The dreams in the vast horizons,
Entwined to the road of infinity,
From its first blossom to metamorphosis
It’s grandeur and never ending bloom.
“Ding-dong” calls the chances,
Letting it echo in my head.
Got some questions, got it covered.
What would I do to live it in joy?
Is this the chaotic war in humanity?
To be confused and feeling like exploding,
With thoughts I’ve kept inside,
Therefore, this should stop.
Where would I stand?
Let the river flow?
or go against the current?
Let me distance with these decisions.
The birds that fly along the mountains,
Any bird will do as long as it deviate my mind,
Blocking its view in my eyes,
But never the heart in distraction.
Living through the life I wanted,
Translating the voices in my head,
Connecting the dots along the choices I make,
To be puzzled by the thought of love.
Love? How can I say it best?
How can I defend myself from its terrible will?
Give me my fair trial…
I’m not yet ready to be imprisoned forever.
There are bunch of things on my mind right now,
Proceeding to the negativity at its own way,
Following all the commutative laws of the norm,
Tell me my heart, what do I stand for?
Keep me away from the fire of love,
I might die from its burning desire.
Forgive me my dearest heart,
You are something I can’t endure.
To whom can I rely?
Can you me why?
Writing my own thoughts,
To whom can I quote?
This truth at the back of my mind,
To which I cannot deny.
Am I falling for him all along?
Or was this just a created confusion?
I cannot define what’s inside my bottled feelings,
So afraid of what it could reveal.
Inside of me, no one holds the key,
But only Him alone knows where the door held.
Tell me I’m insane and weak,
For simplicity sake, I still insist:
“I’m not in love! I’m not,I’m not”
As the shouts exploded, my heart cried.
To love and to be loved in return,
Isn’t it wonderful dear Almie?
Says the crying heart
But how can I know if he is the One?
As far as I know,
My heart is in alarm,
Torn between the thought of falling,
Am I going to fall in love? or fall into pieces?
Hundreds? Thousands? It might be Millions…
Millions of butterflies attacking my belly,
Feelings I cannot comprehend,
Because you were just a dream I once knew.
Why am I like this nowadays?
Longed to hold someone’s arms.
I just can’t believe this is happening inside my system,
I never thought, I would be right for you.
Is there something that is much greater than love?
It’s a thing I cannot drive at my control.
My will is weakened by it’s powerful clash,
Can I just give in and let it flow me?
Show me the road to light,
I cannot conquer its bright.
Blinded by the shine it brings,
Filled with magic coated with weirdness feelings.
I have doubted myself a hundred times,
In any ways, I find resolutions,
To fulfill my mind with hope,
To still have faith in love and the joy it brings…
Remembering the happiness I felt whenever I’m with you,
From the first time you uttered my name,
I smile and wondered, my world became new,
How can I stop myself from falling in love with you?
Across the vast ocean of Visayas,
There is an island called Panay,
Where this lonely poet resides,
It is where her education is located.
From the scorching heat of the sun,
To the singing breeze of wind,
She sailed across the islands of Surigao
To Cebu and To Iloilo.
Lovely view, she sees.
Hoping for hope,
A career in the future,
As lovely as a tree.
She doubts for golds and madness
Instead she aims for joy and fulfillness
The day her feet stop by in the port,
Feeling of loneliness she felt away.
Breakingaway those sorrows,
Working it out to and fro
Thoroughly embodied knowledge
And wisdom to be wise.
This lonely poet has a lover.
A lover from there province,
I say no months of tears,
Say no days of sadness.
There comes moments of despairs,
No one to hold, no one to cure.
Just a little prayer,
All she became was a healer.
Soon after the downs and failures,
Love will find her way,
All those broken promises and
Disappointments all faded away.
Strengthened her heart
Accepted the defeat,
All the love she ever receive,
She’s thankful as can be.
To be a fool is a choice,
To be a martyr twice is stupidity,
To be moron is a sin,
To be weak is illness.
The heart of the lonely poet,
All turned into pieces,
When she saw his loving lover,
Sitting down staring at another bliss.
Crying it loud last night
On the day of the hearts she lay,
One letter to God she sent,
Hoping for the recovery of her soul.
Painful as it may sound,
Hurting as it may to tell.
All the sacrificed joy all poured,
To a guy who just taken her for granted, I’m sure.
Deeper meaning of words,
The lonely poet sat down to write
A poem of feelings as it she call it,
Profound understanding is her hobby.
She tried to close her eyes,
She remembered the very detail
How he looks at her,
That stare he had given once for her.
The lonely poet tried to look back
Reminisced all the memories that they had
She asked why and where did she go wrong,
She asked what else am I less for?
Convincing oneself to love you is harsh
Pity is the source.
Like a rose, trampled on the ground,
Her feelings was dying for him.
Due to a numerous of chances,
Nothing changed just the becoming of worst,
Living through the promises of forever
Where would it take her by the lies?
Poor lonely poet,
All was left was her thoughts of feelings,
Being cheated, robbed by the man he trusts
She doesn’t know how to live by again,
New day has come,
New unfolded thoughts coming up.
It might be sounding so quick,
Atlast she comes to her senses.
To know her limits,
To know her worth,
Importance to her youth,
Significance to her existence.
Live not by giving the happiness to a person
Being careful enough to trust it all
Heart is just a fragile cause
Might be damaged and hard to heal itself.
She stand tall and let it go,
Everyday where she goes,
She will remember him,
Not just a memory but a lesson.
Wasted love she might say,
Through it all, it’s worth the try.
The trial in search for true love isn’t easy afterall.
In the long run, one will not leave you nor forsake you.
That’s Jesus Christ, she believes in Him,
The one real love of all,
Her faith on Him rising up
Like a phoenix on fire.
To love is for two,
Not just for one,
To love is to heal,
To forgive and to be humble.
To love and be loved in return,
To be happy, and to make someone happy,
To give and never expect to receive.
To create an everlasting sense of commitment.
Trust is important,
Never lose it.
Love is both a choice and a feeling.
Never take it for granted.
The lonely poet is moving on,
Leaving the past behind her.
To continue life,
And living life to the fullest.
She discovers that she has everything,
She has Christ, Family, Friends and good education.
She somehow realizes how important it is to take care of her heart.
To free herself from loss and let it not be part.
Her life is like a rolling stone,
Sometimes she’s up, sometimes she’s down.
But she never is afraid to walk thru it.
Along its final way, she knew she will survive.
The perfect time will come,
By God’s perfect plan it will be very soon.
To delight by God’s love,
Hope will never die from her heart.
The lonely poet never know where it will be going,
She will just enjoy the thrill or dismay.
But she believes in her heart,
God has prepared a man exclusively only for her.
“Come what may lonely poet, Come what may my dearest self.”
All the leaves of the giving tree have fallen.
I’ve got scars from a pocket knife.
If all you wanted was love..
Why did you use me up,
cut me down..
build a boat
and sail away.. 😦
All I wanted to be…
is to be your GIVING TREE..
BUILD a home,
and make you happy.. 😦
😦 😦 😦 </3 </3