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4 December 11

Christmas Lights

I was walking in a dark street with deep thoughts

I turned a corner and I entered a well-lit street.

Christmas lights tracing the lines of the walls,

with trees being graciously covered with lights.

Those lights were glowing to me.

Casting its soft dim light in the way.

I could feel its warmth.

It was comforting.

I stopped and stared for a while.

Caught mesmerized by its beauty.

I thought the color of the lights was romantic.

I walked along the alley,

darting my eyes from left to right.

I found myself beaming with delight.

Tags: poem personal
26 February 11

Gratitude

Entered the room with no expectations
Never thought to be acknowledged
I was not accustomed to such
Yet, it was unbelievable and amazing
that it stunned me
I was caught speechless
A bit uncomfortable with the spotlight
For I am discreet and modest about it
But I was very very grateful
Thankful to those people who helped along the way
Above all, I am so thankful to God
For this is for His glory
This got me inspired and challenged
to go an extra mile
in whatever I do

-E

Tags: poem personal
30 December 10

Dancing Flame

The candle sat before my eyes.
I was mesmerized by its light
That I kept staring at it with delight
Watching the flame silenced me.
Within me, I found inner peace.

The flame danced alone
yet with so much grace and passion
Its warmth was comforting.
Its light was bright.
Enough to enlighten me.

- E

Tags: poem personal
3 November 10

Autumn Tale

Leaves slowly bending down
In its almost lifeless form
About to fall on the ground
As the rain pours on
And the wind is heard
The leaves drop a soft sudden thud
Its color has turned to sadness
As if the rain has liven up the ill feelings

- E

Tags: poem personal
24 October 10

Puzzle Pieces

I was innocent and hopeful and clueless
As I explore and step into unfamiliarity
And yes, I could see what is in front
But beyond it I could not
Mystery slowly surrounded me
Like a sleuth all the time
Picking up clues from the floor scattered with dimes
Behind the curtains of all the words and talks
Are all the intentions and the motives, until I balked
Was it mutual?
Or was it selfish?
Was it for good sake?
Or was it ill to begin with?
Can I take what I see as the real thing?
What is the real motive/s from the start?
Trying to understand and not be freaked out
But I ended up in doubt
It’s puzzling me
As I stare at those lingering pieces
Floating along and I’m letting it be
I was led by the hand shown to me
To which I held onto
The other hand remained hidden
In the dark, not even a single light was cast
Even a glimpse, I cannot catch
Had it been laid down before my eyes
Clear and real, bold and direct
Those thoughts will have no effect
Slowly, I realized that my inquisitive nature
Took over me for awhile
But nevertheless, I was glad
Glad that I found myself in this realm
Ever thankful and still grateful.
- E

Tags: poem personal
10 September 10

Cold Empty Canvas

I’m losing the grip
of what’s now and of where I am
Days passes by in a swift
And it’s slowly moving farther
Things drifting into a space
where it’s going to be part of my past
Quick spin of the time
Drives me feeling like I’m being pulled away
Noticing that I am about to leave somehow
And as if I’m on a trip, down the lane,
Even I cannot paint what is in me
Only a cold blank canvas lies
Staring back at me in a daze
For parting ways is never easy
- E

Wrote this last week, I guess. :)

Tags: poem personal
22 August 10

Tulalang Tula

Kung tutuusin, kay daming pwedeng gawin

Kahit para lang sa wala

Ngunit mahirap pala magsipag-sipagan

Mistulang malamig na singaw

Ang mga gana kong nalulusaw

Tila ang buong mundo ay nakahinto

Mali, ako lang pala.

Nakatingin sa malayo at tulala

At biglang napapatula.

- E

Tags: poem personal
8 August 10

Milkshakes

lyricalthoughts:

Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash 

Oh baby with your pretty face 

Drop a tear in my wineglass 

Look at those big eyes 

See what you mean to me 

Sweet-cakes and milkshakes 

I’m a delusion angel 

I’m a fantasy parade 

I want you to know what I think 

Don’t want you to guess anymore 

You have no idea where I came from 

We have no idea where we’re going 

Lodged in life 

Like branches in a river

Flowing downstream 

Caught in the current 

I carry you 

You’ll carry me 

That’s how it could be 

Don’t you know me?

Don’t you know me by now?

* * *

I love this poem by the street poet. Got this from Before Sunrise movie. This poet is a genius. His business is asking people who passed by the street to think of a word.. any word and then he will make poem out of that. And if they like it, then they will pay for it, and keep the poem.

Well… I like it.

Reblogged: lyricalthoughts

Tags: poem reblog movie
Posted: 7:47 PM

lyricalthoughts:

If you are at first lonely, be patient.

If you’ve not been alone much, or if when you were, you weren’t okay with it, then just wait. You’ll find its fine to be alone once you’re embracing it.

We can start with the acceptable places, the bathroom, the coffee shop, the library, where you can stall and read the paper, where you can get your caffeine fix and sit and stay there. Where you can browse the stacks and smell the books, your not suppose to talk much anyway so its safe there.

There is also the gym, if your shy, you can hang out with yourself and mirrors, you can put headphones in.

Then there’s public transportation, because we all gotta go places.

And there’s prayer and meditation, no one will think less if your hanging with your breath seeking peace and salvation.

Start simple. Things you may have previously avoided based on your avoid being alone principles.

The lunch counter, where you will be surrounded by “chow downers”, employees who only have an hour and their spouses work across town, and they, like you, will be alone.

Resist the urge to hang out with your cell phone.

When you are comfortable with “eat lunch and run”, take yourself out for dinner; a restaurant with linen and silver wear. You’re no less an intriguing a person when you are eating solo desert and cleaning the whip cream from the dish with your finger. In fact, some people at full tables will wish they were where you were.

Go to the movies. Where it’s dark and soothing, alone in your seat amidst a fleeting community.

And then take yourself out dancing, to a club where no one knows you, stand on the outside of the floor until the lights convince you more and more and the music shows you. Dance like no ones watching because they’re probably not. And if they are, assume it is with best human intentions. The way bodies move genuinely to beats, is after-all, gorgeous and affecting. Dance until you’re sweating. And beads of perspiration remind you of life’s best things. Down your back, like a book of blessings.

Go to the woods alone, and the trees and squirrels will watch for you. Go to an unfamiliar city, roam the streets, they are always statues to talk to, and benches made for sitting gives strangers a shared existence if only for a minute, and these moments can be so uplifting and the conversation you get in by sitting alone on benches, might of never happened had you not been there by yourself.

Society is afraid of alone though. Like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements. Like people must have problems if after awhile nobody is dating them.

But lonely is a freedom that breaths easy and weightless, and lonely is healing if you make it.

You can stand swaffed by groups and mobs or hold hands with your partner, look both further and farther in the endless quest for company.

But no one is in your head. And by the time you translate your thoughts an essence of them maybe lost or perhaps it is just kept. Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself, perhaps all those sappy slogans from pre-school over to high school groaning, we’re tokens for holding the lonely at bay.

Cause if you’re happy in your head, then solitude is blessed, and alone is okay.

It’s okay if no one believes like you, all experiences unique, no one has the same synapses, can’t think like you, for this be relived, keeps things interesting, life’s magic brings much, and it doesn’t mean you aren’t connected, and the community is not present, just take the perspective you get from being one person in one head and feel the effects of it.

Take silence and respect it.

If you have an art that needs a practice, stop neglecting it, if your family doesn’t get you or a religious sect is not meant for you, don’t obsess about it.

You could be in an instant surrounded if you need it.

If your heart is bleeding, make the best of it.

There is heat in freezing, be a testament.

* * *

http://lybio.net/tanya-davis-how-to-be-alone/poem/

(via raysquared)

Reblogged: lyricalthoughts

30 May 10

Gust

In the middle of heavy downpour
Still hoping to go further
For afar, I saw,
So still is the wind
And rain has become drizzly
Should I get there,
Cross the bridge, I must
But gust of wind and rain awaits
Felt as though I was swept away
And finally, finally,
Outburst of rain nor wind no more.
I was left stunned and cold and wet
As I watched the path I’ve just crossed.

- E

Tags: poem
27 May 10

The Three Oddest Words

When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.

When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.

When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no non-being can hold.

By Wislawa Szymborska
Translated by S. Baranczak & C. Cavanagh

Copyright © Wislawa Szymborska, S. Baranczak & C. Cavanagh

Tags: poem
13 December 09

Creeping loneliness

Felt like I lost a friend,

someone so dear to me.

Depression crept into me,

as I was left in the midst of darkness.

Everything just dawned on me.

No one was there, except for pain.

It was so still in my heart.

Wished for peace and strength.

Now hoping to get through this with ease.

- E

Tags: poem personal
12 December 09

Chasing Waves

Like the sea that calms down

For how long, no one can tell

Till I see its waves rushing back.

I hear the sounds,

they are echoes of loneliness,

begging for a second time around.

Its waves seemingly striving and chasing,

as though wanting me to embrace back

So near, that I don’t want to be caught

Into the realms of emotions

to which I know there is no way out.

I run away and away,

panting for breaths,

breaths of freedom,

breaths of anew.

- E

Tags: personal poem
18 July 09

Lost

Standing in the middle of nowhere
She looks around until her head spins
Dizzy, she sees stars everywhere
She sits down and on her knees, she leans

Her head throbs in pain
Her vulnerable heart cries
Direction she wills to search in vain
And so, getting up she tries

There are two directions, left and right
In the left, conflict it spells
In the right, hurt is what she mights
Confused, her mind tells

For whichever path she takes
consequences are present
Whichever chosen sake
she has to face it without resent

But she is not ready
She is still in fear
Her heart has since been unsteady
She prays fervently, ‘God, oh dear’

She begs God to show her the way
For she is lost completely
And she hopes to be enlightened by day
But uncertainties still looms her helplessly

- E

Tags: personal poem
Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh