Belles-Lettres

I want... a look that does not question us a word that does not pick doubts a touch that does not ask why I feel bad a hug that does not say sorry a kiss that will remind me what's missing I don't want them if all they ever ask is why. I badly need them to tell me how much.

What makes my perfect guy are his imperfections. First, it makes him real than a dream. Second, that’s him. Third, I love him. Lastly, he loves me. He’s neither yours nor anybody’s for he’s my first and one and only. He's officially perfect for me. :)

I bet that's not a decision you alone can make So since your safety is at stake Promise me not a bone of your body will break Because that's something I cannot take.

I love you like there's no tomorrow. I love you till yesterday's are gone. I love you for as long as today will stay.

A morning in the second week of June 2007, I went in my first class chin up, shoulders straight, breast out as I walked up to the platform and greeted each of my students with a set of bad-tempered eyebrows, a smoldering look and disappointed lips. I moved my spectacles a bit to manage my nervousness and saw clearly how each stared back and looked at me from hairpin to sandals all of them swearing to hate me from that second on to the last day of the school year. It’s a success! No one in class knew I had a 20/20 vision, I was hired a week ago and I was a century younger than they thought. The moment I thought I managed, I started to juggle for words stammering, stopping in the middle of my discussion and hanging like Pentium 1 for the innumerable things I wanted to express with no words to contain them. I fastened my grammar on my script and made sure all the words I needed were prepared for my disposal, still, words betrayed me. I sweated on adjusting my eyeglasses and dressing up l...

effortlessly beautiful than summer, winter and spring. It's the time to loosen up from the demands of beauty on which nature is called for. When leaves fall from trees, they sway gracefully until they rest. When branches are left bare, they breathe freely. When flowers lose their color, they exhale in relief. It need not struggle for too much beauty like spring, nor give off too much of itself (temperature) as summer and winter. Simply by abiding to time, it gives off itself silently, sincerely and beautifully.

The Winnder Stands Alone - Paulo Coelho The Devil and Miss Prym The Witch of Portobello The Zahir The Fifth Mountain Veronika Decides to Die By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept Eleven Minutes The Valkyries Brida The Alchemist Like the Flowing River Fly on the Wall Volume I and II - Gail Tan Ilagan One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez Love in Time of Cholera Memories of Melancholy Whores The God of Small Things - Arundhati Roy The Tao of Pooh - Benjamin Hoff The Tell-Tale Heart -Edgar Allan Poe Mythology - Edith Hamilton The Lives of Artist - Vasari The Major Works - Shelley The Canterbury Tales - Chaucer Antigone, Oedipus, Electra - Sophocles An Enquiry of Human Understanding - Hume Sherlock Holmes - The Complete Novels and Stories Volume 1 and 2 - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle The Voice of the Master - Kahlil Gibran A Self Portrait Between Night and Morn The Broken Wings Spirits Rebellion The Prophet Mirrors of the Soul Tears and Laughter Five People You Meet in Heaven...

It's frightening when emptiness occupies you. It makes you want to fill it in and occupy it. Yes, I tried it--being busy--but it just made me emptier than I once were. I don't want to move. I don't want to finish anything for the lack of purpose. Have I given everything away that I forgot to leave something to relish for myself? It's damn disturbing! To be empty and get emptier each day. What now?

Past makes me look back of the pain I had in each yesterday. He reminds me of the mistakes I need to correct and the mistakes from which I never learned. There is a part of him that I neglect to see but that is exactly what he is for--a mark of insight. Often than not, it is I who refuse to watch back the happiness in each tomorrow of my each yesterday. With which, he taught me that my life continues whether I leave or stop at him.

To realize that your most prized individual may not value you at all... that you only lose those which are important... that you were given nothing even if you were not asking for anythin in return... that selflessness may lose your sense of self... that value may betray its owner... that expectations are risks... that just being good is not enough... that explanations sometimes arise only to defend but not to clarify... that explanations can ruin contentment... that the insensitivity of the other awakes the sensitivity of another... that we keep what we aren't sure about... that you're good but not better enough for him... that you can love the most unlovable of individuals... that ordinary stones can turn to jewels in one's heart... that keeping his flaws and magnifying his best brings out the worst in him... that omens are sometimes self-generated... that maybe's do offer possibilities... that nothing is good but you have a good friend... that "please and sorry...

Asking… asking… asking… This is my way of facing Mr. Dilemma. He’s rough yah know! Like, he just gave me a hard tap at my back right now. Tellin me, he missed me a lot and he’s around. I never wish to be in touch with him but he never forgets to REMIND. Huhuhu… By the way, meet his friend, Mr. Confusion. Hahaha… They’re best budz I’d say. Well, well, well… I just happen to be in their company right now! They’re pretty much talkative and they don’t include me in their conversation sometimes. That sucks! As always, they speak to each other in a language we call, QUESTIONS. So bein in their company, I think I needed to use their language too so that I can better understand. While talking to them, I ran out of energy. They chat a lot and they don’t choose places. Hmp! They infinitely bother asking myriads of questions. Duh?! That’s their language. Huhuhu… This time I felt they are bein assertive already. HEY! Stop! You’re hurtin me. And they slap me with “WE KNOW YOU KNOW!” *Sigh* Hhhmmm...

You haunt me in my thoughts. You ran after my longings. You bent my time to fit yours. You pursued my vows. You ran, you left and you had it all.

How people wish they'd be treated with sincerity and be offered with clean intentions--free from prejudices and biases which each person possesses.

a meek fur in cave its echoes, catching z's all around, then, a petal moves orange leaves fell from a tree caressing my palms... a fiery ball between two bulky hills targets paleness of cheeks a color holding on to a petal the invisible strands blew hard lost... green spines from still dense branches housing fur inside small bean thrown on soil-- a tree... raise, O, broken saucer strands of wind slap your rays all are hiding heart shaped frames on trees they hover humming silence brown hands humming along by its body curves-- it sang sword thrust green frames, worms bodies are nourished in dark, back to stillness white snow sheet covers the compact soil deep down, shaking bodies shivering bones alone under resting twigs shadows from heavenly craters eyelashes worshipped the glare reflected the color of the leaves as droplets of ice fall with the strands of branches rattle with the twigs forming graceful steps as a catterpillar in a cocoon clothed with anticipation it's opening,...

People are blindfolded cartographers of life.

All my life, I've learned to suffer in silence... Source: Witch of Portobello by Paolo Coelho Reflection: Let me say it, "All my life, I've learned to suffer in silence" . This has been the only way I knew best to keep friendships, relationships and acquaintances. Every time I am at rage, I keep it deep down my recesses of emotional seas... It created typhoons within, huriccanes of mixed emotions. It lambasted the serenity of my undisturbed waters. Although this turbulence shakes my identity, virtues rose from the blue waters of my melancholy. After the adversities I was beset, calmness settles in--the sun is once again visible, animals in hibernation went out their hide-outs, celebrating the beauty of nature's placidity. At the end of the day, I am still seeing my friends' delightful countenance, they still call me by name and I kept my bonds of my personal lines of events.

Keeping one's virginity is a rightful defiance.

Before he was there,now, he is nowhere I pretended, I never intended To find the trust which ended as rust I was his only that time can never beat it badly But that was my thought, he surrendered as i fought He struggled while I was boggled By his enthusiasm which I doubted as sarcasm For him all is true, my mind and heart construe Just then time watered the fire, I was to play his lyre As I strummed, i saw no ear and found my fear All was gone when I decided to be his one Now, am alone in a monotone These I saw, and made up as a law Time lessens intensity, those feelings of less density Time can test, it chooses what's best He was less I confirmed my guess The rest attests, he loved lest

Alaala, Ikay handog ni Bathala, Nilalathala Ng kahapong mga gantimpala Alaala, Bigla, bigla; ngiti ay pinipiga upang lumitaw ang saya at laya