Mosaic of Emotions

Like the letters of heartbreaks

Repeating lines and patterns 

Of fragments of emotions 

And memories recreating the puzzles.

Like the Songs of heartbreaks

Reconnecting to the past

Long gone are the pains

And scars became tattoos of art.

Like the stories of heartbreaks

Of conspiring universe

Of stars that never fell

And wishes twisted to be real.

Like the poetries of heartbreaks

Revisiting the memory lanes

Of graphites, statutes and pavements

Familiar pictures but the feeling is now strange.

And all these vague pieces

Came in to fit the vessel

Designing one frame and sentiment

Depicting the masterpiece of Mosaic emotions.

 The last time I checked...

Strong is always Beautiful.

 The gloom can still look beautiful

If you appreciate the colours of gray.

Tales of Heartaches

 #3 Healed

Calloused scars thickened my skin.

And now, every word in my stories, songs, and poetries

Became less poignant.

I have lost the old ballad...

I lost it all along.

Cause now I'm healed.

And each time I write,

I try my best to reconnect with pain.

To recreate something.

But all that is left is the scar

And there is no more pain.

I have but vague memories

Of feelings I can no longer remember.

Of 3 am's wasted with the wrong ideas.

Now they are beautiful and inspired.

And I trace every lines of these scars they have left.

And all I can see is a drawing

Of stars and sunsets.

Cause when heaven left the universe

There I am taking the last boat.

Off the shore.

With the warm embers

Of the afterglow.

My 8 year old daughter is braver than me.

Ehhh! I can't imagine myself holding such tiny crawling things. 🐛🐛🐛

My morning office instants...

The Beautiful Warrior Kings

To all the strong and beautiful single mothers who singlehandedly fighting for each battle like a true warrior man.

Who build their own empire defying all the odds in a typical world where every kingdom has its own king and queen.

Who stands up as a king and graceful as a queen all at the same time.

We are the face of the true Fathers cause we build our castles from every brick and pebbles that comes along our way. 

We created our kingdom where we are both the queen and the king all at the same time.

Happy Father's day to all the single mothers.

We are the true warriors!

#WomenEmpowerment

P.s. Happy Father's day to my Dad. The one who taught me how to build my own castle out of the bricks and pebbles. The one who taught me how to do it so I won't be needing any other men just to make one. 

Your princess is now a King of her own empire.

Thank you.

Tales of Heartaches

 #2 Pride

Would it bruise your delicate ego

To let down your pride?

Would it kill your darkening soul

If you swim against your soaring tide?

But will it satisfy my empty heart

If I eat down my pride?

The shared pieces away is why everything's apart.

Will it make me whole if I collect again those pieces I cried?

For what is left is always treasured

But what is left sometimes is just a trash.

And the right thing is often look unsure.

But oftentimes it becomes right when you trust.

Tales of Heartaches

#1 Lies

Does your little white lies

Gets whiter each time you lie?

Then it becomes brighter and brighter...

That I have to close my eyes.

Your little white lies

When I finally closed my eyes

All I can see is darkness

Now there is no more light.

Does your pretty little lies

Gets prettier each time you lie?

Then it becomes your truth

But all the trust dies.

Your pretty little lies

Deceiving crooked into straight lines

Believing like it is the truth

But your truth will turn ugly in time.

Pretty little white lies

They are pretty, little and white.

But little becomes huge

When done so many times.

 I'm currently writing a trilogy series of poetry...

And I'm also excited to post it here with some collections from my recent photography.

📝😁😁😁📷

Waiting for Bad Habits to come back.😊😊😊

 

Sem break means...

Mah turn to cook. 😁

" ...the tide was high, the wind was strong, the wave was horrendous. But we steadfastly held tight to our anchor knowing that our cargo was so precious. And as we reach the distant shore, we have just proven that, truly, we are the captain of our own ships."

-Footnotes: I quoted this circa'06 during my college graduation. Time flies. 🙄

 

Confusion is when you took up Master's Degree in Public Health...

But the final exam looks like you got yourself enrolled to a Law class.🤔

Being wrapped like this is the best feeling ever. ♥️

 

Spotifying

 Spotify just had their "Find Out How You Listen" on their streams and I checked it out how I played my music...

Here it goes:

Savage Garden had the intro music and it flashed this 👇

Am I really the only one who plays Ed just after America? 🤔

It always depends on my mood 🤷

It's probably one of the best songs ever...

😊

Ciao!

 Came across with this poetry while I'm trying to unwind my mind from all of the stuffs I have to deal with at work and at school.

So I tried to read some poetries to soothe my braincells a little and I think this worth the share.👇

Aprendiendo (Learning)

By: Jorge Luis Borges 

After some time, you learn the subtle difference between

holding a hand

and imprisoning a soul;

You learn that love does not equal sex,

and that company does not equal security,

and you start to learn….

That kisses are not contracts and gifts are not promises,

 and you start to accept defeat with the head up high

and open eyes,

and you learn to build all roads on today,

because the terrain of tomorrow is too insecure for plans…

and the future has its own way of falling apart in half.

And you learn that if it’s too much

even the warmth of the sun can burn.

So you plant your own garden and embellish your own soul,

instead of waiting for someone to bring flowers to you.

And you learn that you can actually bear hardship,

that you are actually strong,

and you are actually worthy,

and you learn and learn…and so every day.

Over time you learn that being with someone

because they offer you a good future,

means that sooner or later you’ll want to return to your past.

Road to the Masters

 

Been used with this cramming techniques lately.

The perks of working while studying for Master's Degree all at the same time.

But I know all will be well.

🙏😊

 Silence is golden, but sometimes it is just plain yellow.

 There are times when silence is the best defense for the more we speak, the closer we are to defeat. 

But there are times when silence is yellow, it is an act of timidity, and so, to speak is the little evil thing you could only do to make all things right.

After all, if the truth is needed to be said...

Then silence becomes a lie.

Unsent Letters

Dear You,

Hi! Guess that would be the first thing to say if I'd see you again, so I'll probably say it here as well. My Good ol' friend.

Life has gone crazy-lonely and happy kind of ride, but I want you to know that all is well, somehow.

But I also want you to know that some days, I just wanted to cry on your shoulder, I wanted to run to you and pour my emotions. Some days I am overwhelmed by so many things and I just missed you. But most of the days are finely done with nostalgic fragments of you. 

But there are days when it is not about life, but it is just about you. Like those questions that were never asked. Those words that were never said. Those answers that were never given, because the question was never asked.

And for all the times that I took my time to stall, to learn, to heal, and to find myself, here is what I've learned: "Taking your time is a good thing. But the sad part when you take your time is that sometimes you loose the patience of the one you love and they eventually change their minds."

But as what I've said - "If we are to collect stones, how will we know which one to throw?

And if we are all graphites,

How will we know which one will turn into diamonds?"

And you are that one pebble that I'll be trading all my diamonds.

And it won't matter if you won't glitter.

I've known since I was young that perfection is a matter of acceptance.

And I've accepted all your flaws since the day you shattered all the walls, letting me inside your soul.

And if all the world is beautiful as sunsets and shooting stars,

I would only ever want to draw them on the sand and let them be washed away by the waves, and do it over again, if only you'd be with me in every creation of those dreams.

But time speaks.

And will speak of it again.

For all the times I looked away from your eyes, forgive me, I'm just scared that I might not be able to take my eyes off you.

For all the times that I runaway from you, forgive me, I'm just too scared you might take my breath away.

And for all the times that I never dared to jump, forgive me, I'm just scared to fall...in love.

And if good things take time...

You are that one good thing I'm willing to wait for the rest of my life.

And no, time won't change my mind.

So if you'll be able to read this, which is I know, will not...

You won't know it anyway.

Atleast I tried to tell you how I feel about you through these unsent letters.

Love,

Me

Footnotes:

A hiraeth for an Epochal chapter of my life that happened not so long ago but seemed like a thousand forgotten years already. And the unsent letters do exist here in my blog, but all in enigmatic and ambiguous way like Fofo, and buffalo wings.