COLORS
Monday, September 26th, 2005We could learn a lot from crayons:
some are sharp, some are pretty,
some are dull, some have weird names,
and all are different colors;
but they all have to learn to live in the same box.
Archive for September, 2005
Not enough
Saturday, September 24th, 2005" It’s not enough to have a dream,
Unless you’re willing to pursue it.
It’s not enough to know what’s right,
Unless you’re strong enough to do it.
It’s not enough to learn the truth,
Unless you also learn to live it.
It’s not enough to reach for love,
Unless you care enough to give it."
Unless you’re willing to pursue it.
It’s not enough to know what’s right,
Unless you’re strong enough to do it.
It’s not enough to learn the truth,
Unless you also learn to live it.
It’s not enough to reach for love,
Unless you care enough to give it."
Break up line!
Monday, September 5th, 2005I just realized, I don’t want to be attached
I’m confused and I need some time out to find myself
"Maybe this is not the right time for us
"Di kita maalagaan ng tulad ng ineexpect mo. You deserve someone better.
That’s not me."
break up line
Sunday, September 4th, 2005Wala Lang tol
Sunday, September 4th, 2005parang ayoko na yata
nakakapagod k palang mahalin,
Kala mo cguro diko kaya kapag nawala ka….
lapit ka dito may bubulong ako….
"putang ina mo"
bakit nagta-tiyaga sa’yo
ang dami-dami kong reklamo…ohh
parang ayoko nang magsalita
parang ayoko na yata…
ang daming dapat sabihin
alam ko na kung pa’no gagawin
akala mo siguro na
hindi ko kaya
parang ayoko na yata,
ngunit wala naman akong magagawa
marahil sobrang alam mong di ko kayang mawala ka
swerte ka’t mahal kita, malas talaga…
My Heart
Thursday, September 1st, 2005
As I sit and leave the world behind
I write a poem that comes to my mind
My words are gentle loving and kind…
I have a poet’s heart
When I look into your deep brown eyes
As I feel your touch I fantasize
I respond with soft whispering sighs…
I have a lover’s heart
I long for a love that I can keep
And for a goodnight kiss before I sleep
Sometimes in the quiet night I weep…
I have a lonely heart
My daytime dreams are of life and such
At night I dream of a lover’s touch
Some people may think that I dream too much…
I have a dreamer’s heart
I stand on my own two feet each day
I work very hard to earn my pay
I’m proud of myself in every way…
I have a survivor’s heart
There’s one thing that I hope to never own
That would be a heart that’s made of stone
Even though at times I’m so alone…
I have a hopeful heart
I know my heart has been very blessed
For it will never be second guessed
The memories I hold dear are best…
I have a happy heart
