They said I hit a wrong chord Defied reasons, crossed the unknown Our future, vivid, in others, blurred
It’s been a while since I took part in this blogging activity called Three Line Tales and I more than miss this. I miss writing such a brief poem as much as I miss reading others’ work. This is hosted by a wonderful blogger, Sonya of Only 100 Words
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I have never felt this cold before. It’s as if I am inside a refrigerator waiting to be frozen to death and to meet oblivion. I feel more than numb, the excruciating pain I felt a couple of minutes ago is gone. I fell into a deep slumber. But before my consciousness left me, I finally utter my last prayer, that if ever fate would be kind enough to wake me up, I would be given a chance to find the man of my dreams alone and free.
I ache to see his eyes burn for me, so intense that it could melt my heart in seconds. I want to feel the warmth of his touch, that lingering embrace that makes me feel secure. I would love to see us holding hands in public. Kissing me softly in front of other people. I would like to show the whole world that he is mine and I am his. That our love could outshine even the hotness of the sun.
I never felt safe and warm with someone other than him. Whenever I feel anxious and panicky, I just think of leaning my head on his shoulder or putting my face on his chest while I take a deep breath and everything seems to be alright.
Do you believe that the best love is unexpected? That you just don’t pick someone and cross your fingers that it’ll work out? That love, at first sight, is but a tip of the ice burg? When I talk and notice the way his lips curve when he smiles or the glow in his eyes while he listens to me without batting an eyelash. But of course, love is more of a decision not just feelings. When the other person becomes difficult to deal with and yet you stayed, that’s when you’ll know that it’s love. Genuine love is selfless and full of hope.
This really beats me. Whenever I encounter a place we’ve been, I can’t help but reminisce everything we’ve shared. His smell still lingers in our bed, and even in my head. I crave for his presence now that we’re a thousand miles apart and I doubt if I could ever love this way again.
This must be one hell of a rough month in blogging I must say. I’ve attempted a couple of times to write and post an article and to my dismay, unable to. I’ve never felt so helpless and weak with my blog before. It’s as if one of my dreams is dying on me. But I won’t let this continue. I would do everything I could to keep this blog even if it would mean taking an hour out of my sleeping time to make up for all the loss. I’m just so thankful that there are still people who’d spare a couple of minutes of their precious time to check on my posts, hit like, write a comment. For all fellow bloggers who followed my blog, let me express how grateful I am, you’re all awesome.
I love those random memories That makes me smile; No matter what’s going on In my life right now…
This is in response to a blogging event, entitled #mymonthlymemories hosted by a friend-blogger, of The Socially Anxious Extrovert. You may want to visit her wonderful blog and find articles worthy to read. Better yet, join us in writing your monthly memories about what transpired in your blog and in your life every month. Nostalgia is always a good thing. It paints a smile on our lips whenever it reminds us of things that happened in the past that’s worth remembering, things that made us so happy. Making us realize how beautiful life could be no matter what is in front of us in the present, may it bad, or worse. And when everything seems to go down the drain, it is what keeps us our sanity and our drive for success. I always find delight in sharing a part of myself and writing a monthly journal, as I put it, is one way to declutter my mind, relieve my soul from too many burdens. Thus, making room for positive thoughts and feelings.
July’s definitely a hectic and productive month when it comes to working from home. I was able to land additional part time job as an email responder. I just started last week and now awaiting my first salary this coming Friday. The pay is not that decent compared to my full time job as a Technical Support/Sales Representative but at least it will still help us with our growing everyday expenses. As I always say, we can only do so much and part of me is not pleased since I am way behind with all the blogging event I join every week. It’s really hard to keep up.
I won’t promise but I’m confident enough to be back with a bang. I know I’m way past contemplating. still, I believe that God gave us the ability to do what we want and need to do as long as we put our minds to it and do it with hope and dedication. Here’s cheering for an amazing August.
It’s in my nature To find love that is pure Be my own universe Blood that runs through my veins Who’s worthy of all my pain
Hello, everyone! I can’t forgive myself if I forget to partake in this wonderful mental exercise – TANKA Poetry challenge hosted by Kiwinanaof Ramblings of a Writer blog. For instructions, kindly click here. I can’t wait to read your entry.