A Pocket Full of Reverie

In every time I feel down, I slide down my hands to my pocket then look straight to the ground. It is one way for me to reflect and recognize that I made mistake this time. I am off track to my priorities.

There are many times that I have met someone along the way that will become a part of my normal routine. Then I get dependent to that person. When hard times crushed my inner feelings and emotions, I broke down and cry for a moment. I savor defeat for I will welcome success in the future.

My pockets are where my dreams are. I reached to them whenever I get distracted from achieving these dreams. When I would tell people bout my dream, they would say, "It's 8 a.m., you should be awake by now." It ain't impossible for me. I do believe in myself.

Do you believe in yourself? Do you ever plan things and make you achieve that dream or goal in life?

Remembering Ashley Spencer

I don't know Ashley Spencer. I met her through twitter. She talks about her baby girl. She talks about her son. I like the way she talks about kids because I love kids.

When I first read at twitter from @acomputerpro that Ashley Spencer died of accident. I knew she was @ashPEAmama. She just gave birth.

This is one side of social networking that I love, people who doesn't care wherever they are, cared for those buddies they've met online. I love twitter community.

I will for sure miss @ashPEAmama.


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Goodbye My Lover

James Blunt- Goodbye my lover
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Secrets

There are a lot of times when you are in a situation when you would want to tell the truth but it isn't the right time to tell the truth. As days would go on, you seemed to think you were alright and everything go on a straight line. There was nothing ahead on that road. You thought your secret could not be revealed. You thought your planned went so well that nobody seems to asked questions about it. But really, you just thought about it.

Honestly, if I were in that situation I would do the same. Keep the secret to myself. Told no one about it. And I would feel lonely everyday. The reason why people are here is because few of them are meant for us, to listen to us, to mentor us, to love us, and to understand us. I am sure there are a lot of these few people can do for us.

Do not underestimate the hands of God. If it is meant to be, it is meant to be. I for one would ask through prayer if this person is the right person to tell my sob stories. To tell my secrets and to tell my happiness.

I know not everyone will agree with me because you should leave some secrets to yourself. I agree to that. But a secret that is making you go down has to be told.

"Lose lips, sinks ships", only when you've said your stories to the wrong person. So how I can tell if this person is the right one? That's the power of prayer and the power to trust the person.

You know who that person is. Tell him or her. Two heads are better than one. Working by two is more fun.

What now (Heartbreak Poem) ?

By Edoria

I looked forward to sleep.
Sometimes I dream, and you are there.
And then
I realize,
Here's the reality of my life I've come to hate.
Careless whispers heated the coldness of my smile.
Once upon a time,
Long sexy strokes of confidence coloured my skin,
Because then,
You were there.
I don't know if I'll ever forget
How you made everything to me
Seem complete.
You were the passion underneath the harshness of those tidal waves.
They used to sink me and drown me.
And then,
You gave your breath to me,
And then
I tasted the sweet flavor of life.
Now, I need to break the intricate web,
You have woven around me.
Safety cradles me like a soft lullaby.
But then,
That was the only song I wanted to hear.
And then, you threw it away.
Bittersweet sensations,
Lingered like an unwanted scar.
You hid me far away from the painful truth,
And then
You tossed your heart high into the nighttime sky.
Far enough,
I cried because I couldn't see it.
Now, I look forward to sleep.
I can dream,
When you were there.
But like love insatiable,
You remain where memories call like haunting winds.

The end of love, the start of pain

The end of love, the start of pain
The blood from my heart that now aches, stains
With the thought of your image, the thought of you care
Devoted to another, whilst my spirit is bare
Where am I to go, where is my hope now
Am I no longer important like our dedicated vows
You promised to always be there, and love me no matter what
But it seems you’ve moved on, loved another and forgot
The breakdown of our relationship, the break of my poor heart
You punctured it with your cruel ways; you stabbed it with a dart
You took away my faith, my dreams, I now have nothing left
My happiness has disappeared; a brutal act of theft
You promised to always be there, but now it all depends
On if you’ve found another love and when my heartache ends

(Poem courtesy of www.blessedwithlove.com and the picture is courtesy of www.deviantart.com)

BATTLE'S END

My female wiles were worthless.
The good they've done me nil.
I tried with all I have in me,
But I have lost you still.

My stubbornness was useless,
For you were stubborn too.
My tears, my pleas, as if to space,
went sailing right by you.

So now, I guess that I will wait,
For time can cure my pain.
I must convince my foolish heart.
You won't be back again.

B. V. Dahlen ©

My Version of the Jerry Maguire Movie

I love him.

I do! I love him,
and I don't care what you think.

I love him for the man he wants
to be, and for the man he almost is.

I love him, Laurel. I love him .
-Dorothy Boyd

Do you love her...?
Don't tell me you don't know.
-(Jerry Maguire's friend)

I don't want her to go.
We've been hanging out a lot.
-(Jerry Maguire)

That's bullshit!
You've got to be fair to her.

She loves you. If you don't
love her, you've got to tell her
-(Jerry Maguire's friend)

What if we stay together?

What if we got married?
Would you stay?
-(Jerry Maguire)

No, don't do that. Don't say that.
Well... say it if you want to.
-Dorothy Boyd

Will you marry me?
-(Jerry Maguire)

Laurel! We're getting married.
-Dorothy Boyd

Loyalty... she was loyal.
                   
Everything... grew from there.
                   
It just... grew from there.
-(Jerry Maguire)

I jumped at your proposal
when it was still just hypothetical.

I did this, and at least
I can do something about it now.
-Dorothy Boyd

Although in the real movie of Jerry Maguire, they both end up together but with my story, we don't and we can't possibly be back with each other.

I can say I did everything to get even. I've read stories on how to turn things bad for someone who broke your heart. I know I should be hating the enemy. And these season, the holidays, birthdays coming up which I think are special, the supposed to be wedding day. Yes, men are enemies. But I have a confession to make. I love the enemy. So I would say I should just let it be.

I have to move on, I know that. I have to find someone who will tell me, I complete his life.

This will be my last post of being an "EMO" this month. I will be posting pictures that depicts my agony instead. I think I have said enough. I'll post poems, songs and anything I can find. I'll make my own designs for this feeling. I am sorry I like writing it down and since nobody in the physical world would listen to me, the internet is now my listener.

Thank you for reading.

I Am So Proud of Myself

I am so proud of myself that I was able to give love to someone. He may or not deserve such love still I am the one giving it and it is so pure. For 4 years, I am so proud to say, I never ever think of looking for another one. I am so happy I was involved with this person and it really is the nicest thing ever happened. It even lead me to the point of actually setting up the date of when is the wedding. It is both agreed and we even talked about how strong we are last Christmas.

Although it had to end, I am so proud that it happened to me. I am so proud I was able to make memories that I can keep. Memories that will somehow make me giggle when remembered.

I won't deny my feelings. I do loved him and even now, I still do love him. He will be part of me. I guess, the next great thing is finding the "right" one again. Isn't it an adventure?