Empty Room

For your eyes still haunts me
As I saw your picture the other day
Your smile still swoons me
Like an addiction as they say

For two decades seemed like yesterday
To different beautiful faces
I had fallen deeply enough in every way
But each time it ends I find myself in this same place

You're my empty room
That place in my heart that could never be filled
That when the time comes that you're tired to roam
That empty room is waiting for you unsealed.

For every road leads me to your door
The world is changing I wonder my heart remains
You struck me to the core
My soul mate, my freedom, my chain.

Wondering Wander

God said "Love your enemies"...

I'm thinking... if I unfriend you, if I fight with you, then we'll be enemies...


...will you love me then?

To Cry a River for the Best Man

But you could have been the best man
Tried to fight the groom
And it was never my intention
But we are all doomed.

And you are the one that I would take chances
To meet again for the first time
Risk to disturb the balances
Close my eyes and make you mine

And those butterflies in my stomach are disturbing
I wish I could believe myself
It was only the food I have taken
But it remains on twelfth

And you love numbers while I love words
Your mom and I share the same verse
Counting heartaches with the same bird
You and I, and that moment we cursed

For we never shared the same bitter bread with sour cream
Of chocolates, and coffees and nicotine
We are freeze in each other's daydream
Trapped in the same man's skin

You hate snakes but love green tea shakes
And on the London bridge we shared the same plate
And we almost drowned on that beautiful lake
I remember how you laugh when a fish ate my sky flakes

And I remember the dream I had in a cave on a hill
How Batman arrives in a black coat
And you took off your mask before the meal
Your face is red as we reach the boat

We got up early one morning and made fun under the sun
We didn't care about that man asleep
We shared the same hopes and tan
And he did not realize we leaped our lips

But what happened to my happy ending
And it is so easy to point a finger
Blame all the bends that keep on bending
Does the pain worth the linger

And yes you could have been the best man
And how I wish the irony ends as I sigh
For the bride should marry the best man
Standing at the end of the aisle

KINTSUGI

The Japanese repair broken pottery with a powder gold lacquer to highlight imperfections and not to hide them. That process is called "Kintsugi".

I remember I had a post here on my blog regarding how I appreciate imperfections. That beauty is not about being perfect because being perfect has no room for improvement. Though most of us hide our imperfections I'd rather show it. I believe in the beauty of the flaws. That every line of imperfections has a story that shines like that golden lacquer as I show the world that even though how broken I am... I am still whole. That every scar has it's degree of deepness that shows how each tragedy sketched it's way to become an art in me. How every tear that drops add something to that cup until it overflows and becomes an epitome of generosity of kindness. How every pain adds a color to that canvas until it become as radiant as summer that gives warmth to the heart. How every heartache punches the heart until it becomes redder and full of love. How every mistake find it's way to the right one.

And I am not ashamed of my flaws... for it made me shine the rays of beautiful imperfection

the goddess has fallen

Even gods and goddesses commit mistakes, not even the chosen one is perfect, even the holies sinned. No one is exceptional when it comes to temptation. Even the best falls sometimes.

But what is wrong in our modern civilization is that men and women are not treated equally. Women now are becoming so powerful that almost all the organizations sympathize with them.
Yes women are physically weaker than men, but men are not invincible. Most of the time people sympathized with women even if the case is obviously twisted. We are living in a world where men are always wrong and women are always right.

Mind to give an example, if a man woos a woman for quite sometime and suddenly the woman dump the man, people would say - "maybe she saw something not good about that guy, good for her. "

But if it's the other way around, if a man all of a sudden stopped wooing a woman, people would say - "oh he just made her his flavor of the month. "

The question is... do men don't have the right to stopped wooing a woman if they saw something not good about that woman too, if the woman they are dating has a bad attitude they cannot tolerate?

If a woman was hurt by her husband, automatically, the man is the villain. There is no benefit of the doubt even if we are just blinded by the lies we were fed in. We are blind and deaf from the reality that women now are capable of adultery.

Not all women are good and not all men are villain.

I suggest before we react and judge a man and a woman, we should know first the three sides of the story... because in every story there always three... HER STORY... HIS STORY... THEIR STORY.

Let us not be biased to any gender because men are humans too... and they're ain't Super men

beautiful resurgence

Beautiful resurgence
Everything was beautiful until everything falls apart and landed into the right places...
And it was called perfect.
Perfect landing

fourth of july

Let my prayer be... so be it God.
For nothing is impossible.
And with you oh Lord I'm possible.

Live my dreams oh Lord.
In Jesus name.
Amen.

E. L. I.

How can you tell if the risk is worth taking?

I guess, it is worth taking if you've got only one reason enough to take it.

For me, one reason is enough, cause it means you don't have to look for a thousand reasons just to take it. For me, one reason is more than a thousand reasons cause it means that one reason is reasonable enough compare with those thousands of petty shallow reasons tricking your mind of it's quantity.

And one reason is enough for me to take the risk...
To die for you...
And to live for you...
To sacrifice my all...
To laugh harder when you laugh...
To cry harder when you cry...
To be hurt more when you're in pain...
To be proudest when you shine the brightest...


And never in my wildest dream that I've dreamed that I could love this way...

That love that they say "the unconditional"...

And I'm feeling it with you...

You're the one gift enough for me more than a thousand splendid things the world has to offer...

You are my everything...
My all...


Everything Love Is...
Everything Life Is...

Drowned Fish in a Glass of Water

But you could have been a big fish if only the ocean is a little bit smaller.

But an ocean is an ocean and we got drowned with just a glass of water.

And gone are the days when every guy's dream girl was Joey Potter.

And every girl in town has a crush on Dawson.

When Britney's songs were always on air.

Alternative rock bands got their share.

And you're in if you got the Michael Jordan's newest pair.

And we've got Walkmans cause there were no smartphone.

And we were all so promising until we remained a promise waiting to be broken.

When life cradles us to sleep only to be awaken.

And the songs we sing are no longer faking.

Cause we are no longer those.