The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Source: "Poemhunter.com"  (www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-road-not-taken/ )

I just want to share this moving poem. My professor told me that this poem don't meant anything but to form vivid imagery of what each words are saying but I find it otherwise. Though it was already stated by author that it was suppose to be only an image poetry, or perhaps my memory is only playing with me.

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One day, I was bored with nothing much to do that I decided to open my FB account. It was funny and at the same time bitter, my friends already have great life and living to the fullest of their every damn seconds on Earth while I... 

 I'm still in the middle of the woods, still deciding what to do. My hands as of now are numb, all the nerves connecting it to my brain have lessened. The leaves of woods that I once wrote my stories and poems on are scattered and decaying. No eyes but mine, or perhaps not even mine own, have already gone blind, to see what was they were vividly speaking.

It's like a feeling of being lost while knowing your way through. It doesn't make any sense but it does. Then it comes to looking far and even further and farther. ... Is there a way through this thick dense forest? The bushes all around me spells blockage and dead ends. Paths filled with fragile hope that will instantly or slowly fall to pieces upon its doors have been open. Where should I go now? Every traces and markers I've left have already dissolved, vanished and extinguished from the many tears my eyes have rained.

Sometimes there is hope, a new path way opens up and this one have a decent smell in it. None like any paths, it's a way that gradually fills one with hope. But then a new fork. A new crossroad. A new possibility of hope and a new probability of despair. Equally laid before mine eyes and as I looked back, only pictures of regret would swim up my mind. Did I make the right decision of following this road? Only to arrive at a new cross road, what path should I go next? I lie motionless and irregardless of strangers walking the path I've chosen. Or perhaps I'm concern. Kudos to them, for they can move while I can't.

Envious, jealous, desiring, wanting, regretting. A melancholic state of sorrowful euphoria.

I once wrote in a single leaf that I, a hero, will rise. But where am I now? Where is the hero now? Dead and yet still alive. Dead in spirit while the body continues to breath. No! There are no scientific illnesses to call it nor are there any logical explanations to this surrealistic phenomenon, it's just sadness mixed with a dashed of bitter madness and in unison with a rhythmic consciousness, though it seems the latter is soon to fade.

What then? Both path are of different colors. Both shouts different voices. Both emanates a melancholic scent. Is it of joy? Or is it of sadness? But nonetheless both ends of the two paths aren't visible, they are imaginary, things of true beauty and ugliness. Which is which will only be shown once I've walked both but unfortunately for me, as a matter of fact, I'm a matter that have to obey laws and one of which dictates I can't go at the two places at the same time. And unfortunately also, one law, which father time dictates, hardly possible to impossible to walk both at different moments. Once I take one, the other one will only be a regretful memory, lashing me with a whip that blames me for not taking the other one. But... but...which one? Which one would hurt me less if I travel not on its pavement?

Come to think of it, there was also a story of a falling girl, I guess that's already the title, written by Dino Buzzati, in parallel to this poem of Robert Frost. Or I think they are.I don't know, I'm never a master of anything, though I once carried the title. But I think I still I do "A Master of None," not much like how I wanted it. I'm less fortunate but I'm fortunate to have people around me. But... are they to me? Now I can't see the common mutuality of me and everyone. I guess only the past will be... but did the past also have a common... **ERROR** **BRAIN... not philosophical and not understanding enough to get this* *changing topic******

Here's a link to the story of the Falling Girl, ( https://docs.google.com/document/edit?id=1tb7kGoJ3mhP0NLlMeWj7ugYJGpJt1Ly3C5o2uHCQj4k&hl=en ), I'll be messing around with it next time. Hopefully, I guess.

Now, to you my readers, if you still exist, may I ask you a question to end this... ... ... train of thought.

Is this a real life or is this just fantasy?

This blog is getting lonely

Perhaps that's the consequence of my inactivity. But who am I kidding, I know that only a handful of people are going here or perhaps not even a single soul but me. Well, anyway, hopefully I'll continue this ghost (as in ghost town) blog,

Lately, I've been noticing that my vocabulary is getting dull, another consequence of inactivity in thought. But I'm also noticing that I'm thinking of a lot of things. Mostly about love, but as of now, I know it shouldn't concern me, then about the future. Speaking of which, I wonder what future I'll be in, I'm still think of what shape I'll mold my future or if I should even consider molding it. I just feel lazy, there's no more motivation for me anymore. I guess, that's how this blog's feel. Good thing I can feel it.

Loneliness. Unmotivated. No future. Melancholy.

I doubt I'll be a great writer someday, I stopped writing a long time ago and now that I'm getting idea of what to write, I got this... ... ... ... ... mental.. block?? whatever, that hinders me to write. Perhaps I'm thinking in my second mind that no one would read what I'll write, while I was thinking of what to write. Mind-ception!!

No future mode. It's a mode in a Sony Playstation 1 platform. Legend of Mana, where every enemies life point is immensely boosted. And no I'm not advertising. It's just how I feel right now, every little things feels so heavy because I lack something to move me. The first mover, according to... whoever philosopher that is, Aristotle perhaps, seems to be...well I have faith but not much, I just keep myself open for opinion. But that same openness leads me to doubting. Now I wonder what I should believe. But I shouldn't go to topics such as religion. It's such a messy train of thought. Same as philosophy, politics and ethics, all of this are mess trains but I do enjoy sitting inside of them. Not most of the time though.

Now, what's the purpose of this post, I wonder?

What's the purpose of my life? What's the purpose of every story I made? Every poem I've written? Every laugh I've exhaled? Every tear I've cried? Every failure I made? Every hope I failed? Every questions I've answers (mostly are wrong, btw)? Every songs I've heard and cried on? Every chances I passed? Everything... what's the purpose of it all?

Nah... seems I'm just lonely.

P.S.
If you find this post irritating, that's you're problem ^/_ ^

P.S.S
I miss everyone.

P.S.S.S.
Not really, I just miss someone

After a while part 3 (perhaps the last part)

6/2/13
"You see? That's the point of humanity. Destruction," the night sky grew darker. "The whole everything isn't made in a week to be destroyed in a fraction of a second. Like a child building a sand castle on an empty sea shore, he doesn't destroy his castle bet let it be wash away by the tides. Sometimes, too, he builds moats to let the deluge miss his creation. But that is only prolonging its impending doom. Later or soon, the tides would rise up and that would eventually complete the sand castle's cycle: to be made, to be destroyed, and again and again or until the child finds another leisure to pass on time. And if you don't understand what I just said, then you haven't yet quite understand being human."The man's left brow curved up.

He was still digesting the analogy he just heard when his thoughts were interrupted.

"As I thought. I'm right. So you haven't had any clue. Very well. Allow me to backtrack you to your past."

6/2/13
"You give lyrics to my rhyme,
A"
 Note: ~.~ this should have been complete if I hadn't messed up and erased almost the entirety of the poem.

6/2/13
"Our journey together is a bit short-lived
For we two are apart,
Both sometimes and always,
Since and then the start and end
Of this lengthy time
We only know each others name
And no other word to each other
We have spoken and yet
Our eyes at break of dawn and until
Twilight anew we fill our own,
The soul of the other
With satiation and nurishment
One requires to live and die."

6/2/13
"If one is in love
Will the whole world\
Join hands to let
Two join theirs?
If one is in love
Will the whole world close all their seeing eyes
To let two pair of empty eyes
Fill each other?
If one is in love
Will the whole world
Fade to black to let
Two hearts emanate their hue?
If one is in love
Can the who world will
If only one is?"

6/4/13
"Just a dream I would want to live in. With you, I await the ticking of an endless clock of dripping sand. It's fearful and yet exciting. I can't quite see you smile but I feel your radiance igniting me every sand dunes that keeps falling to the bottom of the clockwerk hourglass."

6/6/13
"Please don't. Please don't look. I'll sing you any love song you'll ask me.. I'll do anything you'll tell me. Just please don't look. I beg of you to close your eyes and not a single glance at me. Know that I love you."

"I too am with you am infatuated. But why blind me of your sight? Rob me of my right to stare at my lover and loved, why? Am I not rightful to see you just once or twice or for all eternity? I don't care if"
Note: It seems this one too is cut short because I messed up... ~.~

6/10/13
"Then  I remember
Words that seem distant
Both in time and rhythm
"Why is my chest still beating
Or is it because you're still
There beside me?"
Or something that rhymes like that."

6/10/13
"It's funny that my heart beats
While it aches seeking comfort,
A reason to beat and still it
Continuously sway in rhythm.
An existence of its own beating.
Now I wonder if that's beautiful
Or just both sad and pitiful."

6/15/13
"Yung may kaibigan ka na nag-sit in sa summer class mo pero d mo alam at AYAW mo mag-sit in. Tapos pinayagan ng prof at agaw eksena pa ang kaibigan mo, may recitation tapos nagtataas ng kamay kahit 'di naman kasama. Tapos sa kanya magpapatulong mga kaklase mo at tama ang sagot. Tapos humingi ka ng tulong, maling sagot."
Note: Ako yung kaibigan

6/15/13
"Whenever I think of a girl
And hears a melancholic song,
It reminds me of her.
It seems there's a sad song
For every girl I meet."

6/16/13
"Skyscrapers as your tree trunk
The clouds your leafy parasol
And you, yourself, the fruit of the sky
That every child's eye desires"

6/17/13
"A sadness that no smile
Could wash away.
A sailor that no sire
Could lull to sleep as well as
An infant that no mother's
Lullaby could hash to sleep.
It is an unrequited love
That no lover should feel
But still is."

6/22/13
"A dream that no hatred could burn
Nor joy could extinguish.
It is a poem with no words
Nor rhythms, nor beats,
And not even a meaning and life.
It is a prose that is vague and confusing,
A mixture of farce explanation
That no wise could decipher.
And truly a fool, only, could selfishly understand."

6/25/13
"Wipe away the tears that never fell"

Well, that's it. Hope you enjoyed reading them.

After a while... (continuation and still just a post ^_^)

Continuation ^_^ (God! I miss this smiley, I think that's what's this called)

You might have noticed the errors from my previous post, well those were originally from my phone and even though I want to change them, I guess, I don't.

5/3/12
"My soul, your beats
Past Sound Syndrome
A man lifted me up by the throat
I hear your heartbeat"

8/9/12
"It has be a millenium, or probably more, since we've been sealed away inside this family's generation. In those years, we watched. We observed. From the smallest mistakes to the vilest sins. Of which the latter is punished with neglect and willful blindness. The former, done by the weakest, rewarded with ten-fold pain.

Now, unfortunately, to a child with no special characteristics we wait, lying dormant. Sleeping. It must be, until he learnt of our existence within him until we wake up and do our purpose.

As for now, we will watch. Watch on how he will become, how everyone will become. Perhaps hiding would be a good choice for us now, else we would like to have a twist in the history of mankind. We would wait for the decison of our leader or more appropriately to this young one's action, of everyone's.

We shall wait. We shall observe."

9/19/12
"Your smile is"

10/2/12
"Paumanhin po dahil di ko na kayo inimbitahan sa aming mumunting kasiyahan. Bagamat aking inalala ang inyong kalusugan at pangangatawan, akin naman kinalimutan kung ano ang inyong ngiti't kasiyahan. Patawad po."
Note: this was for my parents, I was embarrassed to ask them to join a party for an award giving. I was a candidate then. Unfortunately I was only at number 8.

5/9/13
'Your love is not for me, you're still a child. Sorry' were her last words for me. Of course I was hurt. I did everything for her, that I'll even die for her. But perhaps she's right. I'm childish and she better off with people who were much better than I am. People who have better outlook in life, to whom death is not a choice. Come to think of it, is death the sole proof of love? Guess snot. I should have told her that I'll live for her sake. But that would sound she's the one who's dying and I can't have that. The mere thought gives me shivers. But how can I?

Should I grow old and gain an adult's perspective in life? To live a life trying to be the best and try to stay the best before one dies. I've been thinking of a lot of dying. Perhaps not die but 'until the end.' But is that really how adult's think? Perhaps I'm looking at it in a child's perspective, that's why it sounded silly. Oh! I'll never get it."

5/13/13
"And that's the reason why parentss discipline their child with stick and strictness. When they're old in times of suffering they'll show no, or little, trace of pain in their smile. Also, in times of downfall and defeat they'll show no, or little, trace of shame and regret in their gleaming air of confidence. This pain will teach them not to fight back others but to fight back themselves."

5/14/13
"At magpasawalang hanggang. Amen"
It was a weird dream. A dream of faith. I was holding a cross, a very unique one, and on the other a phone that rings or plays a requiemic tone, or something religious song. Each time this song is played, all the religious sculpture around would move to reach for the cross in my hand. But I wouldn't let them reach me. After the song has stopped, the sculpture would stop moving their bodies towards me and just stare at me, or the cross, with their weird glowing eyes.

There was also this painting or drawing, a mural perhaps, that is missing a piece in the middle. The cross that I'm holding seemed to fit perfectly to the peace that's missing in the painting. Then I remembered the famous painting "The Last Supper" or perhaps there was a painting nearby. I'm not so sure. Everytime the music would play the people would try to move or reach the middle as blood would rise up from the middle, then Jesus nailed to a cross appears.

The last part which woke me up is when I handed the cross to my co-worker whom have a tattoo that seemed to have once a cross on his back but it was either removed or just went missing. I don't know for sure. The phone on my hand once more played the song this time while I'm walking along dark short hall, or perhaps it was long, I'm uncertain, but I'm very certain that I was losing my mind and glowing eyes around me stared at me. The I saw a devil looking creature running wildly. I don't know if I were picturing it up on my mind or were I looking inside one of the doors in the hall. Then I went back to myself again, or should I say regain control of myself again and then it hit me, was I the devil I saw? Fortunately, I woke up and after a while turned the lights on."
Note: This is a dream that I wrote, I don't know. Perhaps I wanted to remember it. "DREAM JOURNAL!!"

5/17/13
"You need not to sway in grace
But set my sight to your face
For me to have a glimpse
Of your elegance"

5/17/13
"I was running away from her, but I looked silly, as I run on my feet and hands. So technically I was like a dog. But while I moved away, a girl, I don't know whom she is, dropped her phone accidentally, I picked it up and tried to call her but she failed to notice me so I followed her while trying to return her phone. On my way, different phones were suddenly, and accidentally were dropped in front of me. I looked up and noticed a familiar-faced girl, I know who she is but only by face, to seemed to have noticed me, and theshe took the phone on the floor and run, by this time I was lying on my chest while I'm moving. Instead of following this familiar girl, I tried to look for the girl that have dropped the phone that I currently have but failed to do so. Then I realized I was walking to a girls only place so I headed back. Only then it occurred to me to check the phone about it's owner, so when I did, I saw a notification of a meeting that I know of, I can't remember it's name but only"
Note: "DREAM JOURNAL"

5/18/13
"And so I'm the water
Of the pond that stood
Between a dream and another.
These tiny little ripples,
Petals, flowers, and reveries,
I wonder, if ever they will be.
I wonder, if they ever will be."

5/25/13
"For she was only looking
At the otherside and
unfortunately for me,
Perhaps it was fortune,
That I'm the looking-glass.
She was looking, looked and
unnoticed
As I am."

5/26/13
"To listen to empty love songs.
To read love stories
With a loveless heart.
To taste dark chocolate kisses.
To see the greatest view
Without you by my side.
To be in paradise
Wishing you were with me.
To say goodbye
With a promise of us
Meeting no more.
And to write love letters
With no recipient."

5/27/13
"Would you mind climbing
The heavens with me?
To fetch a star
For a wedding ring
Of you and I.
To hold my hand
So I won't slip away.
And if we get stuck
To stay with you
Till death give us
Forever lives."

5/27/13
"I've been, for long, looking
At the same star rising
In the night, then fall"

5/28/13
"Driven by impulse
I jumped off a bridge
And swam with the rhythm
Sung by the water
Beneath it.
After a while
I
Realized
It was
A cliff I jumped off to.
So I closed my eyes
Prayed and dreamt.
You were the stalactites
That will try to catch
And break my fall.
I smiled
Opened my eyes
And embraced my death
By your hands."

6/1/13
"Minsan ang pagibig
Ay kusang iniiwasan"

6/1/13
"It's when people have dreams that they wake up.
It's when people wake up that they have dreams."

That's all for now ^_^ Maybe later.

After a while... (just a post)

It has been a while since my last post... and I... I don't know. It seems.... nah... I don't that's it. Anyway, while I wasn't here or doing anything stupid. (I think that's it should be called.) I'm writing little notes, that were untitled and poorly dated by my phone. (YES I'M WRITING TEXT IN MY PHONE. Lucky me, I got a lot of free time.) I'll be giving them titles based on their poorly recorded dates, I'm too lazy to come up with titles. Besides, I believe only before I write could I give them titles. Giving them names now, would... somehow make it inappropriate. Guess... That's it.

9/19/12
"Perhaps the woods no longer want me lost. Perhaps to be lost once is enough for a traveller. Perhaps it wasn't I but the forest who was once lost and I who want to lose you no more. So it is I who had to be lost and you, I lose."

9/29/12
"Would you want to have the power of god?"

11/1/12
"Poetry is for those who can love"

2/1/13
"Ang tindera ninakawan
Ng mga batang kawatan.
Ang ale ay nawalan
At mga bata patuloy na
nawawalan.
Sino kaya
Ang mas tunay na nakakaawa?
Ang bata
O matanda?
At ano nga ba
Ang tunay na nawawala?"

4/20/13
"If you grew wings while I don't. Would you le me fly with you? Carry me to the farthest stars,like a shining Valkyrie that delivers hero to"

4/20/13
"Dapat pa bang muling bumalik
sa kakahuyang minsa'y nawala?
Isang pagibig na niman ako'y napaluha't
Nawalawan ng saysay sa buhay.
Isang kagubatan kung saan ako lumuha
At daan-daang nagluluntian mga dahon
Aking inukitan ng mga tula na alay lamang sa pag-ibig.
Sa kagubatang nawala, ako'y napaibig sa
Huni ng iyong mga giliw at ngiting mapangakit
At sa iyong mga matang ninanais.

Kung ako man ay muling babalik,
Nariyan pa rin ba ang mga dahon, mga ngiti't giliw
at iyong mga mata na bubuo sa aking habambuhay."

5/2/13
"When you grow up, would you stay with me when I'm too old?"

5/2/13
"Sometimes it gets lonely in the forest. That even if I write on the bark and trunks of the most luscious evergreen tree. I can hear only the laughter of each trees lips but not one sight of a single leaf smiling."

5/2/13
"She was just a dream. A rose in the middle of the desert. No one knows if its true yet everyone believes its there. Blooming in the loneliest place, waiting for a treasure hunter to pluck her. Take her away and keep it on his chest. Perhaps along with his treasures or perhaps besides his heatt. But that's if, the huntet finds it before he dies. Or before the rose is found by another treasure or plucked by a playful wind.

Unfortunately, she's in the desert and I'm not. She's a dream and I'm just a dreamer."

5/9/13
"People who cry the most
Have the most beautiful eyes,
For their tears always wash
The clouds away from their sight."

5/10/13
"His voice was tired and yet his smile concealed it well. Everyday is always a journey for himself and yet not too long not to laugh."

5/12/13
"A dream that will nevef come true or a truth we will never dream of?"

I'll add the rest next time. Sorry it this post is too short. Hello again.