winter doesn’t creep it comes charging with a shield and sharp branches unmerciful and filled with pain unrelenting it runs like a flame fueled by bitter feeling and once consuming what sustains warmth it does not speak it is silent. and peaceful. and dares us to try again.
I have this persistent fear that comes every now and then. It starts from the very pit of my core every time anxiety over something I’m scared of going through enters my brain. The rest of my body follows the path that eventually leads in palpitations and imaginary scenarios of the worst things that can happen. Then my faith surges and tries to wield off my head, to get my body to calm down. For the most part, the best it can do is calm the surface, but I know the fears are all still there, as real as the present. This has been my new norm last year, and I keep reminding myself that this life isn’t mine, and this life is temporary. I can only live for today and give abounding thanks for what I have been blessed with. Grace- that ever so fine strings that holds me up. As I get older, the more I fear. Like tonight, sometimes I can’t even say what I fear although I can readily make up a list as I go. I just don’t want to give them a name to write out. It will pass. It will pass. And after […]
it’s white outside the seasons turn and i cannot feel the turn under my feet but my mind incessantly pounds underneath its weight desperately trying to protect the chambers of my heart people walk as if it’s not cold outside but their hands are in their pockets and betray their masks pockets hold a universe of secrets and very few open them and look inside to see if they are lost or if they’re hiding often times, most times, i search for my pockets in public places -marchesa
an original song I retrieved from my email archive: Galatians (3rd fret D) I can be the most intelligent girl in school And do what I do, but without you, I would be nothing I could be the wisest of ten thousand fools And do what I do, But without you, I would be nothing I can give all my riches to charity Or I can be famous for my philanthropy But without you, without you, my merit falls short of good Chorus: You are good, You are good And all good things come from you There is nothing I can do for you to love me more There is nothing I can do for you to love me less But without you, Jesus, without you is a state of nothingness I can present myself and stand out in a crowd And boast of what I can do, But without you, I would be nothing I can sing in church and I can lead out loud And count the things I do, But without you, I would be nothing I can influence people to follow me Or I can Be loved for my popularity But without you, without you, […]
Yay! I’m a proud mom of a kindergartener who received her first school picture!!!! I don’t know why I’m so excited, I guess because it’s one of those milestones you wait for when you first become a mom, and only imagine when you’re in the hospital bed, holding your baby, wondering what they’ll look like when they’re older, going to school. Yep, that’s me. And here’s the picture. And unlike my gradeschool pictures, to my mom’s dismay back then, her hair stayed clean and untangled, unwispy. I’ve heard stories from other moms recalling how they’ve had to return the pictures because their son/daughter made funny faces while the photographer clicked away, so I’m glad Emma looks so poised. I heart her. Bravo dearest anak! Powered by Qumana
the baby’s still sleeping after all the preparation and footsteps and conversations and last minute warnings and advice i’ve kissed him goodbye and wouldn’t let him go i teased him for a smile and threw my shoes on to catch a kiss from my daughter but the bus drove on and she never looked back so I’m a bit of alone without the noises to fill my synapses without the cries for mamam and the fretted movements to find and deliver it’s quiet but now i’m left to missing them and their bustle, their need for me my kind of peaceful is them
“Hiccups” poems i found from my old xanga. |012902 | flaccid moon, passing fancy i a breeze, you a mem`ry stay still low, on the ground we are as real as a thot sans sound |120201 | Stop turning me off as if i was a memory. Don`t play me like a favorite song. Don`t think for a second you`ve caught me. I run like a mad woman strong. | 120701 | drop of ink a few motions drop of thot can cause havoc like the oceans