Beautiful Addiction

Ever since our eyes met, I knew you were the one

The one who will carry me up, and put me down

Who will kiss me good night, and tell me he loves me

Every night, every day, every second of the way

You’ll say you love me, and so do I

You were my prince, my angel in the sky
You were my friend, and you were my foe,
and I knew it all along

You are my beautiful addiction
You carry me up, and put me down
I push you away, and yet, I call you my lover

My beautiful addiction
just say you love me
and let me go

The Stages of Life

Yesterday, I was a child; today, I am a youth; tomorrow, I’ll be an old woman. Life is but stages, and the passage of time is inevitable. The person I was will never exist again. I reminisce over my previous life, and wish I could go back again, to relive the happy times, and to fix things that went wrong.

Alas, no matter how much I wish to go back and redo things, it will not feel right. Things are never the same again. Experiences change, people change, and most importantly, feelings change.

So I look on ahead of me. Live the moment; and hope for the future.

Old Friend

He put his ear against the earth and called, “Old friend, come back here; old friend, I miss you.” “I think of you every moment of the day. Oh, restless soul. What have I done to you?”

“Forgive me old friend. I should’ve known better.”

“I wish I could turn back time, and undo everything that I have done. I tried to come clean, but I gave up too soon, and I dragged you with me into the abyss.”

“I watched you burn. I watched you weep, but I pretended not to see.”

“Old friend, forgive me.”

He wakes up at night in a cold sweat. His heart beating fast, he could barely breath. He picks up the phone and tries to call. But reality strikes and he remembers then, that his friend is no longer here.

“Oh weary soul, I loved you. Because of you, I walked through fire and came out alive. But why haven’t you?” He wondered why wasn’t he who died. He missed his friend, his brother, his strength, and raging fire.

He prays here on his knees, to his friend that was once a living soul, and he says: “Old friend, I miss you.”

Please Remember Me

As the clock is ticking, salvation escapes me. It seems further and further away as I try to grasp its end with my outstretched hands.

I call for it with all my might with no avail. I implore whomever there maybe, to save me from the darkness that shrouds my whole being; turning me into an aimless zombie walking the surface of this earth.

“Somebody, please help me,” I call out…”save me.”
I beg forgiveness for all the sins that I have committed

Oh how fragile is the human heart when faced with such calamity!
“Please remember me; somebody please.”

I have tilled this sorrow deep within me, and this dark night seems endless.
“How shall I prevail?”

“Somebody please remember me. Pray for me. An unfortunate soul drowned in the deepest pits of darkness. A bottomless precipice.”

“Please remember me.”

What about life?

Life is there to be experienced. Look at the sun; feel the breeze; dance in the rain; remember to smile; don’t fear pain; build your dreams; and fall in love. This is life as it ought to be lived.

Pillar of my Soul

When I drowned in the depths of darkness
When I lost the last thread of hope
When my faith collapsed and turned into a heap of stones and dust

There you were.
A star leading my way in the midst of a pitch-black night
You were the moon that lit up the night sky with an endless silver light
You were the mighty mountain giving me strength to hold on

In the stillness of the night you came.
Silently into the depths of my soul
“I am here,” you said...“Always here, just bear it a bit more.”

You were my raging fire
driving me foreword to a future I dare not say
to a place I’ve only dreamt of

“I am here,” you said…”just hold on”
“Cast your doubts and go”
“Life is but a test and you shall prevail”
“Just hope and go on. Trust in God and go.”
“Spread your wings and fly”

I was a lost soul
and yet you gave me wings to fly
and put a smile on a face etched with crystal tears.

You are my eyes. You are the blood flowing in my veins. You are the pillar of my soul.

A fighter. That’s what you are.

Sometimes you put on your armor, and you march into the battlefield with your head held up high. You raise your mighty sword and fight like a lion. The battlefield is your kingdom. You reign over it. You own it.

The fire in your heart lights the night sky a crimson red.

You fight on and on, and you triumph against all odds.

At other times you struggle. You could barely lift your sword. Your shield weighs you down, and you falter. Your terrified you might lose. You cry tears of blood, and your wounds reopen. “What then?” you ask yourself. “What then?”

You go on fighting. You keep on moving. You came this far ahead and you can’t stop now. So, you fight.

You fight, when the sun is high in a cloudless sky.

You fight, in the midst of a great tempest.

You fight, with the strength of a raging fire.

And when you feel that your knees are about to buckle, and you’re about to collapse. Remember that you have been standing all this while, and you wouldn’t die in vain.

At least you fought till the end.

You lived a fighter. You died a fighter, and you shall be remembered as one, because that’s what you are.