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Photographs
Painfully, some photographs are flat, lifeless, cold reminders of times that would not return. As these pictures have feelings that are too painful to reminisce with. Yet we still keep them because we fear that something so great won’t happen twice, won’t happen again. Contradictorily feeling pain and greatness at the same time, at a different set of perspective on how we look at that picture perfect capture.
Though sometimes we discover unpleasant truths along the way and whenever we do so or whenever we feel, we look at that picture with curiosity. On how life could easily ruin an irreplaceable experience and feeling. We could destroy that picture with the help of sadness and bitterness in our inner hearts but we simply can’t, I know, it’s not that simple.
War Cry
It’s not about how good you are. It’s about how far you can go to get better. The intense desire to learn something is a far more superior attitude that those people who just want to succeed. I am whose ambition far exceeded my own talents, this fact doesn’t make me frail, instead, this mere fact pushed me, inspire me to constantly challenge myself, inspire me to seek and defeat my own limits. I am not an unrewarded genius. People can’t see that I’m working all alone for days and nights on end. I’m not that kind of person who strives for perfection as I can sacrifice anything as my heart desires. Remember failure is not an option, and when all else fails – I simply don’t. If I did, I can still hold my head up because I did what I needed to do in full extent, no regrets.
You need to be conscious of your strengths and weaknesses, making yourself capable of attaining what you need and not just what you want. That’s a perfect idea. Additionally, diligence is the most important virtue for success, that steadfast and earnest effort to accomplish something and the capability of not giving up. People like these are destined to succeed.
Contemplation
It was impenetrable, so dense. In the midst of contemplation, a tear fell. A bottle of whiskey was never enough to console my grief. Right here sitting wasting time writing love letters for her which she will never be going to read. She’s beautiful, her charm turned me weak, down on my knees under an irremovable spell. Then I just heard my heart calling her name, perfect antonym of propitious omen. Everything was fine till I answered her every call, clandestinely thinking she’ll fall. Trapped by my own delusions, I fell, with no one catching me under the line I crossed, the unrequited affection took its price; took everything from me.
Girl of the morning dew
The girl of the morning dew
Surrounded by a beautiful mist
She liked her full solitude
A man was enticed by her grace
He who constantly looking at her
Adored her secretly passionately
Looking at her as if she’s a goddess
He struggled hard to fight emotions
Separated by a worldly fate
He can’t just fall into such dreams
After each day his feelings matured
He waited, longed, and loved
Craziness’ filled his empty heart
Then his hesitations leave behind
Gathered all the courage he has
Confronts her to speak about his love
Stuttering, nervous, feeling the gravity
Regrets engulfed while time stopped
Someone already owns her heart
Nagdurusa
Nagdurusa’t nag iisa nag iintay ng iyong lambing
Pusong nanlalamig hinahanap ang iyong pag-ibig
Ikaw ay biglang nag paalam tinatanong kung bakit
Mga halik na walang kasing tamis, akap na mahigpit
Alaalang sinusubukan wag balikan ngunit mapilit
Sinusubukan patawarin, iyong pangalan bukang bibig
Lungkot na nadarama pusong nagtatago ng hinanakit
Ikaw pa din ang tinitibok ng puso oh anong sakit
Tales of anguish and bitterness
I wish I wasn’t so foolish to fall in love with her. I’m just a simple boy, incapable to understand, very unworthy of her. A confused boy who tried to set the differences from fairy tales to reality then failed afterward.
I believed that our souls are fate intertwined, that we’re destined to be. She’s the only one. She’s my true karma, someone I can’t read, someone I can’t have. She accidentally made me insecure, wherein I’m trapped for the things I can make, for the things I can create, for the things I can achieve.
There are times wherein you don’t know what to do next, that happened to me when she left. I got no plans, had nothing to lose. All I can think off is her. Truth is I don’t want to write about her anymore, I know for a fact that she’d love to hear that I finally moved on, but what can I do? I’m just a writer who selfishly writes about what I truly feel. Writing since the day our paths crossed, when I found true love through her, to the day we made our promises, to our first fight, and when she finally left, to the day I painfully accepted defeat. After that, all posts are hopeless romantic ones. Each entry contains facts, posted a little late. Each entry contains sad memories of us. Each contains true love that I want to constantly prove to her.
Months passed, every morning became another heartache, every cold night got me wishing we’re still talking to the phone like before, to the day I became numb to the pain, to this day I’m still reminiscing our almost happily ever after. Funny thing is she just hates me for not giving up on her. Now I can’t believe that she won’t talk to me. I tried everything. I did everything. I miss the love that is almost there, almost there, and then suddenly without any warning my Cinderella was gone.
What am I blabbering about? Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me, and these are rubbish tales of anguish and bitterness. I loved you, I love you, and I will always love you.
PS: Happy Birthday to me
I’m guilty
Baby, you know that I’m guilty of loving thee
My love for you will never set me free
You’ll be my forever desire my love
Promise me that we will never be apart
When
When reasons end, faith begins
When faith begins, truth misleads
When truth misleads, perception plays
When perception plays, chaos raise
When chaos raise, hope starts
When hope starts, reasons live
Don Normantico 