Play me again the violin,
Every night before sleep.
Hear me the tunes that lit my conscience,
And deprived my right from wrong.
A melody unusual but sweetly bind,
Which escorted me to a dream so fine.
Each string you scraped doused every pain,
Eased my mind and dried the rain.
So play me again the violin,
That gives me warmth in chilly nights.
It lets me find peace for a while,
And adorns my sadness with a smile.
* there’s something in the way your music play *
Saturday, November 15, 2008
my perfection
i dont dress up like barbie, i dont go for high heels, i dont check on my hair every minute, i literally dont wear make up, i hate tight skirts, i dont wear uncomfortable dresses that looks good on me, i dont go to clubs and i dont shop a hell lot, i seldom go to the hairdresser, i bite my nails, i dont cry for boys, i dont talk like most girls, i dont walk like most girls, i dont even act like most girls.
i'm not perfect.
but when..
no matter what’ll happen,
one out of ten zillion lives still wants to be with me.
when..
someone hopes for me.
Someone prays for me before they go to sleep.
Someone thinks about me when they feel down and they feel better. someone doesnt want me to ignore.
Someone is always there to provide me with supports.
someone, no matter what the circumstances are, can always look at my eyes and say
"i’d rather die for you than live for anyone else. at least the reason i die is better than the reason i live".
And when that time comes, I will be perfect.
i'm not perfect.
but when..
no matter what’ll happen,
one out of ten zillion lives still wants to be with me.
when..
someone hopes for me.
Someone prays for me before they go to sleep.
Someone thinks about me when they feel down and they feel better. someone doesnt want me to ignore.
Someone is always there to provide me with supports.
someone, no matter what the circumstances are, can always look at my eyes and say
"i’d rather die for you than live for anyone else. at least the reason i die is better than the reason i live".
And when that time comes, I will be perfect.
a lesson from love
Close my eyes, and my soul is gone…
The subtle images claered it’s path.
Reached a place somewhere in the past,
and will always be memorized.
A lustrous side of a common love,
gnawing my conscience, little by little.
Turn the thoughts all around.
I’m high.
As if in a trance.
But then,
The fineness gone and comes the sore.
Aching and burning and embezzling.
God help me I’m suffering.
I take my pain with a sincere smile.
A corteous glance and gratitude.
Thank you for letting me learn,
a lesson of life I’ve always yearned…
The subtle images claered it’s path.
Reached a place somewhere in the past,
and will always be memorized.
A lustrous side of a common love,
gnawing my conscience, little by little.
Turn the thoughts all around.
I’m high.
As if in a trance.
But then,
The fineness gone and comes the sore.
Aching and burning and embezzling.
God help me I’m suffering.
I take my pain with a sincere smile.
A corteous glance and gratitude.
Thank you for letting me learn,
a lesson of life I’ve always yearned…
my veryy first poem :))
“I just wanna be a part of you;
a half or a quarter;
it doesnt matter;
what’s important is that i get close to you…”
"simple things can make something new,
like me and you,
together in two;
we wil try to reach the sun at day
and ride the moon at night.."
a half or a quarter;
it doesnt matter;
what’s important is that i get close to you…”
"simple things can make something new,
like me and you,
together in two;
we wil try to reach the sun at day
and ride the moon at night.."
a thought.
sometimes loving needs no showing
just a feeling inside the heart.
by little things u know that im watching
but sometimes little are just too small
sometimes missing need so much patience
and people are often impatient.
only a love as great as mine,
can bear this never ending yearning
because of you i surrender
because of you i stay strong
all this are always kept inside
coz i know some love needs no showing
just a feeling inside the heart.
by little things u know that im watching
but sometimes little are just too small
sometimes missing need so much patience
and people are often impatient.
only a love as great as mine,
can bear this never ending yearning
because of you i surrender
because of you i stay strong
all this are always kept inside
coz i know some love needs no showing
a mother's journey to Eden
its funny sometimes how you think about life, especially when you were young. when you’re still in primary school, you think it’s an easy journey, without barriers or obstacles of any kind. you think that everything’s gonna be okay because you believe your mom can fix anything and everybody likes you and they never say bad things about you. and you look up to celebrities, you worship them and you have dreams and high hopes on becoming them. you look in the mirror and you see a princess, your daddy always says that you are a princess, and he always call you that when he’s talking to his friends, you’re always happy with your reflection. you think you look amazing. you get good grades at school, the teachers love you and you have many friends.
as you grow older, around your junior and senior years, you’ll meet a few people who start to dislike you, and you’ll meet a few people that you dislike. you’ll have problem with pimples all over your face, you’ll start to have feeling for the opposite sex, or in some cases, the same sex. suddenly some people criticize you for you appearance. you hate your own reflection, and you start to realize that your body have so many flaws. youre nose is too big, you’re too fat, you have small breasts, you have a big ass, you’re too short, etc. you start having arguments with your parents, about small things like allowance to big problems like your boyfriend. you start to learn that the world is cruel and cold. in this time of your life, you’re struggling hard to find your identity, you’ll feel lonely at times. and daddy doesn’t call you a princess anymore, because you told him to stop cause your friends think it’s ridiculous. and for the first time, mommy’s hugs won’t help. and you hate fairy tales, you envy their happy endings.
as you go to college and start to work, you’ll see the world with both eyes open. you’ll see the different problems different people have. you start to learn how to survive, you become more mature and independent, and you start to gain confidence. you become more serious in your work, you communicate as adults with your parents and you start to seek a serious relationship, not just a crush, but true love. you start thinking about marriage and you start planning your future. you’ll have more realistic dreams, you’ll have a realistic goal. unlike your younger days, when you want to be cinderella, now, you just want to get a promotion, or finish college. you aim lower, you become more concerned and careful in making decisions. you become wiser, and you’ll start to accept yourself with your flaws and all. you become a true adult.
as your age gets older, you’ll lose your youth physically. you’ll have worse eye-vision, you start to get forgetful in your old days. you’ll have grandchildren and retire from your work. you become less interested in the world, you get bored easily, you become tired and you just want to relax. you’ll love to sleep and just sit on your porch, watching the nature revolve. you’ll stop your diet and be less concerned about your looks, you start to eat healthy food so your diabetes wont relapse . you’re bold and you’ll miss your children so badly because now they have their own family to take care of. but you’re proud of yourself, because you have succeed in building your own empire, your own family, and you have marked your existance in the world since your fist child was born. you are proud because you succeeded on becoming five different women at one lifetime, a wife, a daughter, a grandchild, a grandmother, and most importantly, a mother. your job is done. and sometimes, you find yourself just waiting for death.
and today, today you’ll know something new is about to happen. you sensed it and you know you can’t be wrong. as you lay your head on your pillow and close your eyes, you see your husband and another man beside him. you’re not afraid, you wont open your eyes, you dont want to, because you know your time is up. the man beside your husband stretched out his hand, you reach for it and you feel safe, the greatest joy in your life. you smile… but your children cry, like you used to long ago, when your mommy died.
as you grow older, around your junior and senior years, you’ll meet a few people who start to dislike you, and you’ll meet a few people that you dislike. you’ll have problem with pimples all over your face, you’ll start to have feeling for the opposite sex, or in some cases, the same sex. suddenly some people criticize you for you appearance. you hate your own reflection, and you start to realize that your body have so many flaws. youre nose is too big, you’re too fat, you have small breasts, you have a big ass, you’re too short, etc. you start having arguments with your parents, about small things like allowance to big problems like your boyfriend. you start to learn that the world is cruel and cold. in this time of your life, you’re struggling hard to find your identity, you’ll feel lonely at times. and daddy doesn’t call you a princess anymore, because you told him to stop cause your friends think it’s ridiculous. and for the first time, mommy’s hugs won’t help. and you hate fairy tales, you envy their happy endings.
as you go to college and start to work, you’ll see the world with both eyes open. you’ll see the different problems different people have. you start to learn how to survive, you become more mature and independent, and you start to gain confidence. you become more serious in your work, you communicate as adults with your parents and you start to seek a serious relationship, not just a crush, but true love. you start thinking about marriage and you start planning your future. you’ll have more realistic dreams, you’ll have a realistic goal. unlike your younger days, when you want to be cinderella, now, you just want to get a promotion, or finish college. you aim lower, you become more concerned and careful in making decisions. you become wiser, and you’ll start to accept yourself with your flaws and all. you become a true adult.
as your age gets older, you’ll lose your youth physically. you’ll have worse eye-vision, you start to get forgetful in your old days. you’ll have grandchildren and retire from your work. you become less interested in the world, you get bored easily, you become tired and you just want to relax. you’ll love to sleep and just sit on your porch, watching the nature revolve. you’ll stop your diet and be less concerned about your looks, you start to eat healthy food so your diabetes wont relapse . you’re bold and you’ll miss your children so badly because now they have their own family to take care of. but you’re proud of yourself, because you have succeed in building your own empire, your own family, and you have marked your existance in the world since your fist child was born. you are proud because you succeeded on becoming five different women at one lifetime, a wife, a daughter, a grandchild, a grandmother, and most importantly, a mother. your job is done. and sometimes, you find yourself just waiting for death.
and today, today you’ll know something new is about to happen. you sensed it and you know you can’t be wrong. as you lay your head on your pillow and close your eyes, you see your husband and another man beside him. you’re not afraid, you wont open your eyes, you dont want to, because you know your time is up. the man beside your husband stretched out his hand, you reach for it and you feel safe, the greatest joy in your life. you smile… but your children cry, like you used to long ago, when your mommy died.
about YOU GUYS.
It’s not the money,
not the clothes.
No, not the make up,
the bags or the coats.
It’s not the houses,
it’s not what they ride.
It’s their genuine presence,
they’re ALWAYS by my side.
We only play DARE,
cause we already know the TRUTH.
And we dont need to swear,
our faith in each other is huge.
We share our dirty little secrets,
and leave nobody behind.
Sometimes we fight till it hurts,
but we always end up fine.
They sometimes pest,
and act like a bitch.
But they’re better than boyfriends,
cause they won’t ditch.
Not important to some,
but mean the whole world to me,
they’re my BELOVED FRIENDS,
my other family.
You may have beauty that’s flawless,
you may be rich.
But i have life’s invaluable bonus,
that can’t be switched.
By ANTONIA ESTELITA.
not the clothes.
No, not the make up,
the bags or the coats.
It’s not the houses,
it’s not what they ride.
It’s their genuine presence,
they’re ALWAYS by my side.
We only play DARE,
cause we already know the TRUTH.
And we dont need to swear,
our faith in each other is huge.
We share our dirty little secrets,
and leave nobody behind.
Sometimes we fight till it hurts,
but we always end up fine.
They sometimes pest,
and act like a bitch.
But they’re better than boyfriends,
cause they won’t ditch.
Not important to some,
but mean the whole world to me,
they’re my BELOVED FRIENDS,
my other family.
You may have beauty that’s flawless,
you may be rich.
But i have life’s invaluable bonus,
that can’t be switched.
By ANTONIA ESTELITA.
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