Saturday, May 14, 2011

Drifting Off

Outside our house in Caibiran, Biliran


Drifting off in my own reverie.

I felt contented when I found a cool spot in our porch where I had the full view of the sea. It took more than an hour before the clock ticked at exactly twelve noon. The heat of the sunlight, the glistening parts of the sea, and the vivid sky made me squint when I see through them. The heat of the summer sunshine was quenching up in my body and suffused my every pore. Thanks to the wind of heavens by preventing my body from glistening with sweat.

My eyes were set on the waves that come and go, touched and left the brown shimmering sand. The sea level started to get high and after a few hours it washed and invaded some part of the shore.

I consciously closed my eyes, I tried to reach out for the waves and hear what it has to say, and feel the sea breeze in my sweat damp skin.  I heard the peaceful and heavy sounds of waves and felt and inhaled the fresh scent of sea breeze. After a while, amidst of scores of deep sighs, I found a rhythm that almost made me drowned. The peaceful sound gave a comfort zone and a resting place for my soul. The heavy waves are enough to break down my sand castle of despair and remorse. And sea breeze gave a touch that made me lift and made me felt connected to a distant place.

After a while the sound of waves was like music in my ear, like a lullaby and seems the air had catch sleeping spell and put some in my pensive thoughts. It felt like I’m slowly drifting off like sand.. with the waves.. from the shore..  into the ocean depths…


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Wednesday, May 4, 2011

My Imperfection

We live in an imperfect world. We made mistakes almost everyday and its part of being a human. No matter what we do or try to attain perfection, we fail because it’s not a human trait. So we will never accomplish perfection in this world because the world itself is imperfect. The only perfect is the Creator.

Okay now I don’t mean to be serious about perfection. I am a person who commits mistakes almost every day of my life, consciously or unconsciously. Consciously because I might aware of the possible result of things I will do but I still go on. Unconsciously because there are times I’m in my own world and became unaware of the real world. The end result was making mistakes that hurt no one but me, myself and I.

When we became mad and hot tempered about something we tend to forget and made things out of control. Don’t worry I did not hit anyone. I hated myself and someone when I hit my right foot in the bamboo table. OUCH! It almost made me cry in pain. I did not realize I’ll hit that hard. I can hardly walk for more than a month. I was working that time and I had to walk the long way everyday to reach the highway. What a punishment huh? 

When we have lots of things in mind and we are in our own world, we became unaware of what’s happening around and of what we are doing. I don’t know what I was thinking that time but I’m sure my mind was flying somewhere. It was evening riding for home in a multicab, I was outside looking in. It was too late when I noticed the strange places in our way. I looked back and forth. “Oh oh.. Where am I?” I rode in a wrong Multicab. 

You might laugh at me now or think that I was being stupid. It’s okay; when I thought of those times I can’t help myself to laugh over it. I won’t deny this part of me being a human. It happens in our life anyways.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Time

It’s when you care for someone and want some time with him.



I wanted your time though I said I wouldn’t.
Coz I know the world’s pressing against you every minute.
For them you’re holding a gold mine.
Who am I to beseech your precious time?

Lots of responsibilities was placed on your shoulders
You’re a man so you took it all without reservations
When you’re weary, pressured and heavy laden
Why wouldn’t you let me help appease your burden?

I just don’t need and want you simply here
I understand but I care so much so I want you near
We just can’t simply wait our time and lock our doors.
Time is free why we can't have ours?

You can find my poem at Authspot.com


Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The Power of Music

Sometimes it is my safe haven. It soothes my heart from being hurt and accompanied me from being alone. I felt safe just in listening and alleviate from every words that gave true meanings. It reaches the height and depths of heart.  It’s my medicine from being weak and my way from being lost. As William Green said “Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life”.

Music is my language and acquaint with what and how I truly feel especially when words don’t come easy. It’s my unsaid words and unexpressed feelings. It gives me pain but it never lied and helps me find the truths. “Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent” by Victor Hugo.

I concur what Ludwig van Beethoven had said that "Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life". Music heals my soul. It sometimes wipes away worries and doubts in me. It lifts me up, inspire me and help me understand and see life clearly.

Here is a beautiful song, sang by various artists who also believe that music heals our soul.


You can find my article at Musicouch.com


Saturday, April 23, 2011

Nature Lover's Getaway (Beaches)

Most of us Filipinos are nature lovers. We are born to value nature like our lives. We acquire good qualities and personalities on how to preserve the beauty of nature. That is why Philippines is one of the blessed country when it comes to natural resources. Our country has lots of natural resources to be proud of and there are some not yet discovered.

Before I sail to the other far islands here in the Philippines and discover more of the nature’s beauty of our country, I want to recall and share the wonderful places I had been. I was born nature lover and even though I am a computer scientist I still neither believe that technology can change nor leveled what God has made.

Marabut Beach, Marabut, Eastern Samar 
Picture via Beaches and Resort

Marabut Beach is one of the places we visited in our Science Club Field Trip when I was in high school.  The sand is white and the water is clear. Their cottages are made of indigenous materials. From the seashore you’ll see the breathtaking view of the towering rock cliffs and the unique seascape of the bay.


 Sapao Beach, Guiuan, Eastern Samar
 Picture via Wikimapia

After Marabut Beach, we went to Sapao beach and there we took our lunch time. We spent more hours to enjoy the place.  It’s a long stretch of white sand with small islands and the water was either below or above your knee. It will take a long walk before you reached the deep part of the sea. The beach offers a nice and commanding view of the Pacific Ocean.

Digyo Island, Inocapan, Leyte
Picture via For Love of the Sea
This is best place I had been. After our successful recital at STI Ormoc, my best friend’s sister took us in this wonderful small island. Digyo is just one of the four islands popularly known as Quatro Islas. It was my first time to swim in the deep part of the sea only with life jacket on since I don’t know how to swim. The water was so clear and the sand is white. So we had access to see the beauty underneath from above without using sea goggles.  Before we went back to the boat we rented and went home, we walked around the island and for the last time we savor its beauty. The timing of going home was perfect because we come across dolphins. I can't help to smile with the memory of it. They said we are so lucky because not all vacationers have the opportunity to encounter them.

You can find my article at Trifter.com

Need You Now

It’s near eleven in the evening and I’m still wide awake. Even I lay down to bed; I know sleep won’t come to me yet. The lights are off except from the room of my brother where a 10 months old baby girl and a little boy are sleeping and after a while I’ll be joining them in the room.

There’s a song I often heard from the television and keep playing in my head. I only knew the chorus part and I plan to learn how to play it with my guitar when the speaker is repaired. I need to hear the whole part of the song. I search for the lyrics and *sigh*

This song is entitled Need You Now by Lady Antebellum

Picture perfect memories
Scattered all around the floor
Reaching for the phone 'cause
I can't fight it anymore

Wherever I go, wherever I eat, visit, walk it reminds me of him. A picture of us walking in the same direction I walked or eating in the near table where we used to flashes in my mind. How I wanted to text him and call him, I wanted to say “hey, guess where I am? I remember us together here.. uhm.. Can we see each other just even for an hour?”..

And I wonder if I
Ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time

I know he’s always busy, business and problems occupied his tired mind. I wonder if I ever cross his mind even just when he takes his meal, thinking “this is sol’s favorite food” or remembering the times when I always told him “don’t each much” or “stop drinking softdrinks, drink more water”.  *sigh*

It's a quarter after one
I'm all alone
And I need you now
Said I wouldn't call
But I've lost all control
And I need you now
And I don't know how
I can do without
I just need you now

Oh how I always felt alone. I miss you so much but neither can I text nor call you.

Another shot of whiskey
Can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping
In the way you did before

And I wonder if I

Ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one

I'm a little drunk
And I need you now
Said I wouldn't call
But I've lost all control
And I need you now

And I don't know how

I can do without
I just need you now

Whoa, whoa

Guess I'd rather hurt
Than feel nothing at all


I got drunk many times but nothing change.  Coz I was waiting for his text and call saying “sol, get ready I’m gonna pick you up”, like he did before.  

*sigh*

Offstage

STI Performing Arts (Tacloban)
We can’t go on with our lives without looking back to those best memories and remembering people who helped made things possible for you.

I was just a simple student way back then and just living my life naturally. I made friends with people who were just like me, talk to people who talked to me, smile to those who smiled and looked my way and to those who liked me. I don’t like in pretending we’re friends, talk as if we’re close and smile as if we like each other. But doesn’t mean I don’t like someone it’s just that we don’t need to smile if not necessary and if we don’t feel it. I don’t act opposite of my feelings and of what I really am. I’m a Jag Jeans lover and never wear skirt as possible.

Everything changes when I joined the choir group in Performing Arts. My passion in music leads me there but I don’t have passion in acting and that made it hard for me. Aside from singing for masses in our school, we joined choral contest, we perform in gatherings, occasions and even big events. We made mini concerts and perform musicals.

Being a choir and stage performer you must possesses the professionalism in singing, acting and must have a stage presence. You have to communicate with audience while singing and you must feel and make the audience feel the song. And that includes smiling. I was just a first timer and I got nervous and made mistakes sometimes. Since I am one of altos, we don’t sing the melody of a song more often, that’s the job of sopranos. We have different tune and when singing with melody sometimes made me lost. I end up singing the melody especially when I know the song. So every time we practice and perform I focus on my tune and forget to smile. No problem with sad songs of course because there’s nothing to smile. Since I’m the tallest of the girls, I was easily recognize and observed so I always called and got scolded. When I heard our choir master said “Come on guys, smile, more.. more..” even if he’s not looking at me or even if it’s not just for me, I felt it was for me.  And I’m guilty.

Performing the musical “Ms Saigon” was the hardest part in my life of performing arts. Miss Saigon is one of the best Broadway Musical starred by our Filipino pride, Miss Lea Salonga.  We only get few part of the story and it all happened in a nightclub. So our role was ladies of pleasure. At first I can’t even imagine myself on that role. I had hard times in our practice because we had to project as a real fancy women and I had problems regarding the custom because I don’t even wear skirt how much more wearing shorter than that.
Because of their help, I learn how to cope easily in necessary changes. Because of their trust in me I learn to trust myself more and gain more confidence that I’m not aware that I am capable of. I learn how to smile in front of so many people, known and unknown. Miss Saigon was the hardest yet my challenging performance ever.

When I thought of those times, I can’t help but smile and even laugh. Those struggles and trying hard times are my best times actually. I made mistakes and got rebuke, hurt in some practices and even cried before our performance. But that’s all part of it, steps in going out of my shell.  I found out that I have lots to offer and lots of things I can do beyond my expectations.  And that’s all I owe to the people behind it.

You can find my article at Musicouch

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Another Day and Night Passed

Another day and night had passed and yet I’m still waiting in vain. I’m not sure if I had said enough to change someone’s mind or make that someone agree. Since I don’t receive anything nor hear anything my chance seems running away from me like I had run away from it before.  Yeah, I ran away from it before and I let it pass. I wasn’t sure then and I’m not sure until now either. I was afraid it might change everything that I’m already used to. Anyhow, it still changed and I let it slipped away without knowing. 

All I want to do now is to be honest to myself and give myself a chance. A chance that I took away when I decided and consider other things that I knew is better and right than that. I don’t want to think the circumstances and possible effects that might intervene in my life if I do such thing. I don’t want to consider it as a wrong thing but a part of fate’s plan and a thing that might lead me to freedom of mind and happiness in heart. 

But I am just a human and I’m weak. I can’t think of it and consider it for long. I need to say it now or never. Every day I slowly losing my battle and getting weak. I’m afraid that maybe tomorrow or the other day my perspective of things might change. And my every day struggle might end up to nothing. A day and a night to go and those things might be gone in an instant.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Unsaid

Every day seems like yesterday to me. From the past week now, I’m struggling for words and how should it be done. Never in my life was I confused and bothered as today. I never expected nor dream that I’ll end up this way. I still wish it never came along. It stayed where it should be and what it should be.

Now it seems like I’m waiting for nothing and maybe chances aren’t made for this. Honestly, if I am given a choice, I won’t choose this. But this is the reality. Turning back and running away isn’t a good choice or else I’ll end up with regrets. I don’t want to chase another pavement when I’m not yet done with this one. 

My heads spinning with words and I can’t catch up. I took deep breaths a lot these days. How can it be this heavy? So much thing in mind that should let go, uttered to someone. 

Now that I’m ready to face the truth, I’m denied. I missed to see the reality because all I believe is what I know was right like what to feel and what to show. I'm ready to slow down and walk down the stairs to hug what suppose to fit in. I failed to understand myself. I go against what I truly feel. As I went along I saw myself pretending and as time went by I saw myself in the end of the road alone. Before, I don’t want to look back although it’s tearing me.  I was afraid that when I look back I’ll see no one there for me.

I have a lot of things to say and confess. It seems opportunities and chances are against me now. I have to bear the pain of keeping these words by myself. I’ll be left alone with actions not showed, questions unanswered and words unspoken.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Strangers in an Instant

I wish people who abandoned me had been thrown away and become strangers in an instant. So that they won’t call my name as if they're truly aware it exists. They won't talk to me as if those mouths of theirs didn’t uttered insensitive words towards me even behind my back. They won’t act as if they really cared. As if no heart was bruised, no tears flowed like rivers and no life was shattered. At least, I would lessen their burdens and ceased them for having hard times in playing a role.

If only throwing those people away would be legal and easy tasks and not that difficult as it is. That would be easy to get used without them eventually like a dumb man. There is nothing to be missed. No song would make you cry and make you remember how wonderful was it to sing with someone or sing that song for you. No events would make you remember those things that you used to do and missed to do so. Even those things do come back, at least just for once and just for an instant. Loneliness won't wake you up either let you sleep. No instances, such biting down your lips to stop yourself from crying and hide in your own solitude. You won't tremble, feels sturdy and feeling pointless.

They would accept it all without hurting you more or putting blame on you  Instead, thanking you for getting out of their lives. For letting them easy to live because of the fact that is, You're not with them anymore. If it happens it would be easy for us to move on and forget. No more sentiments and runaways. And after that you don't have anything to do with what goes on to them and won't affect you at all.

Those are the hardest thing for me and impossible things I could do. I’m not perfect and sentimental overwhelm me sometimes. Past events come to mind and feeling like I've reverted back to the old pain. And it seems like it just happened yesterday.

You can find this article at -=> Authspot.com

Thursday, March 3, 2011

The Place I Call Home

I spent almost the 24 years of my life here in this place I called home. We moved here since my father started to work in a government institution. I was not born yet that time.  But I got enough time and still have the time to build memories that I will bring sometime in a distant land.

In this place I first learned and had my first time experiences as a child. Here I learn how to make friends, play different kinds of games and accidentally hurt myself without regrets. I imagined or remembered myself running around, chasing friends or hiding in some places.  We looked for fruits and ate on the trees.  I remember when I climbed in a tree until I reached the peak. It felt so wonderful and fulfilling. That is why I won a price of sermon from my parents.  That’s one thing I love about this place, it is blessed with trees especially fruit trees, vegetables and the air is fresh.

One thing I love most of this place is this is where our family started to dream and plan for our future. This is where my parents established a good life for us. They gave us good environment to grow up with.
Someday maybe before the year ends we might leave this place. Thinking of it made me sad. It’s hard to leave a place like this, a special place. I knew from the start that some time in the near future or eventually we might leave this place soon.  A fact that I should accept since nothing lasts forever.  That’s why we have the so-called memories. I will never ever forget this place. This is the place where I enjoyed my youthful years. 

You can find this article at -=> Gomestic.com

My Writing Experience

I love writing and I started writing when I was younger. Before, I don't like other people to see my works except those who knows me.  All of it was about my personal life I don't want to get judge from my writings. They might misunderstand me because they don't know about my whole story. And I'm not confident that I am good in writing. So I kept them unread by many.

There came a time a friend told me about a site he joined where he can submit his compositions and at the same time earn even just a little. He encourages me to do so and I thought of it. I thought it's time for me to come out of my shell. It’s time to be open. So I change my conceptions in life and give myself a chance and an opportunity.

I joined and wrote my first article last January 10. I had different kinds of emotions in my writing experience here in Triond. My first article was my experiment how Triond will work.  I wonder how viewers and readers will absorb and understand my compositions and how will they react about it. I saw the number of my views, I felt glad. Then, I published another composition that adds the number of my views. And for the first time I received comments from viewers who were perfectly strangers. I felt wonderful and I was very very glad about it and about them. So, I thank Triond for healing me from being blind. Sharing and being open is not harmful at all. It felt so good to share your feelings and knowledge and anything under the sun. And I thank my friend for showing me the way.

Now I publish more and more articles and poems as I can. And I get more and more views, comments and friends too. I learn a lot from reading different articles from different kinds of people.  Sometimes I even consider their suggestions. I’m thankful I found Triond. 

You can find this article at -=> Writinghood.com

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Runaway



She runs as fast as she can until she gets drained.
And lie in the ground and feel the comfort of the grass and sand.
She faces the sky with wide eye
And look at it until it lost out her sight

She closed her eyes and found the courage,
And listen to her heart and its heartbeat.
Tears flow down her cheeks.
Like seawater through the creek.

She stands up and let them flow
Until the level of the seawater go low
She shouts and calls his name
How could you be so unfeeling?


You can find this poem at -=> Authspot.com

Fate



I wasn’t the one who pull the trigger
I was just a victim of the plan
I’m not guilty of putting my heart into danger
You deceive me like any other man

I trained my heart and built a wall
So I am not that easy to fall
But you betray me and destroy what I built
And you left me bear this kind of guilt

And now I’m imprisoned
With this objectionable reason
You leave me disagreeable
In this dark and cold dungeon


You can find this poem at -=> Authspot.com


Friday, February 11, 2011

Call

I grew up in a religious environment. We do religious practices such as having Angelus and Rosary prayer every six in the afternoon and going to mass every Sunday. I knew many church songs through attending the mass and I remember my brothers taught me while playing the guitar. Church songs became my favorite songs. I started being active in church when I was just in primary school. I joined the Religious of the Virgin Mary and house to house visit and pray for Our Lady of Fatima. I involve myself in vigils, praying in the church from night until dawn. I started to become a liturgical reader when I was 12.
I went to a religious school managed by nuns and sisters when I was in high school. We pray a lot, went to church sometimes two times a week or more. I enjoyed and loved what I was doing. I love being with God, in his church and serving him. I offered my days and time with him. I thought of entering religious community or sisterhood. I saw sisters in our school and they’re fine. They’re enjoying their commitment and their life with God. I thought it was that easy, but I’m wrong. It’s what they call “calling”.  God’s call. So I told myself, if it’s my call, I won’t turn my back.

Everything changes when I went to college. I became busy with schools and friends. My life had changed. I became inactive in the church. I quit being a reader. I seldom join prayer activities or not at all.

One Sunday when I went to mass, the feeling was so familiar. I hear the songs and sang it. I can’t help to have teary eyes and I even wanted to cry. I missed the church and I miss God, I miss serving him. So when I had given another chance to go to college, to take up my second course I promised to give time and served him. I joined the school choir. I love every song I sing for him. Feeling the songs almost made me cry.

My vision in life changed. I want a family and I want to have children on my own in the future. Maybe God has different plan for me. Like serving him in a different way than being a nun.

You can find this article at -=>  Relijournal.com


Heartbeat



I feel the drum’s beat and it’s fast.
I hear a song that seems to last.
I cover my ears, “Oh, please stop!”
But it gets louder and it’s coming from…
                     … coming from my heart.

I wanted it to stop and change the rhythm
And run to change the feeling
I don’t want to know, I don’t want to bear.
What I already have and what I truly feel.

It can’t be that fast, I almost out of breath
I see only him, don’t get me blinded
Heartbeat stop, please don’t let me fall
To someone who never love me at all

You can find this poem at -=> Authspot.com


Thursday, February 10, 2011

Words Unspoken



Why is this feeling here again?
And my wounds hurt with so much pain?
How can I speak it out and say those words?
But every time I tried, it catches in my throat.

I want to cry and wept until my tears run dry.
I want to run and leave all those feelings I hide.
I want to be numb so I won’t feel weak.
So I have nothing to feel and nothing to think.

Every day I get emptier inside.
Feeling lost and myself I can’t find.
How can it be so hard? How can it be?
These words unspoken, It’s crushing down on me.

You can find this poem at -=> Authspot.com

My Broken Valentino


Valentine’s Day is fast approaching,
I thought of you and I was wondering.
You’re still mending your broken heart
Will you feel that day without falling apart?

I never dare to interfere,
Coz I knew losing her was your greatest fear.
I never dare to touch your heart,
Coz I knew she was there from the very start.

You called on the phone and you were crying
You missed her and it was her you were longing.
Heart’s Day is coming and still my silence hurts,
You we’re crying while my heart burns.

I thought the distance will help me cope,
Hide my feelings and never hope.
But when I hear that familiar but cheerless voice,
I wished I was there to give comfort.

I’m just a friend never been more than that,
Even you’re oceans away; I still don’t have the guts,
Telling you that it was more than just before,
You’re more than just a friend and now I love you more..


You can find this poem at -=> Authspot.com


A Ride Back Home


She stood there in the darkness waiting for a ride.
Unknown cars, strange motors and buses passed her by.
She tried to put her head up high,
And try to hold the tears in her eyes.

In her ride for home, she gazed out the window.
Busying her eyes, so tears won’t flow.
She closed her eyes try to fight the pain,
And hated herself for being weak and frail.

At home she ate and went directly to her room
Afraid they might see her eyes in gloom
She turns off the light and sees nothing but darkness
In her pillow she let go her pain and madness.

You can find this poem at -=> http://authspot.com/poetry/a-ride-back-home/


Deepest Wound



I was abandoned and I walked alone,
But my steps is taking me back to the journey that’s gone.
I need to stop and start picking up the pieces,
That once was whole and high in spirits.

In every time I tried to pick the pieces that broke,
Tears beckoning my eyes I tried to hold.
Putting away the mirrors, myself I won’t dare to look,
Seeing the weakness in me won’t help me cope.

I almost forget the art of being happy,
Cause the pain invaded the whole part of me.
I chase on what I saw was a bit of hope,
But a bit of hope is not enough to heal a wound.

You can find this poem at -=> Authspot.com/poetry

Stupidity


Is it stupidity in staying?
When you’re hurt as often as everyday?
Is it still stupidity in staying you’re bleeding?
Still you’re keeping pretending in different way.
What keeps you strong somehow made you weak.
For every hurt, pain is always kept.
Numb is all I want to be,
But damn I don’t know where it will take me.
It’s me, that’s me; this is all I want to be.
Accept me, that am all I wanted to see.

You can find this poem at -=> Authspot.com

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Unshed Tears

      Sitting at the computer and listening to  my favorite songs. Outside the rain pours hard and I feel the cold. Being alone in this scenario made me think of things that I still keep. There’s something inside of me that needs to come out.

         It’s raining for more than a week, it’s unstoppable. I wonder how long the Mother Earth holds that much of tears in her eyes or how the clouds handle or hold that much of water to itself. I wonder how either got the chance of freeing it out or letting it go. I hope I have the chance too. But if I had, for sure it’s unstoppable too.

        I thought it was just the cold from the outside that made me shiver. But it seems that it comes from within. I feel the chill getting deeper inside me. through my veins. A part of me telling me that, I should let it go and let it flow. Though my heart weeps but I cannot cry.  My tears seem all run dry. Too tired and I don’t want to  either think of it nor talk about it. I  pushed all the thoughts that accompanied by pain. Even talking with someone can't change what’s ailing me.

        I closed my eyes and feel the rain. The cold braces me. Somehow I like the times like this. The rain, I thought of it as my unshed tears.

You can find this article at -=> Authspot.com

Your Memories



I’ve been through a lot of pains
Knowing that I won’t have you
I’ve been thinking some memories
That may encourage me to forget you

But the memories appeared in me
Encourage me to continue
These feelings that I have in heart
Only just for you

I was wrong when I tried
To forget all the feelings I had
I have just realized that still
Your memories keeps my love alive

Originally written on June 7, 2004
You can find this poem at -=> Authspot.com

My Heart Says



I love you even though you don’t love me
I care for you even though you don’t care
But what am I supposed to do
My heart says I do love you

Even love is just a game for you
Even you told me words that broke my heart in two
I will still love you
Because that’s what my heart tells me to

Even they said we’re not meant to be
And I should love the one who will love me
But I can’t force heart to love another guy
Because it only says your name and you’re one of a kind

Even if they insist that what they had said was true
Whatever reason they have to prove me
I will still do what my heart tells me
I will love you and it will always be.


Originally written on December 12, 2003
You can find this poem at -=> Authspot.com

A Friend



When you’re exhausted from your dilemma
Don’t know what to do to ease the pain
You remember that there’s one person
A friend that you can lean on

If you’re weary and feeling down
Feeling no one is around
 You need someone to rise you up
A friend who will give you a supportive heart

Not only in bad times she’s there
Laughter and happy moments are also shared
Making fun and craziness together
With a friend that will cherish forever

Originally written on November 4, 2003
You can find this poem at -=> Authspot.com

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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

More Than A Friend


Masaya ako pagkasama kita
Palitan ng ngiti sa isa't-isa
Sabi mo pa nga sa akin noon na
Sana tumagal pa tayong dalawa

Sa aking puso'y kay hirap pakinggan
Kahit iyon ay sa pagkakaibigan
Sana hindi na lang kita naging friend
Parang naging tayo ngayon until end

Alam kong hanggang pangarap lang ako
Kasi kaibigan lang ako sayo
Dahil alam ko naman na ang mahal mo
Ay ang kaibigan ko at hindi ako

Dinadaan na lang ang selos sa biro
At heto naman sumasakay ang loko
Friend, kung alam mo lang sana
Mahal kita higit pa sa iyong akala.


Originally written on April 29, 2004

Ballpen at Papel


Ballpen at papel ang laging kasama
Sa lungkot at saya na nadarama
Nabibilang ang bawat patak ng luha
Nakikita ang saya sa kislap ng mga mata

Pagnakadama na nang pag-iisa
Lungkot at nawawalan ng pag-asa
Ballpen at papel ang laging kasama
Ibinubuhos ang lahat ng nadarama

Kapag sa puso nadarama ang kaligayahan
Ballpen at papel ang kasama sa kwentuhan
Alam ang bawat ditalye at nilalaman
Ng pusong walang malagyan ng kaligayahan

Minsang walang masabihan at walang nakakaintindi
Sa pagdurusa at sayang nadarama sa sarili
Hindi niyo naman ako masisisi
Kung ballpen at papel ang tinuturing kakampi.

Originally written on January 11, 2004