Senti

I've been kind of melancholic lately. I feel there is something lacking in my life that I need to go on and find. I'm going around in circles, atuck with the routinary cycle of my life. Maybe, I'm just not thankful enough for the blessings I have. Maybe, I just tend to think the worst of myself and I forget that deep inside, I know I am, in a way, a self-actualized soul. I don't know,. I just feel like I'm not supposed to be here.

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

So you think you can

You think you can break me
With your harsh words and sarcastic smiles
You believe you can bring me down
By your newly found apathy and condescending frowns

You think you can fool me
and throw me into an inevitable caste
You think by your ignorant coldness
I'd be over you like a puppy dog on a chase

Big mistake!
I've been through deaths a hundredfold
I've sung a thousand crying lullabies
Never will my soul ebb away...again

Finally, I drink upon your honesty
And taste the bitterness of who you really are
And so I carouse myself, giddily
I've escaped from an unwanted destin

For someone I'm crushing on

I stare at you and I'm lost beneath the galaxy of your emotions. Every look in the eye, every glimpse. Somehow, I know I'm reaching for a far-away sun. How I'd love to be your moon, riding beside you and ruling over the cool skies. How I'd love for that fantasy to be my reality.

However, I never forget you are a sun - always warm, gentle yet incomparable, out of reach. No matter how I'd love to be the owner of that crinkle in your eyes whenever you smile, I know I'll forever be your Clytie, sitting from afar, admiring you and wishing for a glance.:)

Emote mode

Wala akong maisulat

Pero bakit ako nandito? Bakit pilit kong ipinupukpok ang daliri ko sa mga letrang di binibigyang saysay ng utak ko? Isa sa ba itong paghahangad na makamit ko muli ang kaluluwa kong matagal nang nagkukubli sa likod ng mga walang buhay kong ngiti? Mahahanap ko nga ba ang mga kasagutan sa mga espasyong bumabalot sa pagitan ng mga salita, letra at mga tuldok?

Hanggang titig. Hanggang tanaw na lang sa mga salitang dapat sana'y bukana ng mga saloobin ko. Sa ngayon, tila hindi ako makalipad. Hindi ko sila maabot.

For every woman by Nancy Smith

For every woman who is tired of acting weak when she knows she is strong, there is a man who is tired of appearing strong when he feels vulnerable.

For every woman who is tired of acting dumb, there is a man who is burdened with the constant expectation of "knowing everything."

For every woman who is tired of being called "an emotional female," there is a man who is denied the right to weep and to be gentle.

For every woman who is called unfeminine when she competes, there is a man for whom competition is the only way to prove his masculinity.

For every woman who is tired of being a sex object, there is a man who must worry about his potency.

For every woman who feels "tied down" by her children, there is a man who is denied the full pleasures of shared parenthood.

For every woman who is denied meaningful employment or equal pay, there is a man who must bear full financial responsibility for another human being.

For every woman who was not taught the intricacies of an automobile, there is a man who was not taught the satisfactions of cooking.

For every woman who takes a step toward her own liberation, there is a man who finds the way to freedom has been made a little easie