I'll tell you about my first love

I remember....I remember the feeling, I remember there was no fear in my heart of something going wrong, because to me fairy tales could happen and to me that was the case and it would be forever. I remember that I felt like I could conquer the world with him by my side, and I went against all the world... but as all good things do, it ended....and that empowering feeling ended with it.

I guess Adrianapreta knows
what's on my mind,
or what's on my heart,
or something like that.

bow and arrows

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Like how cherry blossoms gently fall from the ground

Is how I whimsy fall for you

I care not how reckless the wind blows

All I know, it’s the same wind that you and I share to breathe

I am deaden and imprison by your beauty

Take me and throw me to your dungeon

I have no gems nor sparks

My poem be my bow

And these words as arrows

Feat, tangle to your heart

growing young

I just turned 21 and I feel like I am getting too old for certain things.

But I am not too old for words.
I like to string words together if for no other reason than because they sound pretty.

I am not too old for wine in paper cups and an unremembered night every once in a while.
I am not too old to believe in 11:11 or peter pan and to be wowed by the glitter of stars.
I am not too old to read books under my covers with a flashlight,
not too old to stare off into space and dream of the things yet to come.

I’m not too old to get out of here.

Next I am going to take off, write letters back home on paper napkins, make mistakes,
exchange a thousand awkward words with people I have never met, do things I have never done
on my own before.

I may fail miserably time after time…but even if I ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ █ up,
I will never ever give up.

reblogged from bless-your-cotton-socks, edited then posted.

To Any One

Graduated College at 19
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Became a Licensed Professional at 20
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There must be something bigger and greater
that will happen in my 21st year of existence

Ahhh! Life is Good!
Thanks to everyone who greeted me, you made me feel so old :)

Filthy Forty #14

Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice,
but falling in love with you...I had no control over.
Things may didn't work out, I'm too fly to weep. I'm stronger now.
I'll kiss loneliness goodbye, happy days are here to stay.

Why Travel - Blog Winner!

To celebrate Jonel Uy's 2nd blog anniversary, his blog Let's go Sago conducted a blog contest by creating an article with the theme: “Why Travel.”

The Criteria:
Creativity/Writing Style 40%
Originality 30%
Overall Impact 30%

Jonel Uy with the help of mystery-judge-no-more Dominic of www.escapeislands.com, who has been blogging for more than two years now and calls his travel blog “Eskapo” announced few days ago the winners of the said contest.

Out of many entries. there can only be one winner. Thus without further say THE WINNER IS...

not me!

I was In third runner up though with the score of 85%. It reminds me on my clinical grades in college and i would often defensively say barat manghatag. Kidding aside, winning was honestly not my goal, it's just that the theme, "why travel" turned out to be a catalyst on a quote that has been running on my mind for a long time, "I want to travel, I may meet myself along the way". That line was the sole backbone of my why travel article and it's just really amazing how a simple thought can turn out into a winning piece.

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PS, it should be written as "I was" instead of "I'm was",
guess I was too carefree when I wrote it

Aside from the prize that im about to have , thank you once again Let's go Sago for allowing me to share my travel thoughts to your readers. To know more about the blog winners visit Let's go Sago. Kudos Love Lynne Esguerra of lynneenroute.wordpress.com for emerging as the ultimate winner of the contest. AYOSSS!

our love story

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Remember when we ride on a bus

Of you letting me choose where to sit

Near the window or far from it

I hardly look straight in your eyes back then

We had endless talks until I fell asleep in your arms

Remember those days when we lay on the brown grass

Sharing secrets, not minding how many people pass

Remember when we danced on the rain

hopping and running along the bright street lights

Often you'll stop, smile and ask if I'm alright

It was a cold night, but i felt very warm inside

We have too many memories together for me to just forget about you.

Someday, you'll sit here... again, beside me.