Live Positively In This Negative World

I just wanna share this poem l wrote last week. I made this because I tried to encourage my brother. I hope as you read this, you’ll be encouraged also.
The title is: Live Positively In This Negative World.

I will still smile whenever life tells me to frown.

My failures will teach me about success.

I will wait even if it means forever.

My brokenness will make me whole.

My heartaches will let me love again.

My tears are doors to my laughter.

I will be prosperous after my regression.

I shall be filled again after my emptiness.

All my dreams will re-live after decay.

I will find joy in my grief.

There is faith within my doubts.

Because my God, who loves me best even at my worst,

Tells me to live positively in this negative world…

By My Hidden Soul

♥ Call Him.. Call Your First Love ♥

Ever tried calling someone whom you know will answer? Your soul faints, your heart misses him. Then finally, he came telling how much he misses you too. You listen to a song that reminds you of his promises–never failing and endless– and he keeps on whispering I love you.

How could you live without him? How could you sing and write when the only melody you produce and the only word you say is him?  Without him, you’re dead coz he is the source of your life. He is your life, your survival, your only hope, and your light.

Once, you said you’re fine with your gold, and with your silver you can be happy. But on his love, you will find more than a diamond or a pearl; something you can call serenity. Tomorrow won’t be forever; all these things shall pass away. But he promises he’ll always stay.

You thought he’s gone and has forgotten you. Flowers stopped blooming for you, no more birds’ chirping in the mornings. And as the snowflakes find its ending on the ground, it becomes the starting point of your helplessness. Coldness creates emptiness.

Call him again, promise, he’ll answer. He never forgets you, but forgets your shortcomings instead. All these things have been erased by his love that keeps no record of your past. Now stand up and have hope… the hope you used to have. Start remembering him.. call him.. call your first love.

-yam’s hidden soul-

Costly Heart

This is my most favorite poem by Lena Lathrop. I cried when I first read this. It shows how a woman’s heart cannot be won easily. I hope as girls will read this, they will set their standards high because their love, their heart, is the costliest thing in the world. And guys too, would not take advantage of hurting us because we are meant to be loved truly and not to be hurt. Grand, Pure and True. ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH TO ANSWER?

A WOMAN’S QUESTION

Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing
Ever made by the hand above?
A woman’s heart, and a woman’s life–
And a woman’s wonderful love.

Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing
As a child might ask for a toy?
Demanding what others have died to win
With the reckless dash of a boy.

You have written my lesson of duty out,
Manlike, you have questioned me.
Now stand at the bars of my woman’s soul
Until I shall question thee.

You require your mutton shall always be hot,
Your socks and your shirt be whole;
I require your heart be as true as God’s stars
And as pure as His heaven your soul.

You require a cook for your mutton and beef,
I require a far greater thing;
A seamstress you’re wanting for socks and shirts—
I look for a man and a king.

A king for the beautiful realm called Home,
And a man that his Maker, God,
Shall look upon as he did on the first
And say: “It is very good.”

I am fair and young, but the rose may fade
From this soft young cheeck one day;
Will you love me then, ‘mid the falling leaves
As you did ‘mong the blossoms of May?

Is your heart an ocean so strong and true,
I may launch my all on its tide?
A loving woman finds heaven or hell
On the day she is made a bride.

I require all things that are grand and true,
All things that a man should be;
If you give this all, I would stake my life
To be all you demand of me.

If you cannot be this, a laundress and cook
You can hire and little to pay;
But a woman’s heart and a woman’s life
Are not to be won that way.

A poem for me

I miss writing poems… haha… last night, before I slept, I made a poem for me… I said: “I always make poems for other people. Why not try making for myself? But the person speaking is someone else… He may be a man, a cat, a chair… whatever…heheh…”

(”ayan, ang labo ko na naman!”)

I saw a lady, she was dressed in pink and green

She wears a smile like a sweet tangerine.

I could not believe, I thought I was dreaming,

She has this halo and two beautiful wings,

‘Coz she’s an angel that the heaven brings.

I could still remember her voice,

As soft as the air as it moists.

And in my heart, it clearly echoes,

The sound of her gentle mellows,

As quiet and as fine as the night’s shadows.

The loveliness behind this mystery,

Has captured me to think very clearly:

“Who’s this girl in rosy wardrobe and smells like water lilly?

What’s her name, she’s very pretty…

She’s like a goddess in the green valleys.”

She sat on the rocks of smiles,

As she she has this joy in her face brought by li’l butterflies.

Her life was as peace as the blue skies

Where she walks a thousand miles,

And goes to the places she likes.

I saw her eyes in wonder happiness,

When she touched my life in shallow loneliness.

For once I was prison, I was loveless,

I have nothing but this life’s pest

I’ve gained nothing but this fate’s hurting test.

But what a life this would have be?

I thought I would never see sadness in my angel that’s so lovely

And I got coward so easily,

When I saw her wings come little like a seed of a peach tree,

And her heart that bleeds like a strawberry.

I heard her as she laughs in despair

With her face covered with her maginificent hair.

I could see how she rocks the silver chair,

In sorrows, her heart’s pieces were just everywhere,

And she mends her broken wings that nobody cares… (but I care)

I could see her no more

Abruptly, she went away and my heart sore:(

I even had no chance to ask her: “And you’re?”

Because she flew like a slamming door.

She’s a light that blinded me; my heart’s creator.

(I don’t know the title of this… But the lady in rosy wardrobe, who looks like an angel and a goddess in green valleys was named as… IMARI… hahaha:)