who you are

I stare at my reflection in the mirror.
Why am I doing this to myself.

Losing my mind on a tiny error.
I nearly left the real me on the shelf.
To lose it all in the blur of the start.
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing.

It's okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising.

Just be true to who you are.



Can't get this song out.

Verge

Stress has taken its toll on this useless shell.
As if my emotions need further verification of the difficult times.
as if this would validate the fact that yes,
all I want to do is curl up, cry, and forget.

If this was a challenge Lord,
what is is that you want me to learn?
I have erased blaming out of my system,
yet you bring back the complainer in me.
Lord,
I'm tired.
I'm lost.
I cannot understand.

abandoned

Perhaps I am a passer by,
a cheater of time,
a small character of the storyline.

Perhaps I was never meant to be,
the shooting star,
but the one at far.

Perhaps this was never suppose to be it,
but because we were weak,
training came.

Perhaps I should stop and sleep,
and wander deep,
into the dream I seek.

Perhaps we all know this is not the truth,
yet sometimes there's no way,
but to think like a fool.

If only strength could equate courage,
and courage came from love,
If only confusion was nothing but mist,
and illusion was as obvious.

If only.

angelic

And so they say,
When difficulties strike,
you see one's real side.

I was taken aback.
Not by thy others but yet my own weakness.
The inability to cope.
Incompetency to be low.

I was taken aback.
By how God has situated angels around me.
The understanding friends,
the ever considerate bunch.
They put a smile to my face,
telling me the dark ain't tat bad.

Thank you.
To all of you.
and you know who you are.

Thank you.

All grown up

Seeing the world through the eyes of,
not my own. Nothing familiar.
No more running,
forget hiding.
Reality is here to stay.

The pillar of strength,
or so once I thought.
Perhaps there's nothing stronger,
than determination itself.

Doubting my chosen path,
yet stubbornness would not give way.
Helpless and incompetent,
but learning has its own way.

And all i need is faith.
And strength and more strength.
Endurance.
That shall make my day.

Beginning of An end

And here, it comes to an end.
The end of a road taken.
The end of a journey chosen.

We had fun.
and tears. and sweat.
We had craziness.
and spontaneity. and unity.

The beginning of a new journey.
What lies ahead?
An uncertainty,
unpredictable by many.

snoitasucca

Little hiccups.
Little falls.
Little red bulbs, tat light up the hall.

It is a process.
It is mandatory.
But to view it as negative, it's not compulsory.

I'm sorry for the words u termed,
accusations and others that stung.
I'm sorry for the ignorance,
and the mistrust I brought along.

checkpoint 0.3

Our footsteps lingered on the pathway.
In pairs,
reminding me,
how quickly I have paced.
through the dark and the wilderness.

With you,
time seem to pass.
With a type of numbness.
Hath the bleeding stop?
I wonder.

Is it time to move on completely?
You,
provided an answer.

Challenges.
It fills this way.
throwing us from bay to bay.

It ain't a bed of roses.
And yes, it is expected.
But when things seem to cloud up our vision,
would you say you'll stay?

My world sees no tomorrow.
It only registers today.
So trust me when I tell you,
I don't need no promises,
as long as you are present,
here,
with me,
today.