ang pakiramdam

nobody noticed the change.i just can't believe i had to undergo the melancholic plight towards escape and end up being unrecognized.Ellen's words stick to my mind now."Don't try to please everybody' cause you'll end up pleasing nobody". It's so true from the bottom of the bottomless pit. It made a lot of sense since I conjured in myself that I'd accept these consequences. Once, a pact between me and God was made. In the silence of my moments alone, I created a being so withdrawn and separated from this pathetic world...Now, I've decided to break through the open and reveal this truth that has kept me under the influence of the inner enemy. I don't need to explain myself...

the retreat

one day, i decided to leave the world i used to live in.(it's not astral projection)i went around town looking for people i can't possibly be acquainted with and fortunately,i found them.for about two weeks now,i've learned a lot from these people though there be times that i gravely miss my friends specially kampupot and marapait. i even tried to let go of my past but i realized that there is no such thing as letting go, only moving on as i've read in a text message. i put off my phone every day and opened it at night restricting myself from going to the nearest store and paying for load. i struggled to keep myself from keeping in touch with my loved ones, even my Mom and my closest friends. i barely made it! i still can't believe i'm back to reality... the time i spent alone with God made me think back on all the mistakes i've committed so i decided to pick up the broken pieces of my life and fix whatever i've destroyed. i would like to express my biggest thanks to my friends who supported me during my quiet time alone, my Mom who never questioned my shocking decision, and the Almighty God who served as a Comforter in those lonely moments of pain. THANK YOU. I LOVE YOU ALL.

POVERTY?

Poor? No load? No Lacoste imitation bag? No boyfriend? No blog? Take a look at this if these are what poverty is all about...

A Tribute to President Corazon C. Aquino

SHEPHERDESS OF THE SUN

Oh! How my wailing heart bleeds
For the Mother of this pathetic land
Who in her feeble shoulders
Carried us, lost, wandering sheep.
But alas! I cry with this country,
For there lies my cherished shepherdess,
Cold against my caress.

Amidst the beasts from foreign lands
And powers of our own,
She, unlike the socialite roam
In her sun-like suits array
Led us to the fold. Now in depths of earth
Lies my dear, dear shepherdess,
Cold against my caress.

When on the ground these people lay overthrown,
My esteemed shepherdess came
And in her bosom they helplessly clave.
Then once she battled with heart and mind
To overcome the treacherous enemy alone,
And now, here lies my noble shepherdess,
Cold and numb against my caress.

I feel for her sheep, now gone astray
Who once hailed her courage
To restore their wings of liberty
And miraculously convinced democracy to stay.
But forever shall the sun shed tears
For there lies my great, great shepherdess,
Cold and dead against my caress.

THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT(improved)

Here's my "BUTTERFLY EFFECT"...I edited it for a literary competition...hope you'll like it...

THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT(improved)
09-04-09

The moaning winds blow
In accordance to the dying
Sun, soon to permeate into the horizon.
Down, down the pine-sheltered mountain
Lies an Aphroditean meadow.
Dancing poppies around Goliath's ancestry
Of woody trunks and branches cover
The heaven-sketched iridescent plain.
Serenity engulfs this remarkable cradle
Of such an innocuous Destroyer.
Unknowing of intensive destruction She brings
Comes this tiny gift of creation,
Fluttering over the humbling reeds.
Woe to the towering works of man adore,
To his love for fabled beings,
To his thoughts so alike King Solomon,
To his olden hands of innumerable deeds,
To the whole of his ill-fated wealth for
In one soft flap of Her bright, yellow wings,
A hundred,
A thousand,
A million, she kills.

sociog2 moments

huhuhu.finally it's over...i feel great now that the endless nights are done...i don't need to go out hehe

To LT. COL. VICENTE B. BASILAN...

I dedicate this poem to my Dad, who in my weakness served as my strength, in my loneliness served as a friend. I love you Dad.

SONNET X: I Learn About Life by Lokking through His Eyes
(I adpoted the title from the song Through Her Eyes by DREAM THEATER)

When in my sadness I scorn myself
And in the shadows I seek thy presence,
May it be I still can't see the essense
That mem'ries are not bought by mere pelf.
In the midst of the cold, dark night
I walk in silent remorse;
The pain altered my life's straight course
And led me away, away from the light.
One thought of your distant smile
Crushes my heart in legions,
Flails my soul through the regions.
Alas,my Father!Let it be one mile.
For when I see myself through your eyes,
I strive to live,then die,and reach for the skies.