Remember me in your prayers.
Cleanse my name through your solitude and contemplation.
At least, do me this favor.
That I may fully understand why you’ve chosen this devotion over me.
Don’t Forget My Name
Monthly Archives: November 2015
A Mole on One’s Foot
There is a Filipino superstition where a mole on one’s foot means the person loves adventure. Often times describes as “layas”, “gala” and “lakwatero/lakwatsera” (travelers and wanderers) that often goes anywhere just for the sake of being outside the house.
It may lead them somewhere big, thanks to their mole!
This is a journal of her travels and wanderings.
I Am Wilderness
The forest always fills me with awe. The smell of the wild air, moss and earth feels like some heavenly scent for me. The wild flowers are amazing and gorgeous. And beneath the depths of the earth hide their roots, crawling to the deepest part of the crust, always working in mystery.
Despite being surrounded by tall trees, I never felt that I am small. Somehow, I know, everything arounds me, breathes with me. And I am no more or less than the wild. I am one of them.
My Bus Ride
As I step inside the bus,
As it moves its wheels,
To somewhere, somewhere,
Wherever the road leads us, I wonder.
As the view from the window changes,
As the wind blew on my face,
We are far, far away,
Excitement fills the air, my eyes wander.
How sad it is for some,
That only thought of their destination,
Who can’t feel the anticipation,
The surprise that may come along the way.
As I sit inside the bus,
I wonder what stories I pass by.
I try to look at everything,
Though so fast, I’m trying.
Tough how many hours I must sit,
Even all I can see were just trees,
I enjoy every minute of it,
Oh, how the bus sings in its own beat.
And whenever the ride is finished,
Feels like I’m saying goodbye to an old friend.
Until next time,
I will travel,
I will travel,
And I will see each story I pass by,
Though so fast, I will.
Midnight
Lights off,
the world is sleeping.
Dogs howl,
cricket’s watching.
The stream flows;
Soft whispers;
Rain falls,
it gives shivers.
A woman sleeps;
A man is naked.
Stars wink,
trees faded.
Curtains down;
Music is low.
Old man’s breathing,
a silent moan.
Painful cry;
Hurrying footsteps.
A knock on the door
Unveiling secrets.
From The Woman You Don’t Wan’t to Marry
To my man,
I love to travel. You must understand. I want to feel the breeze of the wind and face all the adventures this life can offer. The four corners of the office bores me to death. The numbers I’m dealing with every single day brings me more stress than any problems I’m facing in my everyday life. It slowly kills me.
I need to live my life. You must understand. I am not born to live a life dictated by other people. I’ve live my life suppressing all my dreams and sacrificing my passions in order to give the best for my family. I’ve live my younger years dealing with problems a twelve-year-old shouldn’t supposed to face. But I have my own life. It’s not you who chose, it’s not them who decide but me.
I love freedom. You must understand. I am born to explore; meet other people, learn new things, understand other cultures and make friends. The more you held me tight, the more I will break free; the more I will take a step farther away, until you cannot reach me anymore. Until I am no further to be seen.
I am independent. You must understand. How I dealt my life without a father. I have grown to become a strong woman I am now. I can manage on my own. I rarely asks for help when I can still do it. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have weaknesses. It makes me cling more and love more as much as I love to do things on my own.
I am an artist. You must understand. I am passionate about my arts. I love to mess with paint on early mornings. I love to read and indulge myself into a book until midnight. I love to sing loud and dance to the rhythm of the beatbox. I am often preoccupied in my daydreams and imaginations that filled me with colors. It makes me happy and I really hope you do understand.
I am loyal. You must understand. While living a life that is not predictable, that is always on the move, I just want to tell you that I am still a friend, a person you can still count on. You’re still the one I think of before I go to sleep under the bed of stars on top of a mountain or while listening to the waves of the sea on the beach, wishing and hoping you are the one I’m spending this solitude with. Hoping that the stars would finally make you see the beauty I see in them.
I am still your lover. You must understand. How I’d love to smell your hair, hear your voice, held your face, look into your eyes and still see why I had loved you with all my heart. That up to now, the universe still whispers your name into my ears and still feel the excitement — and all the pain that comes with it.
I still miss you. You must understand. The way I’ve seen you from a distance and the urge I felt to go to where you are and hold your hand is stronger than the actions I’ve shown. They say actions speak louder than words, but when actions might hurt the ones you love, you’re left t to choose to stay rather than show the love you had. They say love must be fought, against all odds, but sometimes, love is better when it is sacrificed.
I still love you. You must understand. But I am never meant to be a prisoner of your heart. Because I am meant to see the world. It is the same world I wished I’ll see together with you. I still love you, I do but if you don’t understand, I know I’ll be happy still without you.
From the woman you hide from the world,
the woman you don’t want to marry.
-jle2015