Kiss Me Slowly

You took that perfect dive
from high above the springboard,
slicing the surface
of the still water beneath
with just a little splash;
sending tiny ripples across
as the only sign of its disturbance.
You took me off guard
when you took that leap
for I didn't notice when
you got underneath my skin.
Now there's nothing else
left for me to do,
as I try to keep my composure,
but feel these ripples you created
inside this heart that has since 
long forgotten
how to beat.

Hold my breath as you're moving in.

Taste your lips and feel your skin.

When the time comes, baby don't run.

Just kiss me slowly.

Okay?

Teach me how to keep on standing tall
when my knees feel like giving up.
Show me the ropes on how to patiently wait,
while waiting for the time
that our paths should cross again.
How do I learn how to be okay
if I don't have you here to show me the way?

** Hola! I'm so, so sorry for my absence once again for I have been sick (again) these past few days and that's why I wasn't able to post anything. But even though I was at home, I still managed to write some pieces (Don't Say Goodbye, Say Goodnight and Bring Me That Horizon) and so I posted it just now along with this one. Sorry. ^o^v

*** I wrote this after watching The Fault In Our Stars . That moment when you are suffering from a migraine attack and the movie (TFIOS) came up on cable TV so you still watched it and later on somehow regretted it because your migraine got worse from all of the crying and sniffling. When will I ever learn? :P

Bring Me That Horizon

I wanted to fly,
but they warned me to be careful
for I might like it too much.
I wanted to fly higher,
but they said the higher you go
the farther you fall.
So instead I flew the highest I could,
where their voices couldn't reach me anymore
and all I can hear is the sound of my wings
urging me on.

Don't Say Goodbye, Say Goodnight

I never wanted anything like this,
that is, before you.
This sudden need of always having you near,
of wanting for the privilege of watching
each and every morning turn into night
with you right here by my side;
of being able to whisper against your lips,
as the evening closes in,
goodnight instead of goodbye.

I lie awake and feel your nearness.

I never wanted more than this.

You Make It Real For Me

I closed my eyes and made a silent prayer.
A prayer for someone to hold 
while facing the wrath of the storm;
for someone to share with
the beautiful sight of the setting sun.
Then you came and took the words 
out of my mouth and brought them to life.
But sometimes it hurts to think that 
with only a blink of an eye you too shall disappear,
because you are just too good to be true.

The Way You Make Me Feel

Do you know how it feels
when you take that leap
at the edge of a cliff?
That indescribable feeling
between falling and flying,
where rapture and fear combines.
Because that's how I always feel
every time I look into your eyes.

Match Me If You Can

Strip off your mask
and all the costumes you wore,
for I shall do the same.
Leave only your soul
that's been hiding underneath.
The one that
perfectly fits itself
with mine.

Beating Heart

Feel my lips 
against your skin
as it reverently 
speaks your name,
like a prayer 
of a desperate soul.
Feel my heart 
beat against your chest
as it matches 
the pace your heart makes,
as it tries to claw its way
out of my chest
to meld with yours.

Wanna feel your beating heart tonight

before the bleeding sun comes alive

I want to make the best of what is left and hold tight

and hear my beating heart one last time

before daylight

To The A**hole Who Bruised My Sister's Heart

Screw you. 

I know you might think that this has nothing to do with me and I should just keep out of the way. Well, think again. Think about how after everything you did, you still have all your important parts and basically, you're still alive. Did you notice that? Well, that's me getting out of the way. Comprende? 

Just to give you a piece of my mind and a bit of unsolicited advise, hear me out. The thing is, I did my best to like you for her sake. Hell, I even tried walking on eggshells around you just so she won't feel embarassed. But still, you ended up being a huge disappointment. A very, very huge disappointment. You are probably thinking that I don't know you well enough to have the right to judge you. So in a way, I've decided to just address this generally to all of the "Wounded Guys" out there.

Here's the thing. There's nothing wrong with looking for the perfect girl. The one who will fit you in all of the right places. The one who will accept you for who you are and will fill in whatever you are lacking. Your so-called missing piece. The problem is, you know what you're looking for but have you ever wondered what they could be looking for? I know you're probably thinking, "She's the right one if she'll accept me for who I am and she would never want to change me." That's good. Because that's what really love should be. Accepting the person for who s/he is no matter what. But, this accepting thing, it should work both ways, and not just for one person's benefit. So before you start getting into a relationship, look at yourself in the mirror first and think "Is this the kind of person that I'd be willing to accept? Is this the best that I could offer?"

Hold your horses though before you get wild. What I mean here is that you don't have to be perfect because all of us have our own flaws. It's good if you are aware of them, but that'll never be enough. You should do something about it and not just rely on the other person's acceptance because, admit it or not, if you see these same flaws that you have on other people, I'm quite sure you wouldn't be able to stand it too. Before you demand something from someone, think deep. Ask yourself, "Would I also be able to give it if the other person demands the same thing from me?" Seriously, for a guy who claims that the girl he's dating is acting immaturely, look at yourself first. Oh come on! All those whiny social media posts about how life sucks and how you're sacrificing alot just for the sake of this so-called passion for the profession that you chose? I mean, seriously? Grow up kid! Begging for sympathy, for something that is supposedly a part of the life path you chose, is not on the list of how real mature people handle their problems. They know that it's part of life and they accept it for what it is. A challenge. A way to make themselves a better person. And they do something about it. They act on it. They don't just whine around and wait for other people to fix it for them, or worse, to expect other people to understand all their sorrows all-the-freakin-time.

So to end this supposedly short rant of mine, I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at what you did. In the end, I just feel a little bit sad because you betrayed the trust and friendship of a very nice person. I hope you'd soon learn your lessons before it gets too late. Here's to hoping and wishing you a good life.

The Truth About Forever

***This was supposed to be our post for the new moon but I'm just posting it now here in my blog. Sorry. ^o^v

 

The truth about forever? I'm quite sure no one really knows what forever really is. When will it really end? I remember a few years ago, probably around four or five years ago, I wrote a post regarding "Promise and Forever". basically, it's about how people who fell in love tend to make promises that they'd love each other till the end of time, although only a few of them were really able to keep that promise.

You might find it a bit ironic that for someone who constantly writes about love and other emotional stuff, I still feel cynical about the concept of forever. I remember when I wrote before that I'd rather have someone tell me that they love today than telling me that they will love me forever and ever. Why? Well for starters, I believe that when some people make this promise, they tend to get overly confident that the person they made that promise to will believe it and hold on to it. That even if that person (the one who made the promise) sometimes act like a jerk or a bitch towards the other person (the one whom the promise was made to) that person should just sit still and wait just because of that f***in promise of forever. The thing is, they tend to take that promise as an assurance that no matter what they do or don't do, the other one should just take that promise by faith. Sometimes they tend to think that "I already made that promise so I can act brashly today because I got a whole lifetime to make up for it." and later on all their petty fights will pile up and will end up hating the sight of each other because both were expecting that each will meet their end of the bargain but weren't able to.

Don't get me wrong though, I still believe in love. But not the forever kind. I'd rather have the everyday kind. The one where you can truthfully say to the other person that "Hey, I love you today but later this day I might be an ass and you'd hate my guts but I'd make it up to you later. I'd even love you more with everything I could. That I can promise. ;)" 

So there. I'm in a bit of a time crunch right now so I'd probably just get back to this topic some other time.

Happy New Moon everyone! ;)

 

 

***Anyway, the one posted below was the piece that I wrote which I mentioned above. And I got it wrong, it was only three years ago. haha! ;)

 

PROMISE AND FOREVER

August 28, 2012 at 11:00pm

 

Promise and Forever. Two of the most common words used by people, especially when they are professing their love and lifelong commitment to someone who's most important to them. Guiltily, I'm one of the people who gets all giddy and giggly over some of the cheesy lines on romantic movies/novels. But still, there's a part of me that tends to be quite cynical over some things. And Promise and Forever are part of it.

Promise. We usually say it everytime we want someone to believe us that what we are saying is true. Saying "I promise that I will never leave you." has probably more conviction than "I will never leave you.", isn't it?  But people nowadays are trying to make a "work-around-it" just so the power of the word promise would be less impossible, making it more realistic or within our control (i.e. promises are meant to be broken). I guess that's why promising something concrete like, "I promise I will buy you a toy." is a lot easier than promising something abstract like emotions. Telling someone "I promise to love you." could be frightening not only to the one who said it, but also to the one whom that person said it to. Because, admit it or not, you would want to believe it no matter how surreal it could be, right?

And on to the word Forever. Forever. I wonder who has ever experienced forever. Is there anyone out there who have witnessed forever? I've watched a lot of movies, read a lot of books, witnessed a lot of real life stories and still, everything has an end. Everything always ends. I wonder what the word forever is trying to give us. Is it a sense of stability? or just hope. Hope that somehow, that something "good" we have right now would always remain. Just like forever. 

Promise and Forever. I guess it's not only common, but I it could be two of the most dangerous words you could ever say. Especially when you use it side by side with the word love. Maybe if you say these words to someone who doesn't mean so much to you, won't make you feel any anxiety at all. But when you say it to someone who's become a part of your life, it would be a terrifying experience. But in a good way. A terrifyingly good way. Because you would want to keep that promise. And that person, forever.

As for me. (I know, who am I to talk when I've never been there. But this is my post so what do I care? XD). As for me, I prefer the words "today" or "right now". Saying "I love you today" is a lot more comforting for me than the words "I love you forever". Because the anxiety surrounding the word forever just bugs the hell out of me. For me, it makes some people too much comfortable for their own good. That since they already promised their undying love to the other person, they could just make up for what they are lacking today the next day because they believe that they have forever on their side. And so on and on and on, until they get fed up with each other then hate each other forever too. And, "I love you today" makes more sense for me because tomorrow "I may hate you", but later that day, or the next day, I can say "I love you again right now."  Did I make any sense?? =P
 

Take My Hand

They were sitting on the sand, watching the sun dipping low,
as it sets off a splash of colors across the sky.

He reached out, but before he could touch her, she pulled back.

"Why won't you let me hold your hand?" he asked

She turned her face towards his and said,
"My hands are sweaty and grimy with sand. Just let it be."
"And isn't it enough already that I'm sitting right here beside you?"

Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her away from the shore
towards the beckoning warmth of the sea.
Once they reached the shallow waters, he stopped and turned around to face her,
his body protecting her against the waves crashing against his back.
This time, when he searched for her hand once more,
he kept it underneath the waves and held on to it as he pulled her close,
his lips pressed closely against her ears,
tasting the salt water dripping across her cheeks.

"How about this, is this better?" he whispered in a teasing voice.
 

With a burst of happiness and laughter bubbling inside her,
she tried to keep it in and just nodded her head against his.
He pulled back, just far enough so he can look into her eyes,
his eyes filled with amusement at first, then suddenly turned solemn as he spoke,

"When will you understand that I'll never get enough of you?
That being near you is not enough to sate this need of touching you.
That each time I get a taste of your lips, I'd always want more.
Do I always have to drag you here everytime I want to hold your hand?
Can't you see? I wouldn't mind the waves battering against my back
and the sting of salt water in my eyes,
if that's what it takes to just keep your hands in mine."

***I don't know why, but I've been getting bothered with a lot of "signs" about weddings lately. I'm sure I won't be the one who's getting married but please, whoever you are, show yourself because I can't handle the suspense anymore. :P

I Never Wanted To Go

Where is the good in saying the word
goodbye
if it will be the last word you'd say
to the one who showed you the beauty of
hello?
How do you expect a person to
fare well,
if each must take separate roads,
and once you do, 
you know your souls will be torn into shreds,
that nothing will ever
be the same again?

Scarecrow

I took your hand and we danced across the field,
with the grass brushing softly against my thighs.
A flock of crows circled around us,
stirring the wind over where we stood.
We circled and danced throughout the field,
against the breeze,
until I felt you slowly slipping away.
Until all that's left for me to hold on to
was the sweet scent of hay,
the scent of you,
and the summer breeze
that lingered on my fingertips.

source

Bottle It Up

Hi there everyone. Sorry if this post will be another edition of my most recent blabberings. It's just that, well, these past few days have been a little bit weird which always leaves a funny feeling in my gut, if you know what I mean. Anyway, as I'm writing this (although I'd probably post it the next day), I just got home from a spontaneous meet-up with Rhio (who else?:P) and for a couple of hours, we got to talk about alot of things. I know, I know, you're probably getting bored with me talking about the things we talked about but don't worry. I'll leave that for another day. For now, I'll just tell you about some of the things I've realized while we're talking.

Have I ever told you that until now, I still cannot believe that I'm already considered as one of the "grown-ups"? I admit, until now I'm still in that denial stage wherein I still believe that a long as I live underneath the roof of my parent's house, I'm still a kid. Just in case you're not familiar with our culture, let me explain a couple of things first.

In the Filipino culture, we believe in closely knit family ties. As far as I know, in other cultures, once you reach the age of 18, you're not the responsibility of your parents anymore. You can just pack your bags and leave without any need for explanations once you reach the legal age. But here, especially if you grew up in a house where all of your actions (and class schedules) were closely monitored, you may stay and live in the same house that you grew up in as long as you need (and if you have a job, it's also your responsibility to help pay with the bills). Without any fear of judgment from other people just because you're still living underneath your parent's roof. And that's why when I met up with Rhio to grab some dinner, I felt something quite different and a bit exhilarating. Because when we settled on our seats and started talking, I suddenly felt the need for a stronger drink and that's when I realized that, heck, we're already old enough to order a beer for ourselves. So that's why I asked her to order us a couple of drinks because seriously, with all my nerves getting a bit shaken up, I needed something to steady it. And that's just it. A beer.

I never thought that ordering a beer along with your dinner could send too many thoughts running across your head, especially if you've just done it for the first time. Some of you might not get this but growing up (and still living) in a house where you follow the traditional rules (i.e. no talking back to your parents, weekends are for the family especially Sundays where everyone must go to church, curfew hours even if you're in the working force already, which really I don't mind much since it gives me a reason to go home early, if you're going to be late you must send a message and make sure you're in time for dinner, and lastly, no drinking of alcohol in front of your parents especially if there's no occasion.) will always make you feel like you need to ask for permission first before you do something that usually only grown-ups will do, which as what I've said, like ordering a beer. Maybe that's one of the reasons why until now, I'm still not yet ready to give up my place as one of the younger children. Truth be told, by around 6:00, I was already expecting a message or a phone call from my mom asking me where I was, but surprisingly, it didn't get in until 7:00; which in some ways is still too early for a girl like me who was born and raised in the city that is practically etched at the back of my hand, right? I mean seriously, you can count the number of times I got home later than 12 midnight (that is not in the company of a family member) on the fingers of my one hand . I swear it on girl scouts' honor. Then now, here I am, grabbing a dinner with a beer on one hand and I keep on telling myself "Hey, just a reminder, you're old enough to do this so there's no need for you to look behind your back to check if your mom will suddenly pop out of nowhere just to ask you what the heck do you think you're drinking?". I guess if you've lived like this all your life, it's much harder to rub off of your system.

So this is me - an in denial grown-up who still believes that the things she does were all just part of playing the grown-up game. Sometimes, when I sign papers or make letters and stuff or do recommendations and consultations with parents regarding their kids' health, it still leaves me feeling a bit dazed afterwards. To think that these people actually listened to the words that I've said (which sometimes I  felt like I just memorized it from a textbook) still gives me the creeps because seriously, if they saw me for the kid that I really am inside, would they still heed my advice?

***I know this is basically way too much thinking just for a bottle of beer but well, welcome to my life. ;)

Internal Monologue

My mind's full to bursting
with all of these thoughts running,
running around my head and
straight to the tips of my fingers and tongue.
They each try to make it out first,
making the words come
stuttering over my lips,
yet the lulling sound of my fingertips
pressing through the keys
makes the most wonderful sound.
Hear my thoughts as they
silently scream to be heard out loud.

Temporary Shelter

We thought we made it
when we took shelter from the rain
inside this house that we built
on the side of the road.
We thought we made it,
when we filled it with
soft whispers and tender touches
all through the night.
We thought we made it,
until the morning light
lit the whole house and
made us see it for what it really was.
That this house we built,
with its three walls and a roof,
was never really meant to stay.

Pressure

I held my breath for quite sometime
for each breath I took
made the chains seem tighter.
I thought the pain was gone
when it all turned black.
I woke up to light of the sun
and with it came a sudden burst of hope.
Until I decided to take a deep breath 
and felt this tight pressure against
my chest once more and I realized too late
that the pain didn't go away.
It never really did.
The truth is,I just got used to it.

Change in pressure, I'm never gonna lie to you

Change in pressure, my broken veins say

that if my heart stops beating, we'll bleed the same way

Change in pressure, my broken veins say...

Let Me In

You've been freely handing out your love
like scraps of paper, acting like
you do not care whether the hands
that received it will keep it or throw it away.
All the love comes pouring out of your heart,
leaking through the unnoticeable
cracks and holes on it.
You kept on walking,
kept on handing it out as your eyes
anxiously searched for the one that
will curl its fingers around it.
You didn't see me walking behind you,
picking up all these scraps of paper
they've thrown away,
hopelessly wishing that you'd stop for awhile
just to let me in.
To let me into the warmth of you
as I try to patch the cracks and holes
with all of these scraps of paper
I've been picking around the town
while following you around.

Smells Like Teen Spirit

*** Hi everyone! Sorry if I've been out for a couple of days. Just needed to take a breather.  ^_^v

Some people believe that people change, while others claim, they never would. Well for me, I think it works both ways. I may have changed some of my attitude and outlooks in life each year yet the core of me still remains the same. Seriously, I'm still not much comfortable chatting and making small talk with people. God, I can still remember the time when my heart rate goes up, making me feel like I'm going to have an anxiety attack, every time the phone rings. But somehow, this previous year, I kind of gotten the hang of it. Now I believe that there's truth in the "Fake it till you make it" attitude. You can pretend to be brave even if deep inside your shaking and somehow, that's how the people around will perceive you. Then later on you'll realize that really, there's nothing to be scared about. Yet, I'm still not over my fear with new people. We can safely say that until now, I'm still quite faking it. :P

I remember last weekend, me and Rhio spent the day babysitting my sister and niece while they took a dip in the pool, and we just chatted about random stuff (which truthfully, all we ever do lately. Seriously, until now we wonder how we never run out of things to talk about.:P) Anyway, we talked about alot of changes that happened to us within a year and weirdly enough, the people that we were still remains the same. Before, we were this pair of silly girls making silly videos and writing about silly stuff and now, here we are, still the same pair of silly girls with silly dreams, but somehow taking their responsibilities more seriously. It's like we're still dreaming about these silly dreams but then, the decisions we make in achieving them has gotten more practical. Don't get me wrong though, we still love doing these silly things that we usually do, but we try to balance them now with our responsibilities.

Whenever I try to picture the people I've been before, I find myself quite amused and a bit sentimental. I see this little girl in her floral dress, somberly sitting on her chair while the other kids where running and playing around. Then there's this tomboyish high school kid who opted to join the CAT (it's like a basic military thingy for highschoolers) rather than learning how to put on make-up which most of the girls her age did. And there goes this angsty, rebellious, eye-liner wearing punk kid in college who managed to retain the air of responsibility while at home. The one who ditched her classes every time the professor pisses her off yet somehow managed to get good grades in spite of it. Now, I see myself a combination of all these people. Like a rebel kid lurking behind the starched uniform of a responsible adult, just waiting for the right moment to step out and wreck havoc. The part goody two shoes and part punk kid who spontaneously does something outrageous just to break the monotony of her life.

With all of these changes I've been through, it makes me feel like a driver with no road maps. I don't know where I'm headed or what's waiting for me around the corner. I don't know if I should cross the road or if I should take the turn. I don't know who I'll become tomorrow, or the next year, or the year after that. All I know is that I will keep my foot on the gas pedal and will probably raise my hands to let go of the steering wheel from time to time just to tempt fate to take me wherever it will dare me to. As my favorite line from the movie Meet the Robinsons says: "Keep moving forward."

***While writing this one, I remembered an article of Patti Smith when she interviewed Johnny Depp and she asked him what happened to the characters he played once he's done doing the film and he said:

"They're all still there, which on some level can't be the healthiest thing in the world. But, no, they're all still there. I always picture it as this chest of drawers in your body - Ed Wood is in one, the Hatter is in another, Scissorhands is in another...The weirdest thing is that I can access them. They're still very close to the surface." 

Hi everyone! It's me, Rhio! Jhun will be back on Monday with her regular posts. Happy weekend! :)

The Hundredth Day

A hundred days has come and gone
yet this quest of mine
still has a long way to run.
These wandering feet will never cease
in taking their turns until they ease
this wanderlust that's rushing
underneath my skin.

Give Me Love

Move a little closer
and lean your head against mine.
Press your salted cheeks 
against my bleeding lips
and I wouldn't mind the sting.
If that's what it takes
to dry off the tears from your eyes.
If that's what it takes
to make the hurting inside of me stop.
Believe me when I say
you're the one thing I'd never give up.

Plié, Chassé, Jeté

Traversing through the graveled path 
on feet clad in beat-up sneakers caked with mud.
Marching its way towards a patch of land
with nothing but grass and wildflowers at hand.
The sunlight streaking through 
the branches of century old trees swaying, 
the shadows creating the illusion of old souls dancing.
She wiped the dirt off her pretty, plain face;
before taking a curtsy as she took her place.
For a moment, she is not the dirt-stricken girl clad
in worn out jeans and beat up sneakers caked in mud.
For in this secret world that she keeps,
she can wear her tutu and pointe shoes at ease.

The Crazed Girl

She is the crazed girl
with the frozen smile,
who dances to the beat 
of the rain pattering
on the rooftops over her head,
or to the tune of the song
playing inside her mind.
To the untrained eye 
her smiling lips 
might seem unmoving, 
but if you watch her closely,
you could see them 
slightly whispering.
Praying for the day 
that her restless feet
might soon tire out,
from all of these prancing
and wandering about,
that soon she may find
the reason to hold still.

*** A tip of the hat to one of the poets I admire, Mr. W.B. Yeats. Just borrowing the title from one of his poems. ;)

Music Festival

Hallellujah! It feels good to be back! After a week of enforced Sabbatical leave (and queued up posts ^o^v), I'm back again to writing stuff on a daily basis. Seriously, I never thought I'd miss this routine of mine wherein I get to write whatever it is I'm feeling for the day. I kinda hated how I was forced to schedule up posts for the previous week but what can I do, desperate times call for desperate measures. :P Now, let's get back to work. ;)

 

He stood there beside her under the flashing lights as she watched in awe at the band playing across the stage. It's not the bodies mashing against them nor the blaring music that thunders through his ears that caused his heart to dance with the fast beat though. Rather, it's the sight of her as she watched in pure rapture while she sings with the crowd even though he cannot understand a single word coming out of her lips that took his breath away.

Even as she swayed her body to the tune, her body seemed more aware of the presence beside her. She felt him hold her hand and twined his fingers through hers and she held on tight as she danced her way closer to his warmth.

No two bodies can seem more different than the two of them.
Him - standing still while holding her hand.
Her - dancing around while holding his.
Yet, no two souls can be as one as theirs.
 
With his other hand he fumbled inside his pocket jeans and once he found what he was looking for, tugged her hand and splayed wide their fingers and wordlessly slipped a ring through one of hers. She looked at him in surprise until surprise turned into rapture. She pulled him to her and as she kissed him with unbridled passion, wordlessly answering his unspoken question. The set came into an end and the crowd started screaming around as if they too were cheering for them.
 
This is on the top of her bucket list.
She is the only one on his.

 

*** The 1975 playing during the Reading Festival last Aug 2014. 

This is my video inspiration for this post. ;) 

Somehow, the scene kind of unfolded while I was watching this. :P

The Speech

***Hello there everyone! It's me Rhio taking over just for today to post this speech that Jhun made for me. Hope you are all having a wonderful Easter day! Oh and Happy Full Moon day too! And if you want to read what I wrote for Jhun, please click on the link. ;)


Hi there everyone. Truthfully, I don't have any idea how to make speeches, more importantly, a wedding speech. So I hope I wouldn't say anything inappropriate here.;)

Anyway, to start off, let me congratulate first the newly weds who, after years and years of searching and plotting on maps, finally found each other. Kudos to you guys. 

So first off - to the groom. Congratulations and I wish you all the luck and the patience in the world. I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into because when she became my friend, I didn't have a choice. So from here onward, she's basically your responsibility. She may be quite a handful (oh don't I just know it), but I'm pretty sure you're up to it. Trust me when I say that she can make you crazy at times - well, make that most of the time - but trust me also when I say that it'll all be worth it. She may seem like a fragile little thing that always needs to be protected but truth be told, you can trust her with your life because she'll do her best to protect it even if she has to sacrifice hers along the way. Don't be afraid of sharing with her your burdens because with a heart as big as hers, she can handle it. Whenever you face trials as husband and wife, there's no need for you to shelter her behind your back. Just hold her hand and keep her beside you and she will bravely face them with you. So just a simple reminder: Don't expect her to be the nagger-kind-of-wife. I assure you, she won't ask for much. She won't need for you to be anything, to be the courageous Superman or the filthy rich intellectual Batman or even the quite temperamental Hulk. All she'll ever need from you is for you to be you. A couple of surprises here and there wouldn't hurt though, like a trip across Europe or even a Caribbean cruise would probably suffice. Just kidding. A bit. But basically yeah, just be yourself. Always remember that it's you whom she fell in love with and not the material stuff that you could give her. Trust me on this. On Girl Scouts' honor. :)

To the bride. To the sister of my heart. :)  What more can I say? After all the silly phases we've been through, you finally found the one who'll never let go of your hand no matter how many times you trip over your own feet. You don't know how relieved I am for finally, I can wash my hands of you.:P Kidding aside, this is just the beginning though. More is yet to come, but I know that you can make it through no matter what. Especially now that you have someone you can wholly share yourself with. I can easily see you bravely shouting out to the void "Bring it on!" while you are holding on to him. And it makes me glad. Don't batter yourself too much though about the things you don't know about yet. You'll learn them along the way. But the most important part is that you learn them together. Don't rush yourself into things. You'll get there in time. Enjoy each step you take with each other because you can never take the same step twice. Cherish it. Live it. Savor it. Because once you get yourselves a bunch of runts along the way, you'll need something to remind you why the hell you wanted this anyway. Just kidding. Again. Sorry for that.:P But there's some truth in it, ayt? Always remind yourselves that the reason you are where you are right now, and that is beside each other, is because you wanted to, because you love each other. Not because you had to, just for the sake of staying together. From now on, you should stop thinking as two separate people with different paths because now, you are a single unit. You are "husband and wife", not "a husband" and "a wife". Someday soon, this "husband and wife" unit will turn into a "mother and father" unit. And I'm sure, you will do just fine. In fact, you will be more than just fine. You will be wickedly awesome.

So cheers to the newly weds.

And to the first runt that will come along the way. Probably in about 9 months time, maybe? ;)

Rescue Breathing

If I will hold my breath
for the pain of you not here
becomes unbearable,
will you come to my rescue
and breathe back into my lungs
the air that you took
the first time your lips
laid on mine?

Silent Prayer

Heavens forbid the day
that the sun shall set
or the moon shall rise
for the last time
without my seeing a glimpse
of your shadow or
a flicker of your smile.
Heavens hear my silent plea,
a silent wish of a longing soul.
For my frozen fingertips
to finally meet the warmth of your skin
as it reaches out across
miles of empty space in between.

How Can I Not Love You

Your face begins to fade
from some of my fondest memories;
yet the pain brought by
a simple thought of you
remains the same.
How can I keep myself from drowning,
if it's in the sea of you
I always find myself sinking in to?

Dream of Me

Close your eyes and
off you go,
to the place where
our souls could meet.
Take a step towards me
and I shall meet
you more than halfway,
if needed be.
If only I could hold you I would,
if that's the only way
I could keep you away
from all of the pain.
For holding you close
is also what I need
to keep my own ache at bay.
So close your eyes
and I shall do the same,
and off we'd go the place
where our souls could meet
while our bodies rest
in a peaceful sleep.