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Heal Yourself

Heal yourself with all kinds of pain;
Caused by heartbreaks,treachery and broken dreams.

Heal  yourself
when the one you love
falls inlove with somebody else;
they promised to keep eternal love flaming.
Isn't such pain it causing?

But teach and train you heart of letting go...
Still their is someone meant for you.
The world has hidden magic,
if you think love is tragic.
"No my dear...
We all have a wonderful
love story to tell, 
to you I swear!"

Heal yourself
from grieve and letting your heart to die;
let it bring back to life
you deserve to be happy,
be free from sigh.

Heal your self 
for the dreams which did not come true.
Have you thought it might "not destined"for you?
See in your self, something relevant- is what you already possessed...
Yet you just don't noticed.

Heal yourself
little by little with all the bitterness you feel.
Try to move on and smile and you will see...
"that good things may not come your way,
but you heal yourself... and realized...
you are still blessed eventually".

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Threnody For Alfreda

The celestial light is about to go and escapes;
As dawn enters, and cover it with darkness.
She was able to finish mysteries, with less air to breathe.
Rosary is on her side, and then closes her eyes and fall to sleep.

White candles from head to foot that ignites
Then I am on her side, quiet, so quiet…and bleed. 
I am thinking of angels for it is six in the afternoon. 
Maybe she is now with God; she is now on His side… very soon.

I smell the scent of the flower, but not the scent that I love;
I saw it holding, coupled with beads wrap on her hands.

Then suddenly I saw more in whites around me;
Her bed is white, dress up with white;
Even flowers that I don’t like to see...all are white.
Maybe because that is color she likes, she likes white.

She spends nine decades and a half, of her life;
While she was with me for just a decade and eight of years.
And beyond the years to live without her; 
All sorrow and silence of everywhere.

I saw may people wants to see her and looks at her closely;
But just a distance… for there is a glass that divides.
She doesn’t mind many people, she just sleeps in peace;
And at night she knocks on my dreams…

“ I have to leave, just take care of yourself…you will learn how to live!”
Then she smiles, and bid goodbye…
I am still sleeping but with a teary eye…
Wants to hold her hand, but could not reach …
she is clothed in white,now can fly.

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I Am a Woman

I am a woman 
Just like other women 
That speaks  with sagacity 
And encompasses understanding 
Not only for self alone 
But to other women  as well. 
When speaks, words are wise, and gives instructions with kindness.

I am a woman 
Like all women
We are given a gift  
Of tender touch 
A caring heart  to
our  child or children ,
Those  whom 
We treated as our
Children ,
And people 
Who are
Around us. 

I am a woman 
A woman  clothed with
 dignity strong, valiant and fearless,
Not  afraid of challenges 
Along the way
Because we have  the
Spirit of brevity .

I am a woman
Equal strength 
Of mind and skill.

I am a woman ,
Not  just  a woman,
But a woman
That a universe need 
that  completes 
HUMANITY .

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True Empathy

What would the world be like
If those on top of living  
learn to look down and see the life of others ,
who's struggles and throes to survive for existing,
And learn to stand in one good stead
 to share their winnings-
 in life  to them was  given. 

How greatful all affluent  
will help the poverty-striken;
In any ways they  know,
as long as its from the heart that sharing.
And so it seems to me, 
their would be  less down-and-out that yearning.

When a crackerjack bear a hand to those amatuer,
who is much scrabble ;
And through  such effort ,
all things will be apprehend with flying colors;

That even in education 
when a slow-witted student befriend with  sharp-witted  one;
Then would teach an amigo the lessons taken
 to pass an exam. 

What if a beauty queen is with an uppealing girl,
That instead  of envy for physique to feel,
love the uniqueness, 
for beauty comes from within.

These are just few,
of much to tell situations 
of helping,  of sharing, of feeling the true empathy,
That these who give hand-holding 
are heaven's  sent;
To make the world such a wonderful of living.

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Cold Night

the hussle of leaves and wispers of my tears
the chirp of birds are prayers to stop the fears
as the moon peep to see my teary eye
it will smile to let me stop to cry

But how could the cold 
can pamper my feelings?
when i feel the savage hurt
that keeps my soul burning!

I am dying in pain
I am buried with grief
I am pearced with heartaches
I am thrown to abyss

so cold like in limbo
all i see is suffering.
I know I cannot elevate  
in pain 
and its telling that I am not gonna be happy, never again.

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In Pain

I haven't told you that I love you, and I still do. 
I haven't told you that I dreamt to be with you,
still hoping too.
Haven't told you that I care for you,
but I know you will never know.

These are just all in my heart.
Hide, kept, buried till my heartbeat stops...
even my breath won't reveal 
the secret of my repressed desires... 

Was I to blame when our love to sprout didn't bloom? 
Where my words and actions 
hold your heart's expressions?
Why so easily discourage and choose to step back?
When my heart's only want is to know if your love can hold on so tight.

Your choice to surrender afflict me so much pain,
Where my world torn apart and put it into flame,
And there are crimson, twilight, dusk and also dawn,
Forsaken the day till it has forgotten,
light was unknown...
And now its just solitude and abyss in my room.

Was I not worthy of your love? 
Halt of passion, misty and obscure
Bygone, by past, dead, defunct
And so I lift it to time to heal in act

But destiny calls as my desires to forget
To meet a man whom will be my forever dearest.

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Serendipity

She was looking for valuable things.
things that cannot be touch nor seen. 
She looked for it in every corner, 
and place where she had been.
And sorrounded of which for her is just like others-all just the same.
And time in midnight strucked and was about to have the one she's been waiting-with tons of great feelings...
But why it was not taken?
Maybe, she was afraid to be hurt-but now...
even until now...
and maybe...
will feel the eternal pain
of losing her almost owned precious gem.