You are with me as I lay asleep


Listen, there is music in the silence of the night,
In the stillness of the air there is dance;
Painted in the fog of the early morn, look
This is my world with you.
You are art, are life to me.

Your loving gaze  reflect my own longing.
I know you so deeply, I am not afraid;
Be with me for the fleeting moment
That I hold you, that I hear you, that I feel you.
Though distance and time may soon part us,
You are etched in my heart.

Dreams couldn’t be as sweet
As the moments I share with you.
Though I falter in life,
You, my anchor, hold steadfast.
You are my love, my all.

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Dreams and Tales


I don’t wanna believe in fairytales again,
Happy endings are but far away fantasies,
Loving’s a quickly fading memory
And hoping brings nothing but malcontent.
Until you…

Surely a spell has been cast
When our eyes held our glance.
For though fate has been unkind,
Love was once again defined
Perhaps for the last time.

Rekindling life itself,
The real exceed fiction.
Truth will be felt
Through each kiss -
true love’s bliss.

 

Live Life My Dearest


Which sea will contain my sorrow?
How strong a thunder will punctuate my grief?
Could the wind’s howl compare
   to this ruined heart’s helpless cry?
Empty Nightmare has become reality
For life as that which I have lived has ceased.

But the road before me is not untrodden.
Silver streaks faintly glimmer declaring hope.
These falling dewdrops form threads that lead to the morrow.

Fearfulness breaks way for courage.
As specters from the Shadow emerge
   reflecting my own woes
We reach out our hands and grasp the intangible.

Our lives have not ended.
Changed, transmutated, morphed indeed.
But life remains to be lived.
Now with gusto and zest,
The new pages await my chronicles.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Second day ‘blind’ comes with a revelation


I broke my glasses yesterday and I’ve gotten depressed (as you’ll see if you read my previous post). I’m really dependent on those glasses and so I found myself in this familiar slump. I couldn’t get my new glasses until tomorrow since my lenses are particularly thick and the clinic had to do something with some machine or the other to prepare it. So I’m stuck.

Then I had the urge to watch some TED videos on my smartphone which was about the only gadget I could efficiently manipulate with my condition. That’s where I stumbled on this really precious video titled “The game that can give you 10 extra years of life“. It’s a talk by Jane Mcgonigal, a game designer, about a simple idea she came up with on her days of depression after a serious concussion. It’s an elegantly simple program on overcoming any kind of difficulty that you are experiencing especially (but not limited by) those that result from illnesses.

I’ve tried habit forming apps and motivation apps before but this one called Super Better really got to me. It essentially helps you overcome negative vibes through a simplified process. And these steps do seem trivial but when you put the pieces together and actually do them deliberately and purposefully, you will realize that they do affect you in a fundamental way. Slowly but surely, this website will grow on you if you give it a try. Sure, I’m skeptical about the extra years guarantee of the program but I don’t particularly care about it anyway. As long as I could keep my mood in check, I’m good.

 

P.S. This isn’t some review about anything. I’m genuinely moved by the video and the website. Maybe I’m fishing for some ALLIES (you’ll know when you check the app out) but that’s just about the most nefarious agenda I have.

P.S.S. I’m really trying my best to come up with a witty Secret Identity. Tell me if you have/get one.

Days of Blur


If one’s world are all the eyes could see,
then mine is an arm’s circle.
But this closed space is everything that I need -
a singular station rooted within bounds of stone

I have erected the walls called distance against all;
burned each bridge that were once silver and gold.
The empty moon hide thorn-laden grass and
The treacherous moat of silence keep the phantom siege at bay,

This castle of one will herald an untold peace.

The Search


This year is my quest year. Right at this very moment, I’m going to announce one sweeping declaration (not the kind that Marshall from HIMYM does).

Before 2014 is over, I will have found my cup of tea. Literally the tea that will tickle and engage my palate.  And I will be contentedly drinking it at the last afternoon of the year. It’s in conjunction with my “drink more fluids” and “drink less soda” resolutions. Woohoo~ so many promises to keep.

I’ve already tested (read: tasted discriminatingly — is there no such word?! The scandal! >.< ) (read: poser tasting) some tea and I didn’t particularly love them. Crossed of my list are the yellow label, green label, and jasmine flavor of the green label of one brand of tea. I guess I have to try other manufacturers. Hmmm, I probably should write this down my grocery list for the week.

For at the close comes a promise for new adventure


This new year holds something special for me; I can feel it in my bones. I haven’t been as excited about a year as I am now. In fact, I couldn’t remember ever being excited about an entire year. This time, I’ve turned a new leaf. I’ve resolved to dream and do what I want. It’s not going to be a year about me (but I’m so selfish I couldn’t guarantee that). It’s going to be my year. Reading it out loud makes no sense but I know I meant to say something profound back there.

Anyway, I’ve updated my Why this? page to let you all know that I’m changing some things in my blog. You might have noticed that the content no longer reflects what I started way back. I would’ve just deleted this entire blog since that turning point where all inspiration seemed to have left me but I couldn’t make myself do it so I’m doing some refurbishing instead. First, it’s not going to be entirely about romance anymore. Just putting it out there, I know you did notice it anyways. Second, I’m going to be writing more regularly. That’s a promise! And lastly, I’m going to confess that I honestly don’t know what else I’m changing in the blog. But it’ll be big, I think.

One beautiful Christmas greeting


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Today, I’ve finally heard from an old friend –  someone I could honestly say has changed my life.

It was a simple season’s greeting but it was more. It told me that he and his family were okay and that they were doing fairly well from their ordeal with Typhoon Haiyan. It meant they were still celebrating Christmas and the holidays and that they weren’t just surviving,they were thriving. Soon,they won’t just get back to normal but will be in a better state as will their neighbors, families, and friends who went through the same. It was testament of their resilient Filipino spirit and more. They are Waraynon.

It was the best Christmas gift I’ve ever had.

Contentment


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Dawn greets the meek child
A gift called Day
From dew drops to rainbows
Shaped clouds that breeze by

The meek that inherits,
Without vengeance and strife,
Grow trees of the forest
Unparch dry earth.

Whence Dusk wakes
To sprinkle the sky
With silver sparkle
Moonbeams and stars dance

Through soft-spoken lips songs play
Hope, Love, and Peace
With heart light as air
Bequeath of young Spring

Sleep embraces the weary
But lighthearted one
For that was the entire world
Earth inherited

In response to the Daily Prompt: Mad as a Hatter.
It’s probably weird linking this to the Daily Prompt but since this poem was prompted by it, I had to do it.

A year, more


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Birthdays hold special meaning to most people. We start unaware that we are celebrating our birthdays, those parties are mostly for our parents’ benefit. Then we grow to enjoy and look forward to the next one and the one after that, either we throw our own parties or receive surprise ones from our friends and family. But somewhere along the way, we dread the years’ passing as we near and get past our prime; some see age as a burden after this. And finally there comes a time when we stop counting altogether and let our family remind us how long we’ve stayed a resident of this world.

This short story portrays one of these moments on Henry’s birthday – “Not just another birthday party“.

Closed my eyes, I listen


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Have you ever stopped and reflect on how people in the past contacted each other and what difference there is between the times on that aspect? Have you weighed the consequences for having such modern means of communication and information dissemination. Perhaps you have had this vague sense that some price must have been paid for this convenience that would have been too good to be true for people from a different age. What are the values that were borne from the different kinds of media for reaching out to one another and what are the values lost from the shift to modernity? Don’t you wonder? I do.

A Sonnet that was created from these thoughts – With just your voice

Here is my page for the Sonnet on the new menu above.