I want to be the sort of scripture thatyou are not afraid to call good news. Let my words be the verses that sinkthrough your blood stream and anchor themselves to your pulses whenyou are… More
I’m a woman with an old soul. I like the hot sun and the cold rain, the glamour of the city lights, the noise at a crowded bar, the silence of a book shelf. I believe that joy is contagious, love can make people dizzy, and that people are innately good. I’ve had enough of handsome sadists, dim Adonises and brilliant couch potatoes. I know what I want and I am not gonna settle!
This page is for anyone who has loved, lost, or made a fool of themselves, in the name of love.
Through clenched teeth and failing knees,
my soul resiliently hums a symphony of hope.
I know my heart will heal,
fear will loosen its icicle claws.
But for now, each keystroke soothes and
revives the tender ears of my forlorn heart,
as it listens to the tune of a humble song
that calloused feet keep pressing on.
So after using the Oppo F7 for a few months, I’ve decided to go back to using an iPhone. And since I just moved, with my internet provider moving sluggishly slow in moving my service, I don’t have internet yet #3rdworldprobs. I know, I know! The lady at PLDT told me that it would take a month just for my area to get surveyed sigh.
Thankful that my area has good LTE signal, I use my phone’s mobile internet as a spot so that I can still fulfill my freelancing tasks.
However, upon switching back to iPhone, I was surprised at how much data it eats up! When I was still using my android + laptop + job-related surfing and the usual social media trolling, I consume around 1 gig in 3 days. As soon as I went online using my iPhone, it hasn’t even been 15 mins yet, and I already got an alert that my 1 gig subscription has been consumed! Unbelievable!
After scouring the internet for solutions, I found out that just turning off the background app refresh does the trick. Whew.
I still hate you iPhone.
It was a tiring day but upon passing by this place on my way home, I must say, I feel a bit better.
I am not new to this place, I studied here, got married, worked, studied again, until my grandmother got sick and I had to move to the plains to take care of her. With the house being so old, after the recent typhoon, there was a short circuit and something exploded. I was terrified. Majority of the house was made of wood, I was scared the house might be on fire while I’m sleeping.
So I’ve moved back. This is how it looks at night ❤
Note: credit to image owner, the photo is not mine
I’m not the type who takes a lot of selfies.
Today, he took a hundred horrible pictures
of me, and said he loved each one. I could feel
that he meant it. Is this how it is to h e a l ?
Unlearning panic and believing when
a person says they won’t leave you,
having the courage to trust. Again.
I just have to learn to stop
being scared of saying that.
I hand him the pathetic me on a plate:
the clingy, demanding, hot-tempered
version of myself, gift-wrapped in
insecurities. And he opens his arms,
closes his eyes, cradles my stubbornness
like a child, and hugs and kisses me
blindly. That is what love does,
he says, that is w h a t l o v e i s.
My fingertips yearn for the hard and the soft
of you. My mouth waters for the sweet, salty
taste of your lips. I am forever longing for
the burn of your kisses against my skin,
for the way you fit against me, inside me.
I am half crazed from wanting you.
For © Our Poetry Journey Contest #ourpoetryjourneyaug18
Whenever I want to remember a time
when love was simpler, I think of you.
When love didn’t mean getting undressed or
doing drugs, when love was as simple as you
walking me home, with my hand in yours, and
you kiss me on the porch as we bid goodbye.
I have loved a handful of men after you.
But I find myself trying to remember
the exact color of your eyes and
what it felt like to be pure again.
I thought of you today.
For what we were,
and what we weren’t,
for what we could have been
and what we could never be,
for what you changed in me
and for what will never change.
I cried because I knew you
and because I only knew
certain parts of you,
because I loved you and
never got the chance to.
I talk too much when I’m with him.
At night, in bed, I say things I might not say
if we were clothed and my fingers were not
laced through his and the sun was hovering
over my shoulder and casting a harsh light
on my words.
Here in the dark, where we two comprise
the entirety of the universe, where everything
seems right and eviternity seems possible,
I think too little and I talk too much.
Art from the amazing gallery of @maria_uve_,
Eviternity – ARCHAIC•LITERARY – eternal existence; everlasting duration. (google)