Birthday Cake

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"Blow your candles" you said.

I closed my eyes and made us a wish.

I blew my prayer onto the fire

And hoped that God heard my heart.

I opened my eyes and saw your face,

Angelic and pure beyond compare.

Party lights dimmed and the music stopped,

That's the time you asked for my birthday cake.

I gave it to you without guilt or wrath.

To my chagrin, I discovered

You told the same words to your lover,

"Blow your candles" you said.

The very same cake I blew my prayers on.

But then I realized I wasn't your first-

I am your lover.

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*Picture from istockphoto

September Comeback

After being gone for quite some time I guess the first day of September is perfect to start posting again. Honestly, I have lots of things to do today since we have an upcoming event this week. After being "warned" that my boss will likely throw a "fit" during the first day if she does not like what she sees on our booth, well, I'd rather do everything so that she'll like our booth. I don't want to see her having a "fit" when her ordinary self is at times intolerable already.  (I hope she won't ever get to read this.)

But I think owe it to those people who once in a while visit my blog to at least post my new creations. It doesn't matter if the number of my followers hasn't changed, I'll still keep on posting for my seven followers. I love you guys! <3

For the past couple of weeks I have mulled over things. Work related stuff. I guess time comes when you have to reconsider and really think about the the pros and cons of your decisions. It is easy to go back and forever stay in your comfort zone. But where is development and learning in that??? So I decided I'll stay. Some of my friends will definitely not like my decision. But guys please cut me some slack. Okay? Love love.

 Last night, I discovered why my friend stood us all up. You see, we were suppose to celebrate his birthday last Sunday. But on that day we didn't hear anything from him. Calls and text messages were not answered. We were all left wondering what the hell happened to him. And so last night I knew. He stood us all up to fight for his heart's loosing battle. For the first time in the 10 years that I've known him, it was last night that I heard so much pain, loss, anger, and just plain disappointment in his voice. Love is sometimes dark and cruel.
There's no guarantee that it'll be paradise all the time. Sometimes the paradise is lost.

So watch out for my posts this month.

I'll make a poem especially for you friend!=)


*Picture from womenshealthmag

Flying with the Blue Bird

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*Picture from techlearning

Fireman

The fire in your eyes
Burning me eternally.
Can I douse your flames?

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*Picture from http://www.ijs365.org.in/ENGLISH/originals_images/fire.jpg

Promises

Sealed words, spoken oaths,
Whispers in a moonlit cold,
Forgotten what's told.

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*Picture from http://utopiankitchen.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/snow.jpg

Smacked

I have been betrayed
By my lover's rosy lips,
It tasted others.


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* Picture fromhttp://blog.lifesip.com/images/kiss-6.jpg

Desert's Flower (1st Place) by Dianne Pedroso

 This excellent poem really took my breath away!!! Great work Dianne!


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Desert's Flower

I seek not pity but to see beyond the physical
that I am not less a being to be incomplete,
I know I live to write the world but am out of pens,
not because i have none but have no means to hold them.

Indeed i cannot cover my eyes from the blinding sun,
or can i play the piano when my heart yearns for a lullaby,
neither can i touch the morning dew from blooming flowers
or tear the walls of reality and the edges of my dreams.

Fingers i never had,
chances that always pass.
But there is more than empty hands and a wishful heart yet to be seen-
dreams that lie unwithered in the midst of despair.

For better it is to do mighty things,
even though checkered with failure
than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much or suffer much,
Because they lie in the gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.

And he that strives to touch the stars
oft stumbles at a straw,
ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp
or what's a heaven for?

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*Picture from http://somethinggraphic.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/600_06-desert_flower.jpg