed (or depressed).
I’m gonna go writing here. Where’s my pen?
I don’t care, I guess I will memorize lyrics in the air.

‘Cuz at home I feel so lonely.
I feel so tired but I can’t just sleep.
There so many spaces I can see,
Like those empty chairs…
I wish you were here with me.


Stitch

Stitch

Title: Stitch
By: Francis Moje

Come on here, I’m going to take you,
Never you will return.
I will take you somewhere,
A place called ‘my heart’.

I should have done this long time ago.
Sorry, I was busy.
Now, I have all the time,
I will make you mine.

I don’t care about what’s lacking,
I don’t care about what’s wrong.
We’re going to fix it,
We’re going to stitch your heart.
Forget about the lies and broken ties.
Let’s talk about it in a cup of tea,
And let it die, don’t let things stop us.

It’s a perfect Sunday morning, honey,
But we’re staying here.
Just at this corner,
We’ll make love together.

Just close your eyes and lips, darling.
Come on and breathe me in.
I want to soar
Right where your dreams are.

I don’t care about the ugly past,
I don’t care about tomorrow too.
We’re going to fix it,
We’re going to stitch your heart.
Forget about the lies and broken ties.
Let’s talk about it in a cup of tea,
And let it die, don’t let things stop us.

Oh, Baby! But if you want to go, that’s okay.
But let me stitch your heart, stitch your heart,
And fix it like what I promised.


Broken Ego

Broken Ego

Title: Broken Ego
By: Francis Moje

I’ve been banging my head
Trying to open some wounds.
Maybe you can get out of there as it bleed.
Maybe it burst you out of this crazy head.

You keep on blaming me.
When it’s your fault, not mine,
Maybe you should see the tape and rewind.
Maybe let your ego be compromised.

I need a little bit of amnesia today
‘Cuz my mind is
tired of hurt, tired of hurt, tired of hurt
And keep on saying
tired of hurt, tired of hurt, tired of hurt
Along side with my broken heart.

I need a needle of amnesia today
Cuz heart keeps beatin’
Heart attack, heart attack, heart attack
And keep on saying
Heart attack, heart attack, heart attack
Along side with my broken ego.

I realized I never had you.
Memories never seems to be genuine.
Maybe I need to forget all about you.
Maybe I need to erase the lost stars.

Let me sleep for a long time.
I never need your default suicide.
Maybe I’d dream the opposite side.
Maybe I’d torture nightmares for revenge.

I need a little bit of amnesia now.
‘Cuz my mind is
tired of hurt, tired of hurt, tired of hurt
And keep on saying
tired of hurt, tired of hurt, tired of hurt
Along side with my broken heart.

I need a needle of amnesia today
Cuz heart keeps beatin’
Heart attack, heart attack, heart attack
And keep on saying
Heart attack, heart attack, heart attack
Along side with my broken ego.


Monday

Monday

Title: Monday
By: Francis Moje

If I were to create an enemy,
I’d name it ‘Monday’;
So everyone would not need an explanation
Why I terribly hate it.

If I were rename Monday,
I’d name it after me;
So I’d accept because it’s me
And would do the same.

If I were Monday,
I’d choose to be the lightest day;
So everybody would choose me
Among all the days of the week.

If Monday is my neighbor,
I’d give it pies and treats;
So it wouldn’t get bitter and noisy.
Instead, they’d stay quiet and peace.

If Monday was forever,
I’d choose to be with my love;
So I could spend the rest of the day
Without wishing it would end.

If Monday would becoming weekend,
I’d be very, very rich, I guess.
I’d choose to work hard on weekdays
Rather than anticipate what I hate.

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picture c/o:Ā http://garfieldh8smondays.tumblr.com/


Hole in our Socks

Holes in our Socks

Title: Holes in our Socks
By: Francis Moje

We live in a perfectly imperfect world
But I could not find you here.
You’re always showing the leather side of you,
I never get to see who’s inside.
You’re overprotective,
I’ve never imagined that.
I guess we’re so filtered by our clothes outside,
Hence, we could never tell who we really are.

Crazy to say that I might be falling for you.
It’s been a while since I’ve been seeing sparks from you.
But you never let me in.
You never allow me to have you.
You’re, indeed, embracing me for what I am,
But never you embrace my heart.
What’s stopping you, by the way?
Maybe we can fix it before we lose each other.

Kiss me with your sweet lips that I miss,
Fill my mind with memories,
Indulge my heart with clues about you.
I want this all because of you.
I want this because I want to know more of you,
And reject the false theories and suspicions
That keep on lingering in the air,
Making gap between me and you.

Just relax and inhale some fresh air, baby.
Your feet are tired of walking.
I will just wipe away the dust and sand in your shoes.
Let the breeze of the room
Heal your tired body all the way.
I never mind if you sleep, just stay,
I wanna be with you and ask you
Once open your eyes an be awaken.

In case you fear, I will remind you that we all have hole in our socks.
Don’t be afraid the other side of you.
Don’t bother to explain if you don’t like to.
I’m just hear, I will listen because I want to know you,
Breathe you deep, and take you as part of me.
I will be careful, I won’t hurt you,
Say what you want and need,
I will take you as part of me.


Dreamer

Someday all problems will fade.
Title: Dreamer
By: Francis Moje

Sometimes, I thought I’m awake
And I walk far, far away.
I never get tired of the travel
Because I was holding your hand, by the way.

Each movement of my head
Places were changing instantly.
I just didn’t mind it at all,
Because I was with you, anyway.

Why, why, why did I wake up?
Why, why, why there’s a morning call?
I thought my dreams were true
I’m gonna turn off my phone tomorrow.
Why, why, why did I wake up
Why, why, why did I set this alarm.
I thought everything was real.
I’m so crazy. I’m a dreamer.

I even thought you were here,
Though I always wish for it.
I realized you’re only a pillow
I’d cuddle with you all the time.

Nightmare if I could not move
When you’re here by my side.
I sort things out until I find out
I will get you out to this thick head of mine.

Why, why, why did I wake up?
Why, why, why there’s a morning call?
I thought my dreams were true
I’m gonna turn off my phone tomorrow.
Why, why, why did I wake up?
Why, why, why did I set this alarm.
I thought everything was real.
I’m so crazy. I’m a dreamer.


Dizzy

Dizzy by Franco Moje
Title: Dizzy.

Every moment
We’re spinning
In the chandelier.

You love him,
But you’re with me.
Baby, what are we?

The summer is scorching,
You and I cannot breathe.

This situation Is suffocating
Baby, you’re making me dizzy.

But with you, I want more spin.
But with you, I want more spin.
But with you, I want more spin.

I can’t believe this happening.
I wanna throw up, I cannot take it.
I feel dizzy.
I can’t believe we’re together,
But maybe not forever.
I feel dizzy.

Every moment
We’re spinning.
I’m dizzy

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Chained

chained

Chained
By: Ejomlexus

I.
I feel so heavy, broken today.
I feel like the ocean is on top of my head.
Your call blows down my mood
Like a bridge collapsing, disconnecting my heart from you.

II.
You’re a deadly liquid force.
You’re a syringe containing a suicide.
My knees are turning weak
Like I’m kneeling, surrendering just for you to set me free.

III.
Disregard our broken destiny;
Pierce the sword in my heart of stone.
I feel numb just recently.
I wanna melt with the cannon ball in thousand degrees.

IV.
I choke with the views outside.
Happy people don’t have strings with them.
But me, I’m always with you
Even though you’re far away beyond those bricks.

V.
I pull my feet a meter away
But my ankles are bleeding each try.
But when I look at my blood,
I’m glad ‘cuz they are free from my body now

VI.
We’re already through
Set me free from this chain made of you.
Chained, chained, chained
I am to you.


Mr. You’re-Not-For-Me

When I wrote this I was in the shoes of the fabulous Taylor Swift, during her “White Horse” and “Teardrops on my Guitar” era. I wondered how she would thought of a boy that wasn’t really meant for her and the way she would move on.

So here it is… I hope you’d love it.
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Maybe you were the perfect guy,
But you’re not for me.
You’ve got the eyes I’m looking for,
You’re not for me.
They said I could find my prince,
But I guess it wasn’t you.
They said I could find love,
I think it ain’t from you.

The moment I realized the truth,
I know this one for you is a fling.
While I gave you my heart,
You were slowly destroying me…

Mr. Prince Charming, I knew you were real.
Mr. Boy-Next-Door, you were sitting right beside me.
Mr. Dream Boy, you were there and you woke up with me.
But mister, mister, mister…

…you are not for me.

I loved to touch the bridge of your nose,
But not anymore.
Your height fits me,
But we ain’t compatible.
They said you’re so cute,
I guess I have to agree.
But when they asked “D’ya love him?”
I said, “you were only just a dream!”

The moment I realized the truth
I know this one for you is a fling.
While I gave you my heart,
You were slowly destroying me…

Mr. Prince Charming, I knew you were real.
Mr. Boy-Next-Door, you were sitting right beside me.
Mr. Dream Boy, you were there and you woke up with me.
But mister, mister, mister…

…you are not for me.