You know I love writing so much, and I wrote a lot...anything under the sun as it goes. except a poem.
I am not a poetic person, or maybe because I suppressed some emotions at some point I wanted to be heartless; but ironically the real you (the real me) was revealed no matter how I hide it, YES I was a loving person, as my profile says a lot.
Until one day, someone sent me an email here (cs) His name Christian Mcneil, we exchange emails, I added him of Fb' and the more we chat, the more I get to know Him....yes He was a poet. And He asked me to check His poem at the poetry corner, but I just ignored, He was insisting I know and sent it thru Fb' messengers...hahaha!
seriously, it was A LOVELY POEM yet sad to read....
"I WILL WAIT FOR YOU" whom are you waiting for Christian?
Time is gold and life is too short...
What is the essence of this blog of mine?
TO TELL CHRISTIAN FOR PUSHING ME INTO POETRY CORNER,
A WARM THANK YOU.NOW I know how it feels to be a poet and write something worth,
to express one's emotions and free your mind.
Christian Mcneil
I don't know why since yesterday, I feel so blue.
Yeah, some few things boggled my mind.
Now, someone made me realized one thing.
If you don't trust someone, they won't be able to hurt you. Think of putting your trust in someone like giving someone some delicate possession of yours to hold. They now have the ability to drop it and hurt "you". If you never give it to them, they can't hurt you.
Well, because I can easily trust, "what a world if you don't trust anyway?"
The problems is from the person whom you trusted, and yet He fooled.
Yes, out of hundreds email I got here, I trusted "someone" THE ONLY ONE.
But He broke it....
People tend to place the most trust in the people they have the strongest feelings for, so when they hurt you it hurts much more, and because of it you intend not to trust again, it seems everybody will lied to you, and everything is a lie.
How ironic, everyone is looking for an honest person; and here I am an honest woman betrayed...yeah, I called it betrayal. I was being betrayed by being truthful, and yet hurt.
Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them. He has no conception of the subtle atmosphere exhaled by the sex feminine, so long as he bathes in it; but let it be withdrawn, and an ever-growing void begins to manifest itself in his existence, and he becomes hungry, in a vague sort of way, for a something so indefinite that he cannot characterize it. If his comrades have no more experience than himself, they will shake their heads dubiously and dose him with strong physic. But the hunger will continue and become stronger; he will lose interest in the things of his everyday life and wax morbid; and one day, when the emptiness has become unbearable, a revelation will dawn upon him.
And suddenly, they will look upon you.
HOW I WILL TRUST AGAIN?
Tell me have you ever wanted
Someone so much it hurts?
Your lips keep trying to speak
But you just can't find the words
I had this dream once;
I held it in my hands
She was the purest beauty
But not the common kind
She had a way about her
That made you feel the light
And for a moment
She made the world stand still
Yeah, we owned the night
You had me dim the lights;
You danced just like a child
The wine spilled on your dress
And all you did was smile
Yeah, it was perfect
I hold it in my mind
Yeah, we owned the night
When summer rolls around
And the sun starts sinking down
I'll still remember you
Oh, I remember you
And I wonder where you are
Are you looking at those same stars again?
Do you remember when?
We woke under a blanket
All tangled up in skin
Not knowing in that moment
We'd never speak again
But it was perfect;
I never will forget
When we owned the night
Yeah, we owned the night
I had a fantastic morning on my way to school.
Wow!!! Heavy rain and quite flooded
on the road.
God I was late...shame.
I went inside the classroom with wet'
shoes, wet'pants and wet' blouse.
But I wouldn't mind as long as I have
my composure and my cheeky smile.
That is determination!
A person who irritates you is always the one who loves you very much but fails to express it.
"Many are called but few are chosen"
It takes some maturity, competence and security when facing terminally ill patient.
I am happy that my father has no pain this time.....and I can sleep now.
Goodnight.
Xoxo
Some rules are made to be broken, write better.....
Those who did you wrong (people who hurt you most), forgive them even they are not sorry, pray and continue loving, for there is the universal law KARMA.
Like gravity, karma is so basic we often don't even notice it.
And karma if it's not showing, it will be coming soon.
YOU GET WHAT YOU GIVE, WHETHER IT'S BAD OR GOOD.
Honestly I am HONEST.
Of course, some of you will raise your brows. I understand you do not know me....and it's perfectly okay again.
Why there is dating site? I am not supposed to be here, but out of my sister's fun She did this for me, (thinking-maybe I could find the right one here) but I guess she's not aware that I don't believe in looking for love.
Love is something that we can not force to have.
I was just wondering, some people here keeps their profile as a caption of " looking for an honest woman/man" ironically, everybody can claim that they were honest, but the truth is they are not.
It takes two to tango.
Don't give your 100% trust on dating on line.
But how are we goin' to know the truthfulness of each of us?
Lie detector please....
But we can not.
Goodluck to all your search.
I am telling you I am honest<3
You will do something crazy and may be out of your mind, just to prove it you love him, and will do anything for him. xoxo
If you only have 48 hours left to live, would you spend it like you normally spend your weekends? If not, why spend 2/7th of your life wasting your free time?
After all, free time isn't free.
Free time is the most expensive time you have, because nobody pays for it but you.
But that also makes it the most valuable time you have, as you alone stand to reep the profits from spending it wisely.....
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