Hush

It’s his eyes that I could only see
And the shadows that danced on the wall
Silhouettes which moved freely
Like aphorisms others cannot see.
It’s his breath I could only feel
And the beating of our hearts as shadows moved
Pounding like a gong starting a feast
Racing like cheetahs on a verdant field.
It’s his arms I could only touch
And the lump in your throat that whispered
Whispered with the tone of our pounding hearts
Saying words that seems so endless, seems so real…
It’s his voice I could only listen
And the bodily art he created for the shadows
Dancing like clouds in the vast heavens
Filling each other’s emotions with tenderness.
Indeed,
It’s his eyes that I could only see
It’s his breath I could only feel
It’s his arms I could only touch
It’s his voice I could only listen
The world was emptied with people
It was only you and me…
But I can no longer see the shadows
Only a lonely silhouette of a girl…
Cuddling her teddy bear
Thinking deeply as tears rolled down her cheeks,
Wondering what to do with the life she is conceiving
Regretting the day she believed him when he said,
“Hush…dance with the shadows…”

Gather

Gather
08-23-08
5.59 pm

Yesterday dwells inside me,
It slowly kills me.
It cuts me into pieces.
It breaks me.
Yet no one dares to pick it.
To rearrange it.
To fix it.
To complete it.
Tomorrow is just a dream.
It consumes me.
It saddens me.
It fears me.
The pieces will still be there.
It bleeds often.
It stays incomplete.
It remained broken.
Can you bring back the pieces for me?

emotional crystal

08-23-08
6.31 pm

It peeped out in the corners of my eye
Glittering like a crystal…
Slowly coming out with the pour of emotions
Seeping out of the cracks in my heart
Which was once red and healthy
Yet turned gray and frail.
Little by little it crawled on my cheeks
Trying to give comfort.
My mind runs like a broken compact disc,
Replaying moments,
Flashing back words,
It all seemed real
It all seemed right.
My cheeks are glittering with the emotional crystal;
I felt it with my fingers…
And it pained me.
It hurts knowing that I have to shed it again for you.
It is hard to absorb reality
Coz the reality I know is different from the veracity.
It is hard to accept the truth
Knowing that I had been dwelling with so much lies,
My face now glitters with the crystal…
And I won’t wipe it.
It’s my only way to pour out emotions,
To lessen the pain,
To give out hatred
To accept the truth
To learn living without you.
I’ll just let it dry naturally
So please don’t wipe it.

what some men are and what my man is...

"men are polygamous in nature and we cannot do anything about it... men are also born with spades in their hands, digging their own graves as women try to let them out of it...but it takes a lot of women to do that, that is y they need more women."

but no matter how many women will help them out of the grave if they keep on digging their graves, they will never find their way out...because in truth, only ONE woman could do that...out of love...out of eternal care and unwavering endurance and sacrifices..

i hope you are not one of those men...coz my man is....

hehehe...

life's lessons...hehehe

hearts and kisses..mwahh..

a sad reality

How does politics really work?

Even in universities, it works the same as how it works in national elections. Sometimes, i feel sad to think that these people with their young minds are already exposed to things like this – competition, power, fame…

But sometimes, there is a need to help look for leaders who could really render good services to the people. The betterment of the society relies on the people who run it, who govern it. So, it is really important that we choose leaders who work for the people and not for themselves.

School is the training ground for leaders. They are molded into good leaders if they are exposed to life’s realism. They can be good leaders if they posses “thinking minds” and “caring yet strong hearts.” They can be made into good leaders if they are molded through time and experience.

But before one could be a leader, he or she needs to run into office (in the case of student council elections but it is different in smaller organizations). There wouldn’t be a desire to run for a position but the desire to serve the students will prevail.

Now, how does politics work in school?

Just the way it is.

Popularity works in politics. That is why, those who are rich and famous end up victorious during elections. While those who are good and experienced, end up worrying about the students.

No doubt, it is a competition of who is more popular and who is not. But a good voter wouldn’t think that way. He or she wouldn’t consider the popularity of the person. It is what that person has done and what it could do if voted into the position.

I just hope everyone in my school could be good voters. I am worried of the student council. I hope, they will vote for leaders who could render good services for them.

He or she doesn’t need to be rich and popular. What is important is that he or she could is a real person and doesn’t have personal interests towards anything….