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Philippines
March 19, 2018
Nobody speaks
Nobody is here except me
Nobody is willing to comfort me
Nobody has a heart of gold
Nobody is a nobody
Has a body but doesn't seem to have a body
Can a nobody be a somebody?
For sure a somebody can be a nobody
What do you think?
Could you help me think about how to have a helping hand?
A helping hand?
What?
A hand that stretches toward the poor soul.
I am heaving sighs
Anybody wants me to die
March 16, 2018
The love that I first felt was sweet as.
The aroma of its first sweetness sated my sense of smell.
The love, with its sweet-smelling odor created excitement and exhilaration in my soul.
Made my heart leap like a deer who was leaping upon seeing the spring water.
But the feeling of delight that love caused won't stay constant.
Love has its other cryptic nature of sorrowing my soul.
That the dulcet pleasure it created commences to end.
Bitterness and sorrow takes over.
The once aromatic state turns into dismality.
The vigorous soul languishes.
March 13, 2018
Oh melancholy, why won't you go away?
Why do you want to stay for so long?
Honestly, I am struggling, but they won't notice how you hit me so hard every day.
I always try to stay calm and to look tranquil.
That neither my forehead wrinkles nor my eyes blink, but deep inside my heart it pricks.
Does this mean, I am important to you?
Does this mean, I am loved by you?