WTH

By: Bee Cee

Ano ba talaga? Ito ba o iyon?

You're neither hot nor cold.

At times, I don't really get you

and I don't really know what to do.

Can you please be one or the other?

so, I would know what to expect

or at least know how to act

Coz' I don't get you often, that's a fact.

What the heck! I myself ain't perfect,

But at least let me know exactly

If you want this or that or not.

Ang gulo lang sana maging klaro lahat.

Minsan ayaw mong paligoy ligoy

Pero 'pag straight to the point

Naiinis pa din if you can't get it at once

What the heck! Gusto ko na lang mag rant!

Ang sabi mo date tayo, pero the next day...

Haay! You have tons of things to do. 

Got it, bakit ang ending, I was in the wrong?

What the heck! I can only scream in my song.

Can you be steadfast with your words?

Can you be firm with your decisions?

Palagi na lang naiipit at nasisisi

Being clear's what I need you to be.

Just say yes, if that's what you really mean.

And steadfast with your no if you don't mean it to

If you mean otherwise, don't swerve to yes or no. 

What the heck! I'm so tired of you!

INTROVERTED

 By: Mrs. Bee Cee

Despondency for others, are when they're alone,

discouraged and things are fuzzy.

When life becomes tedious, 

uneventful or without variety.

I didn't wish for it though, but yeah,

mainly routinary.

But mostly, I'm swept into a delirium just by seeing the crowd 

and the deafening roar of the city.

The slow dance of recurring hours are tolerable,

Though, sometimes it brings a sense of inner vacancy.

Yes, adventure turns the gray dust into a wildfire. 

Still,  It's comfy being wrapped in the velvet hush of my own company.

To see other people bloom in the company of many,

remains a mystery to me.

Yes, I am carved from a different stone, a distant and detached architecture.

That's the shape of my personality.

Silence maybe a friend to me, but when the world turns quiet and gray, 

others tend to be unhappy.

Stillness may be a bliss and I always find a joy in the brittle song of a leaf.

but for others, a misery.

There is an ache at times trying to learn the choreography of the mob,

yet my heart persists in its own rhythm of solitary.

And the swarm of the masses, oh, he noise, they're suffocating.

Draining all my energy.

So, yes, I may seem despondent to the multitude,

but I am not distress nor unhappy.

I watch the many as if they are a great, unfinished painting, quilted patterns 

and stitches,  and subject in photography.

The glowing sunset, a stir in the breeze, 

blows within me like a surging sea, to keep my spirit free.

But mind you, I am no hater of people, nor do I view 

the presence of a crowd as my enemy.

I just love to do things quietly 

and witness the wild in solitary.

They're convenient, simple

and hassle-free . That's just me so, let me be.

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