She,Revealed,A Statue.

I don't know where to begin.

I just think life is funny nowadays.I shift from mood to mood,day by day. Well,last week was like a hurricane.This week seems more promising,so I'm counting on it.

Yesterday,a Youth Council meeting was scheduled in our Church,but my sister and I decided not to attend since we had lots of school work to do.Luckily for us,our Chairman called and informed us that it was cancelled,perhaps because it was raining really hard.

So my day was spent wholly at home,doing my visual aid for "Statue" by Jackson Rathbone,which I would later present in class.Sadly,I fell asleep while doing it yesterday,I was so tired.So I zonked off at about 3 in te afternoon,and woke up at 6 feeling groggy...My sister was on the computer the whole time.I didn't finish anything,but I think I liked it.

The thing is,I like lazy Sunday afternoons.If it's not lazy,then I'll make it lazy by being lazy.It was raining all day yesterday,and that's what I loved,bundled up in my blanket like a cocoon,listening to the sound of the rain and some piano lullabies.It is always good to spend some time with my sister doing nothing at all,just being in the same room for hours on end,ocassionally speaking to each other,is bliss.

I've met new friends too,there's Darcy who's really funny and I enjoy talking to her a lot.I stay up until the wee hours just role playing Alice on Chatroll,and if ou only know what I'm dong there...Haha! It's really fun,but I don't think I can get on there as much as I have these past few days.

I just feel contented today.No silly fights in the house,no shouting..There are still those ocassional cold shoulder treatments but I can't complain.So far this is better than the last few days,so maybe I should even be thankful.When I feel so down I just remind myself that there are so many kids out there who don't have families,and I have one,so I'm lucky.That keeps me going.

Anyhooo...A friend right now is feeling really down and stuff,I wish I could help her. :-/ The world is crazy and harsh,and she better learn that early,I think..That not all we want,we get. Perhaps a lesson is waiting for her in the end.Right now,I must help her hold on to the last shred of hope left in her.I'll be more than guilty if I just watch her give up,you know?

STATUE

She dances in the forest shade
in freckles of the sun
slight winds breach the trees’ blockade
and the shade succumbs

A sudden burst of brilliant light
the forest comes alive
illuminating scattered paths
where forest creatures hide

She, revealed, a statue
bleaching in the sun
her skin of stone
a marble tone
her dress a mess
of vines and nests
a kind distress
her mouth
smiles
yes

no
rest
for a statue
no less
for the trees
leaves dancing
in season
and reason deceived
as she seems to be
dancing, dancing for me

what shadows might allow at night!
when branches dip and sway
the disco moon, a trick of light
she sways on nature’s stage

her holly golightly gave her the reds,
my james dean savior will see me dead

bowing to the inscription a questioning sigh
could something less than rain make a statue cry?

-j.action

That's the poem I was talking about.Isn't it beautiful?

Some of the words Jackson used give a hint that he wrote this poem with his Alice Cullen (Ashley Greene) in mind. Just read between the lines.Anyway,even if he didn't,that doesn't change tha fact that it is beautiful.

Hope

A gift.

A curse.

I didn’t know what I have.

The way.

The course.

The face of the man I love.

I traveled.

I lived.

I longed to meet him.

My past.

My humanity.

I searched,but it was dim.

I ran.

I fought.

I was alone and lonely.

I waited.

And waited.

I waited until he found me.

A monster.

A killer.

I was  the fear of many.

A puppet.

A fool.

I thought love has found me.

I ran away.

Far away.

Until fate intervened.

I was lost,he found me.

I was dying,she saved me.

She held out her hand.

He took it without stopping.

For the first time in years,

The puzzle was complete.

And we felt hope.

The Optimist

She sees the world in black and white

Amidst the darkness,she knows where to find the light

She dances in the rain even when lightnings strike

Her rapture sets her as free as a kite.

*

A beam of sunlight-that's what she wears

She always have a flower tucked neatly in her hair

She stands beside the weak and the helpless

She sprinkles the air with pixie dusts of happiness.
 *

Her recalcitrant world may be covered with clouds

But at the end of the day she stands strong and proud

With stars and fireflies,she marks her own fate

In the world she lives in,you would not know of hate.

*

After every pouring rain,she goes waiting for the rainbow.

She believes that after every bad,something good will follow.

She whispers in the wind to throw away the sorrow.

Then gracefully she basks under the assurance of tomorrow.

*

She speaks to the judgmental as if they are friends

She'd help you start over when you think it is the end

She sits atop a tree,the dandelions dance

She giggles,she pirouettes,she's caught up in a trance.
*

She might be just another sunflower in disguise.

She,a beauty,weaves tales of enchanted lullabies.

But behind closed doors,after painting the skies,

The optimist weeps,she silently cries.

Ehhh here's a poem written for and inspired by Miss Sunshine, *drum roll* Caitie Uhlmann!!! Hehe This is totally random...I just saw that sunflower picture and then I remembered her and the rest is history.I like her attitude,you know,even when people are being mean she stays graceful and very collected.So that's it! ;)

Uninhibited

Who am I?

 Dressed in sunshine,I breathe summer

Under the stars I dance

Bold,uninhibited,and yet,undiscovered.

Who am I?

Off to infinity,I ride a cloud

I sing in tune with the wind

Loud,uninhibited,and yet,unheard.

Who am I?

I am friends with tulips and pansies

Away with the waves I roll

Exuberant,uninhibited,and yet,unnoticed.

Who am I?

I prance around with butterflies

To the past,I travel,in my frilly beige frock

Confident,uninhibited,and yet,undecided.

So this one,I wrote this for my Vickeh!!! Love you.I'm not really sure if you'll like it but you do remind me of these things: butterflies, clouds, sunshine.Thank you for coming into my life!

Desiderata

This poem was written by Max Ehrmann. It has been my favorite for years,it serves as my personal bible,my guide to to be the best I can be everyday.I just though I'd share it here.

"Desiderata"

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,

and remember what peace there may be in silence.


As far as possible, without surrender,

be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others,

Even to the dull and the ignorant;

They too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons;

They are vexatious to the spirit.


If you compare yourself with others,

You may become vain or bitter,

For always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;

It is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.


Exercise caution in your business affairs,

For the world is full of trickery.

But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;

Many persons strive for high ideals,

And everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.

Neither be cynical about love,

For in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,

It is as perennial as the grass.


Take kindly the counsel of the years,

Gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.

But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.


Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,

No less than the trees and the stars;

You have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you,

No doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.


Therefore be at peace with God,

Whatever you conceive Him to be.

And whatever your labors and aspirations,

In the noisy confusion of life,

Keep peace in your soul.



With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,

It is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Try

I think I have a problem.I think I think too much.I've been taught to hold back my tears and avoid them,but you make pain into something I could touch.

I think I'm better off without you here.I bet you're sweet and hard to get over.So I'll cry,and people will stop and stare.Now,that's okay.Let them stop and stare because I'm fragile,and I'm hopeless,and I'm not perfect,but I'm free.

I think it might have gone a little too deep.The feeling sank in,tossed nearer by the current.I think I'm drowning and I'm running out of breath,but I can't just wake up and run away from death,for I am consumed.I am doomed.I am drowning in love for you,and I don't know how to swim.But you wouldn't save me...

I think I might be worth it...I think we should try.But how could we,if every time we do,it all boils down to goodbye?I think I want to hold your hand,and hold it all my life.I think wishful thinking makes me bleed,it cuts me like a knife.But I know I can endure the pain if it means that you'll be there.I don't want to miss my chance on this life that we could share.

I think I should just let you go if I am to be happy.But happiness means nothing if you're not here with me.Call me foolish,a hopeless romantic,but that's my only wish.I feel like thin air bubbles,floating in your breeze.I know now this love is something I can't deny.So in your arms,please hold me tight,and promise me we'll try.

Maybe Someday You Will Come True

I may or I may not know you yet.
This may be a feeling I'll later regret.
But wherever you are,I want you to know what's true.
Awake or dreaming, I'm waiting for you.

:[

Boulevard of Broken Promises

A stream of tears,a shout for help
Alone,disheveled,unkempt.
My mind is but a memory box
Signed,sealed,locked.

Far away,from a distance
I heard a battle cry
From happiness to woe,from friend to foe
It's a fight I'll never win.

Arms on my chest, hands in my heart
I am but a misfortune
Sad,serene,sweet souvenirs
remind me of the heart I never got a hold of.

Sore feet, this was what I got
For walking in your boulevard of broken promises
My ribbon of hope that you cut
Was strewn about as I plunged in the darkness.

Kismet

I made this a long long time ago. September 9,12009. Quite epic, 09/09/09 LOL.
I remember this was exactly how I was feeling that time. Song's Kismet by Silent Sanctuary.

Imaginary Fireworks

Colors. Sparks.
They light up the skies.
My skies.
Somehow, they're unreal.

Crashing.Roaring.
They shout right at my ears.
It's useless.
It's only you I hear.

Behind me is darkness.
Next to me is emptiness.
I close my eyes to feel you,
You're never there.

Fireworks,it rained.
Bathing the heavens with glowing neon tints.
Looking up, I saw you.
Slowly, you faded away.

You reached out a hand to me.
These fireworks were imaginary.
I took your hand.
I'm woken from my dreams.

The Final Step You Take Toward Insanity :)

This photo inspired me to write something today. Andrea Kelley is a sweet lady and she deserves everything good in life. I really really adore her to death! So I wrote this, inspired by the fairytale-like ambiance of the photo...I'm not so confident about it, but she wouldn't come across this anyway so I'd give it a shot! :)

Beyond the walls of nowhere at North,
Blindfolded by darkness and fraud,
I was hailed Princess of Tramp,
Discerning, but ill fated and dumped.

Confusion served as my crown,
Deceit wrapped my body like a ball gown.
Loneliness was my constant companion,
My Prince was nowhere but my imagination.

Love was my passion, now it's my poison
Slowly, in my veins, it crawled.
My kingdom watched as I faced my downfall,
Handcuffed and tied with my unfortunate fate, I took it all.

Through all this rubbish, I searched for equality.
In my solitude, I found tranquility.
I never regret that the one to kill myself was me.
My name is Andrea, and this is my story.


Okayy...So that was it. I can't think of an appropriate title... Someday I'd ask her for a title. ;P Haha! I love her but I'm a bit shy so this will stay unknown in this blog. I'm depressed, that's why the mood of the poem was kinda gloomy...A trapped princess! Sad, I know...But she reminds me of a lonely princess everytime I look at the picture...Whatever, I just love Andrea Kelley. Whoever stops me from feeling so shall first walk over my lifeless corpse. Kidding, but hell yeah! Love her so...
Okayyy Imma stop now. I idolize her so so much...She has a big big big heart!
This is to Andrea, with love...from the Philippines. :)

What Makes Me Happy

TRAVELING.

I love the feel of the cool air in my flushed cheeks.
I love the look of my wind blown hair.
I love the sunlight trying to blind my eyes.
I love the chirping birds,I love the dirt road.
I love the flowers as they dance with the wind.
I love the car horns blowing madly at each other.
I love the country song playing on the radio.
I love stopping by the roadside to lay on the grass.
I love seeing random people doing random things.
I love hearing the river flow as the water launches itself on the rocks.
I love the smell of fresh mud,farmers flowing their beloved land.
I love the mountains,I love the trees.
I love the provinces and the cities.
I love nature,I love the view.
I especially love traveling with you.

>_~ cheesy..