After several weeks of intense emotional rollercoaster ride, everything seems to be slowly falling into place. We have come to accept our faults and the inevitable state of our relationship. It is definitely difficult to wake up every morning and suddenly realize that we're alone again. But being alone isn't THAT bad. We're discovering new things about ourselves that's helping us heal and become better people. We're also re-discovering things we used to love doing but has been pushed aside eversince we got together. I'm also very happy that we have overcome the anger and spite.



So, we're back to square one. I'm back to square one. But like the cliche goes... it's not the destination that matters, it's the journey.

ABYSS

This poem is for our Poetry Reading session tomorrow for our Creativity and Intuition class. It's been awhile since I last wrote a poem so please bear with me.



I close my eyes and remember

the feeling of my despair

the ache of my heart

and the pain of my soul



I try to scream for freedom

I try to cry for help

but the empty room

only brings echoes and no answers



I reach for you

to pull me out of this nightmare

to bring me back to reality

but you push me back in the darkness



I hear you whisper to me

this is the reality

then you hold my hand

and close your eyes



Together we fall.

ABYSS

I close my eyes and remember
the feeling of my despair
the ache of my heart
and the pain of my soul

I try to scream for freedom
I try to cry for help
but the empty room
only brings echoes and no answers

I reach for you
to pull me out of this nightmare
to bring me back to reality
but you push me back in the darkness

I hear you whisper to me
this is the reality
then you hold my handand close your eyes

Together we fall.

Prayers of the Faithful

For our Creativity and Intuition class, we made a film to unleash our creative side. Having been an Entablado member for several years, my inclination was towards socially-oriented story lines. Our film was entitled Prayers of the Faithful. It's a 9 minute film about four women who seem to live a different life in front of God and in front of the people around them. There was Lisa, a bored housewife; Rowena, a secretary by day and a wild child by night; Jenny, a molested high school student; and Flora, the prostitute with a conscience.



The highlight of the film was seeing my groupmates come out of their shell and do the stuff they did. Alisa did Rowena and she did some booty-shaking that could blow your mind! Jaraiza had a rape scene with Ked, her boyfriend. Imagine Jaraiza letting a guy on top of her?! It was amazing.



And guess who did the prostitute?! Maybe I won't go into the details of what I did. Suffice it to say that it was very believable. Thanks to one of our exchange students from Denmark, Kenneth who did the 'love scenes' with me.



Johnny Delgado was there to critique our works. He said, truth about ourselves should come out to make it believable.



After doing our film, I'm scared of what that means.



Footnote: Thanks to all those who helped make the film a success and those who went to support us during the showing. My love and gratitude!

Touch Move

People should be careful when in anger. Words can be said that are impossible to take back. And words said in anger usually hurt the most. In just a single breath, six years worth of relationship can be thrown away.



Even when you try to take it back... things may never be the same again.

Just Because

There are moments in our lives when we have to make decisions that no matter how uncertain the outcome will be, we jump into it anyway because we have to... because we suddenly find ourselves older and wiser... because we have to think of our future... because we're not getting any younger.



Others may get hurt along the way and they might not understand it right now. But eventually, when everything starts falling into place, they'll be thankful.

"And Then She Was Gone" by Ginger Fontley

This is a poem from one of my favorite cartoon shows "As Told By Ginger"



She chose to walk alone

Though others wondered why

Refused to look before her,

Kept eyes cast upwards,

Towards the sky.



She didn't have companions

No need for earthly things.

Only wanted freedom,

From what she felt were puppet strings.



She longed to be a bird.

That she might fly away.

She pitied every blade of grass

For planted they would stay.



She longed to be a flame,

That brightly danced alone.

Felt jealous of the steam

That made the air its only home.



Some say she wished too hard.

Some say she wished too long.

But we awoke one autumn day

To find that she was gone.



The trees, they say stood witness.

The sky refused to tell.

But someone who had seen it said

The story played out well.



She spread her arms out wide.

Breathed in the break of dawn.

She just let go of all she held...



And then she was gone.