If You Want to Win, Don't Play

Walk Away

It's 4am

Wrote this when I was under the influence of probably one of the weirdest morning I had. 

3 BULLETS

 Something I wrote. I was actually on a pedicab when the idea came out of blue and I just had to pull a pen and my notebook out. Also, I am meeting up with my friend (Arielle) later to make a short plot for this and maybe shoot something out of it. I am praying that it pushes through before our sem-break ends. :)

 Voice.

---@AlenOSupreme---

Pangarap lang kita -MV

Pangarap lang kita by Parokya ni Edgar

This was the music video I directed. I'm no pro but I enjoyed doing it thanks to our art app. class that made us do this for our finals. I'm lucky for having a great team with me they're super patient and hardworking (high-five to them) This is actually the rough cut we're still planning to do a short film version cause a lot of scenes were deleted to fit the 3 min long song. I hope you guys enjoy watching it. :)

Me, with the cast (girl) Glenda Dela Pena and (boy) Leo Liban

my fat face and the clapper...haha! foolin' around.

--xoxo--

Signs

I'm not good with saying what I feel and think. So most of the time I end up writing short rhymes. This is just one of them. :) 

Just another Monday

You know how it is like, when you sleep late and is obliged to wake up early the next day. Well, that is how things went off.  It’s Monday today and frankly out of all the days it is the least favoured. Alarm starts buzzing like an annoying child crying. You open your eyes and realized that everyone’s gone and all that’s left is you and your throbbing head. Slowly, you pick yourself up; walked down the stairs half-awake. Turned the microwave on and placed a mug of water on heat so you can have your breakfast. Minutes later you are all set to go to school, to accomplish everything you need done and over. It is windy and slightly raining outside. Not a good thing for your “lack of sleep” disease.  

On your way to the north, you watch scenes by the window of the bus you were on while listening to “feel good” music that you hope would help you get through this day. Things in school briefly happened, all in a blur. You are somehow glad that Monday is almost over. To celebrate, you asked a friend to go outside and get a smoke or two. Now relaxed and contemplating while inhaling consequently exhaling substances from a prohibited stick.

You walked along the streets to get a ride going to the bus station. Took your umbrella out because water from the heavens are starting to pour. Finding a ride was easy; you sat in the front seat of this cab. Starting to feel that slight high you get when you smoke. Little by little your head starts to throb again and your soul almost wanting to throw up. Traffic was just as bad as you expected but Monday was not done with you yet. You held yourself up leaning your head by the window of the car and on your most noxious moment , you see “him” with someone else to be sure you took another glance and just like a movie everything was in slow motion. You were saddened not because you still love him but because you were wrong on that idea that you still did. Saddened because you were afraid that you’re not going to feel that same kind of metaphor for someone again; that as of today you are incapable of love.

Hours passed and you managed to catch some sleep on your way home. Feeling a little better now, your mom greets you and suddenly starts talking about this “sad news” which you thought was the perfect recipe to end your Monday. Tired and irritated, you walked up the stairs went inside your room and hugged your pillow tightly. Just like that, you are back from where you started; asleep and hopeful that Monday did not happen.

------THE END-----

Written by: Alen Obedencio

It was never a neverland

Tomorrow the real world's gonna cry

cause I'm gonna fly.

I'll be so high,

then forget their twisted thoughts.

Create my own stupid lies

and believe that this world of mine

is still worth a try.

Where the rules are not out of hand,

where my dreams are heard and planned,

where my heart can turn the hands of time,

where pain is not part of my name
and where the ghost

of the cruel past 

has been buried at last.

They look at me as if I am wrong,

like I'm a fool lost in a song.

But what they don't know

unlike their world full of woe.

Stars are brighter than those eyes

that judged me wrong;

that said i was going to fall and be so low.

written by: Alen Obedencio

Dark side of Love

Full of hatred and guilt,

that's the kind of love you've built.

So baby sleep tonight 

and realize how wrong love meant

when it was her you trust.

Look up, see that star

behind those clouds.

Reach for it and hold it tight

before you lose 

your pride for love

cause for now, 

its all you've got.

When will your

dark brown eyes stop crying,

when will your

wasted heart stop breaking?

What still can I do, even Mr.J Daniels can't mend the pain.

Tell me cause I'd do it for you.

written by: Alen Obedencio 

Me and my nonsense brain

I am still in space

 looking for my place  

I feel like I'm always lost 

and I'm here searching for my host. 

Lives and mingles in a world full of people

but in her mind is a world

full of her own

a world of crazy secrets

that no one will know

cause she'll never speak up.

I've always had this mask

trying to feel safe from all that was

and that will be.

Like a strong lion growling

inside is a sensitive cat whispering

yes,that's me.

i know someday i'll have to take it off

and open my heart to possibilities

A puzzle incomplete  
looking for its last piece
that only she can bring back.
trying to reach for her dream
that only she can figure out
 

Never had I been contented 

cause I've always wanted

 life is always about earthly things

 as far as my small brain sees it. 

But I'm tired of pleasing the world 

i want to find my purpose 

where my heart would finally be at peace

 I'm sick of looking at people  

thinking they got the answer.

my story is never ending...
so I'm sorry there's no ending for this one.


written by: Alen Obedencio