orange and floral

Wallis white shirt
wallisfashion.com

Jean shorts
$29 – runwayroute.com

Witchery flat shoes
$62 – witchery.com.au

Givenchy
lindelepalais.com

2b straw hat
2bstores.com

Round sunglasses
ocshades.com

Library Chic

Farewell

Posted: August 18, 2012 in literature, poetry

Farewell my friend, I bid you goodbye

Farewell my friend, part ways and sigh

Farewell to darkness and abomination

Farewell to madness and miscommunication

 

Goodbye to anomaly and self-destruction

Goodbye to oppression and persecution

Goodbye to the hooligans and scavengers of gloom

Goodbye to you, my friend, goodbye to doom

 

Salutations to the governors of light

Salutations to the guardians of right

Salutations to the keeper of sanity

Salutations, warden of inner beauty

Wrath

Posted: August 18, 2012 in literature, poetry

Wrath

Summon the soldier of hearts
Brace the archers, release the darts
Bathe in the shower of asphyxiation
A torrent of flowery admiration

Chiselled promises carved in stones
Plunged in a fissure with broken bones
Pupils dilate with searing hate
Unending curses of the irate

Whisk the undiluted potion of pain
Pour it to the brim of absolute strain
Mix it with uncouth and the uncanny
Billow the Ares of gory history

Astounding dementia swallowed whole
Eyes of the weary, black as coal
Consumed by nothing but the dusk of dawn
Devoured irrevocably by the unknown

Bleak

Posted: August 18, 2012 in literature, poetry

Bleak

Thirst for joy and hunger for peace
The world gives you nothing; everything his.
Plead for happiness and cry for hope
They give you nothing but a piece of rope.

They say look up and open your eyes
Try not to drown in the pool of lies
Try not to succumb in the realm of deceit
Where everything lies in the bed of conceit

If I told you that you have to do this alone
Will you fight the madness on your own?
Or will you wallow in your fears and sorrow?
Will you extinguish the light for tomorrow?

Will you allow your cornerstone to crumble?
Will you relinquish the giants of destruction?
Will you brandish your sword and lift your shield?
Or will you kneel down and say you’ll yield?

Nothing will stop you, pursue your path
Regret nothing, face the aftermath
Value what is right and what is real
Desire will complicate the things you feel

If you have God, choose His side
He can see you, you cannot hide
If you do not, it is time to decide
Settle or hesitate; His arms open wide

Para sa sumulat ng tula

 

Ang tulang ito ay para sa mga bigo ang puso,

Para sa mga natatawa sa pick up lines na uso,

Para sa mga nagmistulang tanga sa kakalike ng quotes,

Para sa mga ngumangata ng quacker oats.

 

Para ito sa mga nagpapaasa at forever na umaasa,

Para sa mga kaibigang sa pagibig ay dalubhasa,

Para ito sa mga puppy love, TL at mga hipon,

Para ito sa mga gumagastos at sa mga nagiipon.

 

Para sa mga sanay magpaalam at sa mga first time,

Para ito sa mga “I love you” bukas, always at all the time,

Para to sa mga kunwaring humihikab at sinisipon,

Para ito sa mga lantarang umiiyak at forever alone.

 

Para ito sa mga may love life at syota,

Syokoy man o mermaid, maski bakla.

Para ito sa mga babes at pies,

Para sa mga nanggago at nagsabi ng “lies”

 

Para ito sa mga sugod ng sugod,

Pati na rin sa mga shy type at kunwaring pakipot,

Para sa mga emo at malungkot,

Para sa mga amoy gwapo at gwapong mabantot

 

Para ito sa mga mahal ninyong himig,

Pati na rin sa mga innosenteng walang hilig.

Para ito sa trying hard na sumulat ng tula,

Para sakin din pala ito dahil ako ang nagsimula.

 

 

** repost from my other blog Rant and Random

 

*** inspired by “Para sa Masa” by Eraserheads ***

Little Hands

Posted: July 13, 2012 in poetry
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Little Hands

These little hands
they knew of nothing before
caressing feeding bottles and soft pillows
yearning for the giver’s touch
reaching for the unknown
never, fearing, always exploring
fragile and vulnerable.

These little hands
once played with poo
never minding the smell
or who’s touching who
Oblivious to its destiny
enormous responsibility,
these little hands, let it be.

*repost from my other blog Rant and Random