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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 support 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.


My Valentine… (talking to myself)

Long Title: My Valentine… (talking to myself) — a very short story of someone feeling something strange the night before Valentine’s day.

By Yours Truly

Love is an emotion, they say.
Love is a condition for some.
Love is god & God is love for many.

What is love, though?

What is love when if the heart is broken?

It might be easy to answer, but it’s hard to explain why.

It could be hard to answer as well. But who knows…

…the answer might be that someone sitting right beside you.

Hmmmm… (*thinks*)

If he’s the answer, why then couldn’t define love yet?

Should I enumerate: (Grabs a pen and paper…types it in my laptop)

Butterfly in my stomach. Check.
I can relate to love songs. Check.
I feel comfortable with him.  Check.
I miss him after some few seconds we separate ways. Check.
I hate it when he don’t text one of these: good morning, good night, and how are you? Check.
Well, I stay awake late because of him. Check.

Can these be a good definition of love?

There could be ways, I guess, to finally tell that I’m in love. And perhaps, he could be my valentines if I tell him what I feel.

It’s so perplexing. Sometimes, I don’t know what I’m writing. I’m starting to run out of notebook pages and my drafts are filling up because I have lots of feelings I want to express in all different ways.

Can you be My Valentine? My Love? OR, maybe not?

Gosh! This one is getting longer and longer.

*phone beeps*

Oh My God! It’s you. Why the hell you’re messaging me in the middle of the night?

*pause writing* *Grabs phone* But wait, should I say good night or I will just seen-zone you for a while?

*Types Good Night!… and :-* and sent*

Oh My Gosh! What did I just do?

*Sees Replying… and beep*

OH MY! He wants to see me tomorrow. Is this it? Is this really it?

Oh my! (Yes, I keep on saying OH MY!) I’m convincing myself now with sighs and relaxation. I guess I should sleep.

*drops pen* *turns off laptop*

I guess I will have My Valentine tomorrow.


Blue Eyes

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I wrote this a couple of years ago. I guess it’s worth sharing.

Title: Blue Eyes
By: Francis Moje

Your Blue eyes
Don’t tell your lies.
Those Blue eyes
Blend to the color of your world.

Your blue eyes
Make my knees so weak.
Just a stare into your eyes would
Tells the world that I like you so much.

Maybe not today.
I hope I will see you again
Wearing faded shirt and jeans,
With your favorite pairs of shades.

Oh, your blue eyes
Inspire too much.
I wanna take my feet back on the ground
But your blue eyes tell me where the sky is.

Some blue eyes
are never the same as yours.
It couldn’t make my heart bit faster;
Those eyes just remind me of you eveyday.

Maybe not today.
I hope tomorrow I’ll see you again
Even if you break my jaw
I’ll stay astonished with your blue eyes.

Blue eyes…oh, your blue eyes.


Curtain

Curtain

Title: Curtain
By: Francis Moje

I.
We have a different role in the world we know
And love is just another act for somebody.
My heart never grows old even the Broadway is yours;
(Yet) Don’t read your lines when we’re taking on the phone.

II.
I’m not a stage actor in the real world, baby.
It’s me that you see; not the character, you think, I’m playing.
Come on dress up and walk outside the stage with me.
I will be myself, and not the actor in me.

(r)
Let’s close this now and end the show.
I want to know what will happen after the curtain is closed.
Forget the lines, the act and the drama.
I want to know what will happen after the curtain is closed.
I wanna know, I wanna feel how true you are to me.
Take the applause and go, come back to me once the curtain is closed.

III.
They love you as the Romeo of the play
But I love you, yes, for who you really are.
You know I can sing for you at the top of my lungs,
Even without the paper lyrics and the memorized scripts.

IV.
I only wish that you won’t “Kiss by the book”.
Take my heart, it’s yours, together with my hands.
“Don’t waste your love on somebody, who doesn’t value it.”
Here I am, I’m true to you, even if the curtain is closed.

(r)
Let’s close this now and end the show.
I want to know what will happen after the curtain is closed.
Forget the lines, the act and the drama.
I want to know what will happen after the curtain is closed.
I wanna know, I wanna feel how true you are to me.
Take the applause and go, come back to me once the curtain is closed.
This life is more than just a play, I want something that’s real.


10 Feet Above The Floor

10 feet

I.
Sometimes it feels like everything is a joke
They will throw knifes at you
But later on you’ll find them playing poker with you

It makes me feel I’m stupid or ignorant on what’s going on
Some people will make you fall in love
But after one night, they will disappear with your heart

(Chorus)
Is this how fate play his game?
Emotionally, it’s a painful stress
They keep on telling you to be strong
While someone is hanging you 10 feet above the floor
Who will u believe?
Who is the one deceived?
Is it me or you?
Let me out of this world
Where the only one you can trust is god alone

II.
Sometimes even your heart plays with your mind
It judges anyone, including yourself
As if it doesn’t feel any heartache…as if it doesn’t belong to your body

The world makes me feel I want to move
But I’m trapped in the center of this lonely universe hoping to find someone new
I think there’s a rush; I believe this moment will end in our hands

(Chorus)
Is this how fate play his game?
Emotionally, it’s a painful stress
They keep on telling you to be strong
While someone is hanging you 10 feet above the floor
Who will u believe?
Who is the one deceived?
Is it me or you?
Let me out of this world
Where the only one you can trust is god alone

[Bridge]
Don’t make yourself feel bad
If you’re doing nothing or you’re just sleeping the whole 24 hours
Sometimes it’s good to be quiet and alone
Rather to see yourself becoming a rotten part of this world

(Chorus)
Is this how fate play his game?
Emotionally, it’s a painful stress
They keep on telling you to be strong
While someone is hanging you 10 feet above the floor
Who will u believe?
Who is the one deceived?
Is it me or you?
Let me out of this world
Where the only one you can trust is god alone…oh…oh…oh!