She really nailed it. She’s the Queen of Prose and Poetry. I am an aspiring one.
One time, I was asked: how can it be possible to transmute pain into poetry?
I was stupefied by the question.
But it made me conceive.
How can one write such good poetry out of torment?
I have already found the answer to this question.
By the time of affliction and anguish of my affection,
I knew then that pens and papers are the only release I can ever manage.
I knew then that I cannot hurt back the person who inflicted me such pain.
And that for the life of me, I can just write until I am hurting no more.
To turn the man into a poetry while I am making myself believe that he merits it.
To be a writer of our love until the end of our story.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Secret Santa.”
It’s almost New Year and I am not really into making lists of what I can improve and what not.
But New year is fast approaching and for the colorful 2014, I am so compelled to list down all my wants and my hearts’ desire for 2015.
So what’s New Year’s Resolution? Let’s see according to Wikipedia.
a person makes a promise to do an act of self-improvement or something slightly nice
- Buy actual books instead of downloading eBook. Before iPad, Kindle and other eBook devices, I am a sucker for good books. I spend hours looking for something to buy. This generation has changed everything. But for my 2015, my goal is to go back to tradition.
- Be wiser. I posted a while back that being smarter doesn’t mean being wiser. After everything I’ve gone through this 2014, I wouldn’t want to be less of a wise person I have become in the process. Never again!
- Be more self-reliant. I am independent. That I know for sure. But there are times you really feel so weak and you rely on people. This year made me realize that happiness, in whatever circumstances, should never depend on one person. They will just drop it all the time.
- More time in the library than in Starbucks. I have decided to spend more time in the library or bookstore than in Starbucks Coffee Shop. I will invest something for my mind.
I am not good at it. I simply want to do something that I haven’t done. I want to eat more. Sleep better. Read more books. As simple as that.
I have been looking for the title of this song until one day, I just let myself play random videos on YouTube and this one played. I am such a happy kid.
There you go. Spread the love. Have ourselves a Merry Little Christmas first.
You only need one man to love you. But him to love you free like a wildfire, crazy like the moon, always like tomorrow, sudden like an inhale and overcoming like the tides. Only one man and all of this.
I just borrowed the quotes from goodreads.
I love that you talk to me about your disappointment and pain. I love it when you share me the things that hurts you and you close your eyes in my loving arms, cuddled like you need protection. There’s nothing like our love for each other. I love you when your sad. I love you when you’re happy. I love you all the time. I am giving you my kisses and hugs while I write and close this.
I am dating an alpha male who isn’t ashamed of showing weaknesses.
Today, I have loved you for 555 days.
I am sorry, it took me a while to figure that out. But yes. I have loved you since Summer of 2013. That was our birthday.
That was after we walked hand in hand by the beach in a moonlit sky. When we sat on a big rock looking at the horizon, hearing only our voices and the serene brutality of the ocean at night.
That was after we laughed at my craziness because I was so scared I won’t let go of your hand. That was after we ate dirty left overs and felt sorry we didn’t eat on time. That was after we slept together in a small tent and we just slept. That’s when I knew I can trust you.
Hun asked me a question yesterday and I didn’t know the answer. So I was going home yesterday and thought about it. This is still not the answer to his question because he was asking me when did we become official. And gosh, who knew?
I’m not sentimental–I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know,
is that the sentimental person thinks things will last–the romantic
person has a desperate confidence that they won’t.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
I was so busy and pre-occupied lately, I haven’t been able to update my blog.
Here’s the thing.. I lost my job for three long years last week and I was so busy enjoying the days I call Alarm-Free days. I was always out with some friends and now it’s Monday. How time flies. I have to look for another job I will keep until the company will never want me again for the reason I won’t accept for the life of me.
I am just glad that my friends won’t leave me and they are very supportive. I actually forgot about my love life for the time being but hey, we are still ok. I can’t wait until it’s Thursday again and we’ll be together again until Sunday.
I am at Starbucks waiting for my Two Friends. We’ll have discipleship meeting first and then they’ll drop me off to the new office I hope I will belong. Pray for me peeps.