Monday, August 10, 2009

poem for Andre

A cute guy
Not to mention funny, has
Dazzling voice and
Ravishing
Eyes.

24 May 2009
Sunday

poem for Tom Alvarez

Dedicated man and
Ready to help others

Listens intently,
Offers advices to people with
Vulnerable hearts and helps them
Ease their pain.

05 May 2009
Tuesday

poem for Jude

Jolly person and
Understanding man,
Dazzling, too, with an
Energetic personality.

05 May 2009
Tuesday

poem for Louie

Limitless of fun with an
Open mind, and
Understanding with lots of
Ideas for
Entertaining people.

05 May 2009
Tuesday

poem for Rico Robles

Rarity of goodness
In his personality
Charming guy and
Openness of mind

Ready to entertain people
Obligingly.
Beautiful person inside and out
Limitless energy and ready with an
Effortless
Smile.

05 May 2009
Tuesday

poem for Chico

Charming guy that gives
Happiness to everyone,
Intelligent and with
Coolness in his personality and with an
Open mind.

28 March 2009
Saturday

Saturday, March 28, 2009

a story made one night out of boredom (fiction)

it was a sigh that was heard from me, just a deep, lonely sigh. that was all i could do until the sun finally shone its last rays in the sky while a few stars started to show the world their elegant beauty, like diamonds twinkling in the light. but no matter how elegant the stars in the sky, i was just staring nowhere as my mind flew from reality to fantasy, looking for my prince charming to finally wake up my heart from a deep slumber and heal its deep wound that never stops from bleeding. i saw a lot of princes along with their princesses by their side living happily ever after like any fairy tale would end. i just kept on walking hoping to find my prince, a true prince that would not only protect me from someone who would try to hurt me but will also love me for who and what i am, and somehow we will live happily ever after. i was about to come face to face with my prince charming when a slight sound from behind startled me as my mind zooms back to reality. it was the wind blowing at the tree, rustling its leaves as it passed silently. then the deep and lonely sigh was heard form me again. trying hard not to shed a tear, i stood up, got my pen and notebook and went outside to my favorite hang-out, as i usually do every night, writing stories, stories that are actually my dreams hoping it would come true. but that time it was my own story that i was planning to write. and when it was finished, that was when i realized that my eyes were wet with tears...

i've met different kinds of people, some of them even became my so-called "friends" but somehow i saw their true colors. they were those people who would rather leave you rather than help you when you are in trouble. i found comfort to the people who did not judged me and accepted my flaws and my faults. i became their confidante and looked up to me as their elder sister. in God's grace, i graduated high school and entered college. there, i finally found my friends, my true, unpretentious friends. if a lot of people would consider high school is a lot of fun, i would say college is a lot of fun than high school because i shunned myself from a lot of things and because of the people who call themselves popular yet pretentious even within themselves. my friends in college were those who are willing to accept no matter what. acceptance is the key to friendship. in college, i also learned to love, an unrequited love. it was a painful experience, crying my heart out every night, not knowing when to stop. that's when i started writing, that was when i started dreaming, wishing them to come true, wishing that prince charming would finally come and we will live happily ever after...

the leaves still rustled as the wind blew, the stars twinkled in the sky and the moon smiled at me. as i wiped my tears away, my mind flew again from reality to fantasy looking for the one who would love me for who and what i am still seeing the princes with their princesses by their side living happily ever after...

the deep and lonely sigh is heard from me again as i look at the girl sitting under the tree holding her notebook, eyed closed, a tear that is about to fall, but won't fall anymore. those eyes that are closed won't open anymore, who failed to see her prince charming coming for her who would finally wake up her heart from a deep slumber and heal its deep wound that never stops bleeding...

05 January 2007