Start with Loving One's Self FirstI woke to hints of a sweet melody.
A false calm draped by bright songs of the lark.
As remnants of a distant revelry,
summon mem'ries of a deceptive mark.
Those colorful scenes of longing and glee,
will always be haunted by barbs of gab.
Thine absence imprisons, never sets free.
Like savage creeping vines that maim and stab.
Moons have passed, these feelings soon too shall wane.
What once was good, lay buried deep in grime.
A broken soul, a shell full of disdain,
treasured mementos cast aside by time.
There is no reprieve from this puzzling thirst.
I now know, start with loving one's self first.
My Life in Taborea"I am sick and tired of my life."
From that statement marked the beginning of my journey at Taborea. From there I realized many things. Things that I will not surely forget, where every people need to experience, where every mind and heart need to be refreshed. That's how Taborea welcomed me.
My journey in Taborea started when I kept on murmuring and blabbing about the "sick-and-tired" political posters and streamers that makes our surroundings dirty.. err, not so clean. I always try my best to remove the unnecessary and redundant poster that I see everytime I walk. But I guess, my human skills are not so good that I can always feel that my efforts are losing.
"I am sick and tired of my life." That became my mantra for a week. But even if I felt that way, I am still hoping for a greener Philippines.
One Sunday evening, I suddenly felt something in my chest. The feeling is like I'm going to have a heart attack. We were so busy eating our dinner when my mom asked me if I'm okay. But then
Whoever thought I could meet?
A girl as lovely as thee.
With eyes so tiny and sweet as milk
With lovely lips, so thin and so meek.
I can still remember when I and her first met
It was a dream come true for the prince's mind set.
I always watch her walk towards me with flare
As she caught me looking at her with my eyes full of glare.
Each day passed with happiness in my heart.
My words are becoming alive for her, I remarked.
But when the day came that she needs to embark
I caught myself standing, in a long room without any sparkling thing in the dark.
See you soon Danielle.
I'm still here... missing you.
A Sonnet for ValentinesWhat is love if not a fleeting nightmare?
Whose sharp clutches reach and tear at man's heart.
Where feelings of joy and gladness are rare,
And where animosity tends to start,
Just as embers turn to cold gray ash
so does the finite bliss of young romance,
Gone in a blink, victims left with a gash.
Robbed, mugged, and pilfered by Bitterness' lance,
Yet fools still fall for its poison embrace,
Longing, hoping, and waiting for a chance,
The minute trace of love they hope to taste,
Doing 'most anything as if entranced,
Cease to seek and suffering would have gone,
my advice to fools yet still I am one.
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