Pen and Paper

Hello everyone! 
I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I’ve always wanted to share my thoughts, but I am a wallflower. I don’t find it easy to talk to someone directly as in face to face, and tell about what I feel and everything.. So i chose pen and paper, I mean writing to express myself.. I hope you’ll be with me all through the way to being one. 

God bless! Love lots๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜˜

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Colly Wobbles

I don’t know how this started

This crazy thing I feel.

Like butterflies live in my stomach.

Twisting me, turning.

Did it started when we first met?

Or when we got close?

I do not know exactly.

But here are the things I know.

Your lame jokes make me laugh.

Your smile makes me happy.

Your presence completes my day

It might be weird to say

But I think, I like you..

    -cseveneajโค

The Student’s life (Pt. 2)

The night is deep,

So peaceful, so enticing

What a wonderful time to sleep.

But here I am, dozing, fighting

Every night, everyday,

This is what happening.

Hoping my efforts will pay.

Because I swear, THIS IS SO TIRING!!!

Hi guys, how are you? Crying while typing this๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜‚ because I miss you so so so very very much much๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚. I was been inactive here for about a week now. Not that I expect someone to care, but still sorry. For the nominations I haven’t posted yet. To the comments I haven’t responded yet. To all the new followers I haven’t checked out yet. Sorry sorry.. School is to blame.. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ really school is hell this year. But I am still trying to write and compose. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ like stress reliver.๐Ÿ˜‚

I just stopped my reviewing to post this. I have an exam tomorrow, actually everyday, in almost all the subjects. And all my subjects now are the majors. So hell yeah ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ wish me luck guys..๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

I know, I am not the only one experiencing this. I feel you guys๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ And I want to hear your side of stories, ๐Ÿ˜‚ yeah, share niyo naaaaa..๐Ÿ˜‚

Fighting!!โ˜โ˜๐Ÿ’ช

What is life?

โ€‹We, people are always confronted with that question, what is life? Most specially in school, in work, in churches, in workshops, everywhere, that we just answer it without second thoughts, without even thinking. For me, life is the most precious and wonderful God given gift to us. Quite true right? 



But the one true question that makes us all mystified is “how do we live our lives”. Some of us, through living our everyday life, still not happy, still not contented, or they say, there is something, a missing piece from their lives. Some still say, life is unfair, though it is not. Is it? Aren’t we the the ones who are making our lives difficult and tough, that we in the end claim it as biased, unfair?



We aren’t perfect, neither do our lives. But we can atleast try to make it. Remember, WE ARE THE MASTER OF OUR FATE, WE ARE THE CAPTAIN OF OUR SOUL. We should live our lives the way we wanted it to be. We shouldn’t live under a life of pure validation and control. Instead, follow your heart, be you, have a life of uniqueness and genuineness. Dare for your life to be different. Because that is the only way you can live your life to the fullest..

 

My bestfriend asked me the other day, that question, “what is life?”. It wasn’t our assignment, neither is it related to our subjects. I didn’t asked her why she asked. But I supposed that she was doing her brother’s assignment. What a loving and helpful sister she is, you agree?๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ And as a duty of a supportive bestfriend, I helped her too. I hope I said the right things.

So I guys, I ask you the same question, what is life?? You can answer that in the comment box. Thank you๐Ÿ˜โ˜บโค

The Student’s Life

In the four corners

Of this prison-like cell

Pool of unknown words

Swirling like hell.

Along my head spinning

Making me nostalgic

Pushing me, drowning

Like a spell of magic.

I just want to close my eyes.

Using a paper to cover

I just want to be outside

Wishing this would be over..

   -cseveneajโค

I composed this while waiting for our professor to finish his talk. I can’t stop my yawn and I was so teary eyed. So I just wrote a poem to fight my sleepiness. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ 



P.S. I hope you can relate guys๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜

  

The Dreamcatcher

It is just so wonderful and overwhelming that someone appreciates my writings. I am so out of words when I was notified that someone replied to my poem Journey by his own poetry..

And I want to thank this person, Sir Mick E. Talbot. Thank you sir for your inspiring reply.. It made me want to creatr a sequel to my poem series. But I have yet to find an inspiration to it..๐Ÿ˜Šโคโค

Again thank you very much๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜โ˜บ

Mick E Talbot Poems

The Dreamcatcher

I felt your pain the pressure
Your heart guiding your pen
Express, donโ€™t feel lesser
Your words let them open
Like a key to your dresser

Your honesty now exposing
You your very true emotions
When writing, or composing
Your unrequited love, devotion
His obsessiveness, imposing

Making you feel your wrong
Has you in a vise like grip
Time to give him a swan song
Catch him out make him trip
The truth you knew all along

In case you did not know
I am the Dreamcatcher
And before I let you go
Dream, one more chapter
Find a man whoโ€™ll love you so

So I can catch your dream
Set you free to pursue love
Find a King, be his Queen
A nudge, a gentle tiny shove
Awake, not aware Iโ€™ve been

You will feel your soul refreshed
Your thoughts no longer in a mess
Your heartโ€ฆ

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The One Epic Song๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽผ

This day is the first day of my third year college life. And as I was thinking of an appropriate topic for my next poem, I suddenly remembered this one epic song I dedicated for my crush when I was in highschool. ๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚ (Yeah, I know.what you are thinking, this is so clichรฉ right?๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚) But I want to share it..๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜




The lyrics goes like this:




“Naalala ko pa,

Noong una kitang, nakilala.

Nasa likod pa kita

Nakayuko’t di nagsasalita.

Pakiwari’y masungit ka

Ngunit ang lahat ay nag-iba

Di maintindihan

Kung bat ganto amd nararamdaman

Ng puso ko at isipan

Ako’y naguguluhan.

Sabihin mo naman 

Hindi ganto wala akong alam.

Sabihin mo naman

Hindi ganto mukha akong ewan

Sabihin mo naman

Sabihin mo naman.”




So yeah, that’s it..๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚ It has a second stanza but I didn’t include it. 



I  wrote that song when I was in third year high school.  Actually that was the first song I dedicated for someone I appreciated. And probably that would be the last. When I shared it with my friends, it earned a fitful laugh. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ Until now, when I remember it, I feel ridiculous myself. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚



For those who didn’t understand the song, well I won’t translate. I tried but I gave up because it doesn’t look or feel the same when I did. But I will share the idea behind the song. 



The setting of the song was in a classroom back when in the first day of highschool.  There was this boy who sat at the back, I was infront of him. And I was mystified by his looks. He always wore a frown on his face. His head was always bowed low. I thought be was hostile but when I got to know him  better, my impression to him changed. He was infact kind of funny. Ge had a lot of humor in him. He’s was fun to be with.. And I was caught with that. And I was confused. My feelings got tangled. He knew I felt something for him. But he just let my feelings hung like that. I can say he was a total PAASA. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ What I only wanted was for him to tell me what to do. Because I felt stupid.. So yeah.. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ sorry it is so clichรฉ๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚ besides I was so young back then and just, I dont know.๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚
P.S. to all the boys out there. DON’T BE PAASA!!๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ˜‚

The Unique Blogger Award

After all the second thoughts I had whether I was doing the right thing, yet I was nominated for The Unique Blogger Award. It doesn’t only boost my confidence, it also took my uncertainty away.


And I want to thank this wonderful person who made me believe that I can be genuine with my own simple way.. Thank you 
Jane (from pjane101 of Life as I know it). Thank you for the nomination and thank you for supporting me all through the way. You have no idea what ypur kind words meant to me.. They always make me smile, they always inspire me.. Not to mention, you are one of the first people who made me beleive I can be someone who can write, who can inspire. So thank you thank you so much.๐Ÿ˜โ˜บ๐Ÿ˜Š (Sorry for the drama but all I’ve said are true..๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Šโ˜บโค)



Guys, if you want to meet this amazing blogger, just 
click here

RULES FOR THE UNIQUE BLOGGER AWARD:

  1. Share the link of the blogger who has shown love to you.
  2. Answer their questions.
  3. In thr spirit of sharing love and solidarity with our blogging family, nominatr 8-13 people for the same award.
  4. Ask them 3 questions.




QUESTIONS ASKED:



1.What is the inspiration behind your blog content?

I made this blog not only to fulfill my dream to be a writer and a poet but also to inspire people, most specially the teens like me. As you can see, my poetry are mostly about love (though I also have post about life, the struggles and such), which the millenials probably can relate. I want them to realize that life is such a beautiful thing and pain can never stop them. I’ve just strated my journey here at wordpress and I had only written mostly about pain. And I have yet to write morr about different topics. But the main goal of my blog is to inspire people.


2. What is your favorite time of the year and why?

My favorite time of the year is January 1,  New Year. January 1 is not only New Year for my whole family but also the day of our reunion. Our clan usually celebrates, giving gifts to each other, playing games, singing and thanking God for uniting us one more  and a lot lot more..

3. What is your favorite book and why? (Or movie if you dont read.)

My favorite book is the Bible. Not that I have read it whole. But everynight, my family spears maybe half an our in reading the Bible and worshiping the Lord. 

But in worldy book(s), I can say, my favorite is The Harry Potter Series. I love it so much that I read the whole series and watched it also.

MY NOMINEES:

I beleive that everyone is unique in their own different way. So yeah, again, I nominate everyone. 

AND I ALSO DARE YOU ALL GUYS TO ANSWER THE SAME QUESTIONS ASKED BY MY NOMINATOR. YOU CAN PUT THAT IN THE COMMENT BOX. THANK YOU๐Ÿ˜Šโ˜บโคโคโค




P.S. Spread the love peopleโคโคโค

Journey Reflection

Hello guys, how are you??



So yeah, I have finished my series JOURNEY (though I do not know why I titled it like that๐Ÿ˜…).  First, I would like to sum it up. So the poetry series is about a girl who turned out, had a crush on her bestfriend. And that girl was always on the side of him, comforting him, doing everything to make him happy. And one day, the boy had a break up, and the girl, as usual, she helped him, to find himself again, to get up, to move on. Yet when the boy was fine already, the girl who broke her heart returned and the boy, again willingly took her. And again, the main character was left alone with a broken heart. She was so hurt, with no one to comfort her and ease the pain enveloping her. But with those things, she found herself, the thing sleeping inside her, her passion, and she began to write. And that’s her journey, to be a poet. For all the world to see and  know the pain that she felt. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜It ended the way I wanted it to be. And I hope I gave justice to the protagonist. But as I reread it again from the start, I found it so over acting and the pain was so exaggerated๐Ÿ˜…. Is it just me, or you think so too?๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚ well sorry for that. I am just so fond of the idea of pain that my writings reflect to it.๐Ÿ˜…

And you might be wondering where the idea of this poetry came from. Well to clear it up, this is not based on my own experience, not entirely. ๐Ÿ˜‚ Well, truth saying, I was caught up in an unrequited love too. But I wasn’t that hurt really. Besides, I am still so young and have a long way to go. I have yet to learn more about romantic love..๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚โค



But here’s a simple advice from the advicing machine( atleast that’s what my friends call me ๐Ÿ˜‚though I just have but litle experience myself.) Guys, you are free not to read this if you  dont want to๐Ÿ˜..



Pain comes along with love. We can never escape pain, it’s inevitable. They say, if you dont want to be hurt, then don’t love. How can we fight love when it hits us? How can we cease to love someone, to disregard our feelings when that feelings makes us happy in the first place? It’s okay to love, to give your all in love, to fight for love, as long as it makes you happy, as long as it spreads sweet smiles on your face, as long as it gives you hope, as long as it is still a good kind of love. Love as long as you can.  But bear this in mind, Love is a beautiful thing, yet it’s dangerous. It has its limits. If the good kind of love turned reversely, then you should stop, you must stop. If all love gives to you  are pain, hurt, frustration, problems, stress, then that’s not called loving.That is torturing. When that time comes, you should stop. Preserve yourself. Have pity for yourself. Wake up, get up, find your path, pray to God. Only you can save you. So don’t wait for someone to do save you. Turn the pain you feel into something worthy. Something productive, something that the world can get strength and inspiration from. Instead of being dark, broken and twisty, why not get a pen, and be a poet?



So yeah that’s it.. I hope that makes sense, and hope it can help..,๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜โ˜บ

And guys, if you have any ideas, suggestions, topics, for my next poem, or maybe series, just let me know in the comment box. Thank you๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Šโ˜บ

P.S. Spread the love people!!๐Ÿ˜Šโ˜บโค

Journey (Part 10)

With all the pain you left me,

I found myself within thee.

I was long imprisoned in the dark

With pain hammering in my heart

My eyes with tears, they blurred.

My voice begging to be heard

With a pen in hand.

I begin to stand.

The words spurt, bleeding

Etched in a paper, it’s smiting.

With the world around me,

As witness of my journey.

This is my path, this is me.

And I chose me.

     -cseveneajโค
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