Here I am nasa position ako na naguguluhan ako sa dapat kong gawin.. Pero bakit.. this is my chance to show the world how good I am.. how brave I am...kung gaano ko kakayanin na tumayo mapara sa maraming tao.. Pero bakit nga ba ako naguguluhan... Hindi na ako pwedeng mag isip.. wala na akong oras para mag isip.. I am near the dead end.. Kelangan na nang desisyon.. Ano ang dapat kong gawin.. Can somebody help me? Ewan ko ba.. Masyadong mabigat ang responsibilidad na maaring kong pasanin.. Kaya ko ba?? Magagawa ko ba yun nang tama..
Should I let people decide? Yes? No?
Oh my.. what ever happens tatanggapin ko lahat..tatanggapin ko ito nang buo..
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
La Salle Araneta
La Salle Araneta
Every Passing Day of Life
There is a place I knew so much
Even if I close my eyes
I can see its image in the dark
How can I forget the place?
Were I stay here in 12 years
Add more years before I leave
15 years before marching
The Trees that dance in the air
And birds that humming everyday
The wide green field I see
This place really amaze me
In my ears forever I will hear
Singing the areneta hymn
Even the alma mater hymn
Hail hail my beloved university
Every Passing Day of Life
There is a place I knew so much
Even if I close my eyes
I can see its image in the dark
How can I forget the place?
Were I stay here in 12 years
Add more years before I leave
15 years before marching
The Trees that dance in the air
And birds that humming everyday
The wide green field I see
This place really amaze me
In my ears forever I will hear
Singing the areneta hymn
Even the alma mater hymn
Hail hail my beloved university
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
My Own Work
My own work
I can write my own poem
Something I can call my own
Something I can be proud of
A work that can whisper my soul
In years my lips are sealed
That my heart aches in fear
In this poem I will reveal
What Dwells within.
What Dwells within?
No one knows but me
How pain consumes me
Even my friends can’t see
Years already passed
But it’s so clear in my heart
How pain turns me
Into someone I’m not
My heart crash once
Picking up is hard
But it also helped me
How to smile back
Now you have my poem
That whispers my own soul
Now I can say I’m proud
That this is my own work
I can write my own poem
Something I can call my own
Something I can be proud of
A work that can whisper my soul
In years my lips are sealed
That my heart aches in fear
In this poem I will reveal
What Dwells within.
What Dwells within?
No one knows but me
How pain consumes me
Even my friends can’t see
Years already passed
But it’s so clear in my heart
How pain turns me
Into someone I’m not
My heart crash once
Picking up is hard
But it also helped me
How to smile back
Now you have my poem
That whispers my own soul
Now I can say I’m proud
That this is my own work
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