Guide in Loving Me

Accept me physically,

I will not change my complexion

to fit everybody’s criterion

 

Accept me mentally,

I speak my mind and does not stay silent

I’ll be clear with my intent and argument

 

Accept me emotionally,

my mood swings can be very erratic

I can easily switch from calm to dramatic

 

Accept me spiritually,

there are notions I cannot accept

some notions of religious concept

 

Accept me for who I am

and I’ll accept you for who you are

Let’s not change just for this to push through

Let’s rather be true

Leap of Faith

Down in the spring
with waters enticing
I went for a hop
until I decided to stop

 

Then I reached for my footwear
untied its laces and with my foot bare
I dip it into the water
I never felt any better

 

Time to test the water
that’s what matter
So with all my might, let’s see
Que cera, cera
Whatever will be, will be

Akala Ko Matapang Ako

Akala ko matapang ako

noong nagpalit ako ng kurso

noong iniwan ko ang permanenteng trabaho

noong tumaya ako sa mga di sigurado

 

Akala ko matapang ako

handang makipagpalitan ng argumento

handang ibulalas ang opinyon ko

handang ihayag ang aking punto por punto

 

Akala ko matapang ako

ngunit may pagkakataong ganito

na sa iyo’y magpapabago

at maduduwag ang matapang na puso

 

Akala ko matapang ako

ngunit hindi sa mga sandaling ito

di ko kayang tumbasan ang tapang mo

di ko alam kung bakit tapang ko’y naglaho

Hello everyone!

Yes, I am back!

Thank you for my WordPress friends for staying up with me although it’s been a while since I posted a new content in my blogsite.

Things got really, really busy and I started to post my poems in my Facebook account. It took me almost 7 years to let a lot of people read my works. TBH, I still get scared everytime I post them there. I felt like my poetries are too close to my heart that I might not be able to bear what people will say about it. Although I know that criticisms are part of the deal in writing. It’s just that I am really insecure and I feel like my works are never good enough, that’s why I had this anonymous WordPress account that only few of those whom I personally know, knows about. 

This day marks my 7th year blogging in WordPress and as my way of gratitude to you, for not unfollowing me :), I am posting poems I solely created for a man who almost became my first boyfriend. He was almost everything I ever wanted. He was knowledgeable in more matters that I do and he writes poetries for me too. It would have been perfect if it weren’t for our huge gap when it comes to our principles in life. Perhaps, he’s my TOTGA, The One that Got Away. 

Again, thank you so much for staying.  Cheers to all the hopeless romantics!

 

These Past Three Days

These past three days,

the hopeless in me

started to believe

in something worth believing

 

These past three days,

the weak heart in me

stated to throb

in ways I never thought it’ll be

 

These past three days,

the oppressed feeling in me

started to be empowered

in means i never saw coming

 

But all things that started quickly

will eventually end up abruptly

I am just glad, at least I tried

These past three days

 

 

Nasa Iyo

Nasa iyo ang talino.

Mahilig bumangga kahit kanino,

babanat ng punto por punto.

Naghahanap ka ba ng away, o ano?

 

Nasa iyo ang tapang.

Di iiwas sa anumang anghang

na ibabato ng taong mangmang

na sa iyo ay pilit hahadlang.

 

Nasa iyo ang pusong may ipinaglalaban.

Hahamakin ang lahat para sa kagustuhan.

Bilang ng kaibigan man ay tuluyang malagasan,

sapagkat ikaw ay hindi magiging sunod-sunuran.

Here, take it.

Here are my hands,
to hold yours
if you feel like
walking around the park at midnight.

Here are my shoulders,
that you could lean on
when you feel like
hiding your emotions from the world.

Here are my arms,
ready to hug you
in a manner that it might lessen
the troubles stuck within you.

Here are my ears
that will never get tired,
open for long conversations
to listen to your frustrations.

and

Here, take my heart,
go and get pieces for your puzzles,
your shattered pieces
and make yours whole again.

Even if it means, I’ll be the broken one,
As long as you are whole, I will feel complete.