|"To read is to understand but to write is to be free."|
To ask why I write is to also ask why I express.
I write to express.
I express because I feel.
I feel because I sense.
Writing is paramount to my being.
Put simply, it is my truth.
Photo Callenge 15
A familiar walk down the bay of autumn leaves brought a smile to his wrinkled face.
He glanced at her lovingly. The lines on her face says she has laughed more than she frowned.
He hums their wedding song loud enough for her to chime in.
At the end of the song he sighed, "So this is what it's like growin old with you."
"I know, it's hard...but sometimes you just have to love a little.
Sometimes, a little more than you should..."
Do we work to live?
Do we live to work?
Are we driven by passion? money?
Are we driven by our false sense of GREATNESS?
..And the truth is that I am in love with you. I have fallen victim to your covert beauty. I know that because I am crazy about you, it gives you unlimited power over me.
It gives you every right to hold onto my helpless heart and break it at your will--but I will trust that you won't break it. You will not break my heart. Instead, you will connect it with yours until it grows its own roots and plant itself sturdy underneathe your ribcage; and together our hearts will be strong and vulnerable at the same time.
I will wrap the roots of my love around your heart and your heart will learn how to beat in synchrony with mine--and at first it will be difficult and brutal but it will be worth i...
My tears fuel the stars in your galaxy may it guide your way back home to me.
I've cried galaxies and super novas and you're still lightyears away.
Come home soon, please.
I've never kissed you before, but when I dreamt about our lips touching that night--it felt almost nostalgic.
It was as if my soul knew that it was home.
I kissed you in my dream and I woke up with it lingering on my lips..
I miss you, love.
He's coming. We've waited two years to earn enough courage and money to finally come together over this coming Holiday Season (2015).
We will be celebrating our second anniversary and it will also be our official first date! It will be the first of many "best dinner dates" of our lives. He's still studying Mechanical Engineering and he has a few years left to finish.
He lives 7000 miles away. That's three oceans in between and two continents away. Surprisingly enough, we've managed to sustain our love with constant Skype sessions, snail mails, surprise packages and videos logs.
Now, all of that will be given a pause because finally--FINALLY, we will be seeing each other face-t...
Letter to a late transgender teen who committed suicide.
Your death means something and everything.
Imagine how much life your death has awakened.
Your legacy, perhaps, is death itself;
When you've finally shattered the world awake from its fast descend to the fiery normative gates of judgment.
Your legacy is in your death
because it brought life to the shadows and light to the truth.
You were affluent enough to change the views of the world but perhaps it wasn't enough to keep you here to watch your efforts blossom into beautiful freedom.
But, again, perhaps all is where it is supposed to be;
You've fulfilled a destiny.
You've set us free.
Kissing him goodbye, a privilege I didn't have, felt like a kiss to a molten rock that turned to ash right before I could plant my lips on it. It's like a nostalgic kind of pain where I couldn't quite recall how it ended but it did--where I couldn't recall why I was in pain but I was,indeed, in excrutiating pain.
Maybe death is not "nothingness".
Perhaps death only seems peaceful to others who watch me drift into nothingness.
But to me, death was as real as a molten rock to my lips every single day I was without him...
...and then you look to the floor and you shake your head in amazement. You could have chosen to fall on the bed. You could have chosen what was right there that would have been both comforting and familiar; but you chose to ignore it. Instead, you chose that uneven wooden floor in full hopes that the pain you feel on your knees would be more afflictive than the one banging in your chest. You thought you could silence the screaming pain of the absence of joy. You thought but you know damn well that you thought wrong. You ignored everything else for a moment and moved the bed against the wall and over that piece of uneven wooden floor....
He isn't a dreamer,
He's satisfied with the way his hot coffee brews each morning,
He likes the way his egg is scrambled for breakfast,
He likes working his nine to fives just fine;
He likes to come home at precisely 6:14pm with not a minute more, not a minute less.
He isn't ambitious,
He likes the way his remote control doesn't work unless it's banged against his bedside table.
He likes the way he keeps a flashlight nearby because he is too lazy to turn on the lights;
He likes this life.
He doesn't want more than his keep.
He just likes to polish his rifles and shoots them for leisure each second Saturday of the month.
He likes his battered onion rings, cooked to perfection and not a cr...
He said he never dreamed to be great;
That it never crossed his mind to wander unlike most.
While he was content,
I am confused.
Scene 1: Cafè
Date1: Are you a camera?
Me: Excuse me?
Date1: 'Coz I can't help but smile when you look at me. CHEESE!
Scene 2: Bar
Date2: We must be in the jungle. And you must be a monkey.
Date2: 'Coz you've been swingin' in my mind the whole day.
Scene 3: Online, Chat
Date 3: So do you like 'Finding Nemo?'
Date 3: Ok, great! From now on you'll be my Dory.
Me: Why so I could forget you ? hah.
Date 3: No, so I could be your Wallaby Road.
Note: Date 3 is now my boyfriend.
To My Adam,
Can you explain to me why my hands feel weak at the thought of you?
They tremble, they're numb. They feel cold and they feel powerless all because I had thought of you.
Can you explain to me why I yearn to hug you? Why do I feel an urge to hold you close?
My knees weaken and wobble; and my body needs your body as its pillar and my soul needs yours as host.
And the answer may be that my hands need yours to make it feel strong.
My yearning to hug you is my soul's coming home to where it does belong.
My yearning to love you is our hearts beating in perfect synchrony, they beat as one.
For when I was taken from your rib, my destiny to be yours had been written; and His divi...
And if you can hear me despite the crowd,
I love you! I'm grateful for everyday that I get to love you.
Itago mo lang.
Yang nararamdaman mo?
Itago mo lang.
Huwag kang magkakamaling bigkasin ang mga salitang dapat ikinikimkim.
Itago mo lang.
Ibaon mo sa pinakamalalim na lugar sa iyong isip.
Hindi na bali ang puso na minsan nang nanaginip,
na ipaglaban mo ang iyong karapatan.
Ang karapatang akala mo ay karapat dapat maging iyo.
"Pasensya ka na, mali ako"
Ibaon mo sa kokote mo
ang mga salita.
Itago mo lang ang katotohanang
tao ka lang at may karapatang mahirapan
Itago mo lang!
Huwag kang papatukso sa kahinaan ng loob
Na naghuhumiyaw para sa pagbabago.
Itago mo lang at ibaon.
Yang mga hinaing mo mula noon.
Mga sikretong ikinikimkim,
mga sikretong naghalo ...
I feel helpless in your absence.
I miss your touch and the way you smell.
I miss the way we dance under the silent music of the night.
I feel helpless but never hopeless.
I love you.
My Sweetheart perhaps felt pressured to keep up with my craft and by being a hopeless romantic; but here is his cute attempt at writing poetry!
I Love you, Sweetie! Thank you for everyday!
...One day we'll be together
and I can't wait for that
It will be amazing and we can start our life together
Sorry this stanza doesn't rhyme
I hope to make you happy
and I hope you like sappy
because you do that for me
my sweet pea :)
Thank you for every day
my future fiancee
my future wife
my partner in life
Patricia Andrea Tan
I'm your biggest fan
I love you
Happy Valentine's number 2!"