Writings of the Heart

[facialfrankie]

when you look beyond the pretty face, the curves, and charm. when you disregard everything, well almost, for that other person.

when you stretch your patience. a little bit more. and more. when you understand the other's shortcomings and highlight yours.

when you learn to step back even if you are certainly right. and never say, "i told you so" and just keep quiet and smile. when all you want is for that other person to be happy...

 

oh, truly you are in trouble. and in love.

 

 

 

 

when you look beyond the pretty face, the curves, and charm. when you disregard everything, well almost, for that other person.

when you stretch your patience. a little bit more. and more. when you understand the other's shortcomings and highlight yours.

when you learn to step back even if you are certainly right. and never say, "i told you so" and just keep quiet and smile. when all you want is for that other person to be happy...

 

oh, truly you are in trouble. and in love.

[product_specialist]

been there..

met her

fall for her

go for her

got her

fought with her

reconciled with her

made love with her

dreamt with her

hurt her

doubted her

trusted her

and finally lost her

now all i can utter is:

 

 

I wanna know why this feels so right

I wanna know why u hold me tight

Each and every night, it keeps me up all night

Thinkin about the things i like

Can't believe your in my life

I wanna know why ur the one

The things that they should have you've already done

God sent u straight to me

You make me wanna sing lalalalala

 

[Chorus]

But when u look at me, do u see ur wife?

Can u picture us lovin' each other for life?

Are u playin' the role, just like the rest

These are the questions that i ask myself

If, another should come, who's finer than me

And she wanna take ur love away, would u leave?

Baby please answer these questions

 

[2]

Could this be my whole fantasy

Maybe u could just be too good for me

If i don't wake then i won't see

Cuz if im not the one u met, then who is in me

In the mist of the tears how come, i love u more, and more, and more

I never longed for no one, yes its true

Seems like these questions keep me here with you

 

[Repeat chorus 2x]

 

[bridge]

If you really wanna be with me

Then ill say, i love u endlessly

One thing that i really wanna know

Will this end or will this grow

And now if u really be wanna be with

Ill love u endlessly

One thing that i really wanna know

Will this end or will this grow

[mwah]

Got this from "Sabine's Notebook" by Nick Bantock:

 

"I have loved you in every manner that my imagination could contrive. I have wanted you so deeply that my body sang with pain and pleasure. You have been my obsession, my passion, my philosophers' stone of fantasy. You are my desire, my longing, my spirit. I love you unconditionally. Do you see that I cherish you beyond question, that you have nothing to prove to me? You are making your journey to secure yourself. I am already tethered to your side. If you can love yourself as I love you there will be no dislocation - you will be whole. Bring yourself home to me and I will immerse you in every ounce of tenderness I possess."

 

*sigh*

[walangiba]

Heavens Missing Angel

By Stephen Alexander

 

 

It was a cold night in January

that I was sitting by the phone

when Heavens messenger told me

no longer will you be alone

 

I had no idea

that my life was incomplete

but all that changed

when this angel began to speak

 

she was just a child

so innocent and sincere

but as I listened

a beautiful woman appeared

 

I have often wondered

while gazing in her eyes

if the Heavens are aware

there's one less star in the sky

 

If the day should come

that she is called away

I will sacrifice it all

for the gift of one more day

 

 

Its still a mystery to me

why I was chosen for this life

to be blessed with the missing angel

that became my loving wife

[carlzzz30syg]

TOUCHING STORY

 

Dear Patrick,

 

I was then an only child who had everything I could ever want. But even a pretty, spoiled and rich kid could get lonely once in a while so when Mom told me that she was pregnant, I was ecstatic. I imagined how wonderful you would be and how we'd always be together and how much you would look like me. So, when you were born, I looked at your tiny hands and feet and marveled at how beautiful you were.

 

We took you home and I showed you proudly to my friends. They would touch you and sometimes pinch you, but you never reacted. When you were five months old, some things began to bother Mom. You seemed so unmoving and numb, and your cry sounded odd --- almost like a kitten's. So we brought you to many doctors.

 

The thirteenth doctor who looked at you quietly said you have the "cry du chat" (pronounced Kree-do-sha) syndrome, "cry of the cat" in French.

 

When I asked what that meant, he looked at me with pity and softly said, "Your brother will never walk nor talk." The doctor told us that it is a condition that afflicts one in 50,000 babies, rendering victims severely retarded. Mom was shocked and I was furious. I thought it was unfair.

 

When we went home, Mom took you in her arms and cried. I looked at you and realized that word will get around that you're not normal. So to hold on to my popularity, I did the unthinkable ... I disowned you. Mom and Dad didn't know but I steeled myself not to love you as you grew. Mom and Dad showered you love and attention and that made me bitter. And as the years passed, that bitterness turned to anger, and then hate.

 

Mom never gave up on you. She knew she had to do it for your sake.

 

Everytime she put your toys down, you'd roll instead of crawl. I watched her heart break every time she took away your toys and strapped your tummy with foam so you couldn't roll. You struggle and you're cry in that pitiful way, the cry of the kitten. But she still didn't give up.

 

And then one day, you defied what all your doctors said -- you crawled.

 

When mom saw this, she knew you would eventually walk. So when you were still crawling at age four, she'd put you on the grass with only your diapers on knowing that you hate the feel of the grass on your skin.

 

Then she'd leave you there. I would sometimes watch from the windows and smile at your discomfort. You would crawl to the sidewalk and Mom would put you back. Again and again, Mom repeated this on the lawn. Until one day, Mom saw you pull yourself up and toddle off the grass as fast as your little legs could carry you.

 

Laughing and crying, she shouted for Dad and I to come. Dad hugged you crying openly.

 

I watched from my bedroom window this heartbreaking scene.

 

Over the years, Mom taught you to speak, read and write. From then on, I would sometime see you walk outside, smell the flowers, marvel at the birds, or just smile at no one. I began to see the beauty of the world through your eyes. It was then that I realized that you were my brother and no matter how much I tried to hate you, I couldn't, because I had grown to love you.

 

During the next few days, we again became acquainted with each other. I would buy you toys and give you all the love that a sister could ever give to her brother. And you would reward me by smiling and hugging me.

 

But I guess, you were never really meant for us. On your tenth birthday, you felt severe headaches. The doctor's diagnosis --leukemia. Mom gasped and Dad held her, while I fought hard to keep my tears from falling. At that moment, I loved you all the more. I couldn't even bear to leave your side. Then the doctors told us that your only hope is to have a bonemarrow transplant. You became the subject of a nationwide donor search. When at last we found the right match, you were too sick, and the doctor reluctantly ruled out the operations. Since then, you underwent chemotherapy and radiation.

 

Even at the end, you continued to pursue life. Just a month before you died, you made me draw up a list of things you wanted to do when you got out of the hospital. Two days after the list was completed, you asked the doctors to send you home. There, we ate ice cream and cake, run across the grass, flew kites, went fishing, took pictures of one another and let the balloons fly. I remember the last conversation that we had. You said that if you die, and if I need of help, I could send you a note to heaven by tying it on the string of any balloon and letting it fly. When you said this, I started crying. Then you hugged me. Then again, for the last time, you got sick.

 

That last night, you asked for water, a back rub, a cuddle. Finally, you went into seizure with tears streaming down your face. Later, at the hospital, you struggled to talk but the words wouldn't come. I know what you wanted to say. "Hear you," I whispered. And for the last time, I said, "I'll always love and I will never forget you. Don't be afraid. You'll soon be with God in heaven." Then, with my tears flowing freely, I watched the bravest boy I had ever known finally stop breathing. Dad, Mom and I cried until I felt as if there were no more tears left. Patrick was finally gone, leaving us behind.

 

From then on, you were my source of inspiration. You showed me how to love life and live to the fullest. With your simplicity and honesty, you showed me a world full of love and caring. And you made me realize that the most important thing in this life is to continue loving without asking why or how and without setting any limit.

 

Thank you, my little brother, for all these.

Edited June 19, 2007 by carlzzz30syg

[carlzzz30syg]

A Story on Friendship

 

~ Author Unknown

 

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.

 

"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me.

 

"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."

 

"There's something you should know," the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."

 

"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."

 

"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."

 

"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."

 

At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide.

 

The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.

 

The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are.

 

Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.

 

Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!! There's a miracle called Friendship That dwells in the heart You don't know how it happens Or when it gets started But you know the special lift It always brings. And you realize that Friendship Is God's most precious gift!

 

Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us. Show your friends how much you care....

[objectofmydesire]

THE GREATEST ADVICE

-Rick Warren, the Purpose Driven Life

 

 

Don't date because you are desperate.

Don't marry because you are miserable.

Don't have kids because you think your genes are superior.

Don't philander because you think you are irresistible.

 

Don't associate with people you can't trust.

Don't cheat. Don't lie. Don't pretend.

Don't dictate because you are smarter.

Don't demand because you are stronger.

 

Don't sleep around because you think you are old enough & know better.

Don't hurt your kids because loving them is harder.

Don't sell yourself, your family, or your ideals.

Don't stagnate!

 

Don't regress.

Don't live in the past. Time can't bring anything or anyone back.

Don't put your life on hold for possibly Mr. Right.

Don't throw your life away on absolutely Mr. Wrong because your

biological clock is ticking.

 

Learn a new skill.

Find a new friend.

Start a new career.

Sometimes, there is no race to be won, only a price to be paid for some of life's more hasty decisions.

 

To terminate your loneliness, reach out to the homeless.

To feed your nurturing instincts, care for the needy.

To fulfill your parenting fantasies, get a puppy.

Don't bring another life into this world for all the wrong reasons.

 

To make yourself happy, pursue your passions & be the best of what you can be.

Simplify your life. Take away the clutter.

Get rid of destructive elements: abusive friends, nasty habits, and dangerous liaisons.

Don't abandon your responsibilities but don't overdose on duty.

 

Don't live life recklessly without thought and feeling for your family.

Be true to yourself.

Don't commit when you are not ready.

Don't keep others waiting needlessly.

 

Go on that trip. Don't postpone it.

Say those words. Don't let the moment pass.

Do what you have to, even at society's scorn.

 

Write poetry.

Love Deeply.

Walk barefoot.

Dance with wild abandon.

Cry at the movies.

 

Take care of yourself. Don't wait for someone to take care of you.

You light up your life.

You drive yourself to your destination.

No one completes you - except YOU.

 

It isn't true that life does not get easier with age.

It only gets more challenging.

Don't be afraid. Don't lose your capacity to love.

Pursue your passions.

 

Live your dreams.

Don't lose faith in God.

Don't grow old. Just grow YOU! *(tuo ko ani bai)

 

When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you'll never get back.

 

Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give to someone is your time.

 

Relationships take time and effort, and the best way to spell love is T-I-M-E because the essence of love is not what we think or do or provide for others, but how much we give of ourselves...

 

 

[thebluemystery]

Its falling and falling. Falling like you fell for her. Falling hard and fast and roughly but sweet and lightly and beautiful. Its falling from the sky, far far away up where heaven knows, falling down quick but in a slow motion, before smashing on the ground.

 

You love the rain. Yes, you really do. Really. It means so much for you. Several moments in your life have been in the rain. Some sad ones and some happy ones. Some sweet ones and some bad ones. Whatever they were, they mean a lot for you. Really. They do.

 

You remember the time you first met. It was raining then. Oh, it was such a rainstorm because thats how you felt. A complete disaster. Your life was a dirty mess and you met her in a coffeeshop. You were bored and looking for a hot mocha frappe, flipping through a boring cheap thriller book with a pathetic title and unknown author in big golden letters.

 

What about the time you kissed? Storm. Rainstorm of course.

At a party, you saw her there. She was friend of a friends friend apparently. You gave her a smile and he shot a goofy-looking smile back. But then, later on, you caught her in the bathroom to a cute looking guy you did not want to know the name of. Lips glued, arms and legs tangled, bodies swaying. He was kissing the life out of her.

 

You froze, caught her eye and ran. You ran, ran and ran in the rain. All wet, all cold. You ran till your legs couldnt carry you and the feeling of stupidity broke out. The tears were burning away the coldness from your cheeks. So many emotions were washing you. Sadness, anger, heartache, frustration, you name it. Thats when you felt the slight pressure on your shoulder and the heavy smell of alcohol went up your nose. Her. It was Her, the one with the big H.

 

*******. Idiot. You refused to look at her and you barely even knew her or even knew why you felt like this and she begged you to forgive her and she barely even knew you. She gave the explanation of why be had been with that guy. Suddenly, stupidity came back again. You felt so stupid. *******. Idiot.

 

She slowly, very carefully, put her hands around your waist, so gently as if you were going push her away any moment, which you would if it werent for the fact that you had oddly forgiven her. Thats when it happened.

 

CRASH! BANG! BOOM! Everything around you exploded and you drowned with no mercy. She kissed you. She kissed you! You fell right then, right there, that moment. Nothing would be the same. Nothing.

 

The days and weeks and months that followed were heaven. Oh so beautiful and sweet love. Roses, chocolate, dinners, cuddling in the couch while watching Peter Pan (your favourite film), dancing, cards, books, kisses, laughter, banana splits in cafés and other lovely stuff lovers suppose to do. Everything was so perfect until devil himself showed up of course and took over. You should have known it was too good to last.

 

The break-up was very hard to go through but just like the sentence tells, you did make it through. It was in the rain too though. You both went out one day together. Had dinner, some little drinks and dancing, a walk and so on, you know, the usual stuff. You felt it inside you, coming, just like you always do. It was going to rain. You were on your way back home and then she abruptly stopped. She gave you the We-Need-To-Talk-It-Is-Serious-Look. The look that told you everything would change. And then she uttered those three words. Three simple words that did changed everything.

 

"It is over."

 

Thats all she said before she turned away. Away from the rain. Away from you. You fell this time too. You fell down to the ground on your knees and cried, the tears making no difference to the rain that fell so slowly and sweet and sad. It was raining just like your emotions and wetting you, leaving you cold and gasping and shivering.

 

here was no rainstorm that day. Just rain.

 

This is life, you think. This is happiness. And you couldnt care a damn about anything else.

 

 

- http://www.allananova.com

[Guest bleeding_angel]

i like the rain because it drowns the sorrow in my heart. i turn to oblivion and i just get lost... my memory erased and i feel nothing but peace.

[lovejones]

I submitted this poem for my freshman college english class, which I wrote immediately after finding out that my MU/classmate had a boyfriend. What is more painful about is that I only learned about it on the night of her debut, at the time when I was about to fess up and propose to her. Reading it now, I find it utterly childish and too mushy for my taste. However, this is one of the few instances that I totally bared my soul and tears were shed in the process. When I recited this poem in class, I had a lump in my throat. It was only after my friend walked out with a hanky on her eyes that the class realize the following poem was about us.

 

Starless Night

 

From under the shadows on your eighteenth night

I watched you groove against the moon's pale light

Your brown hair flowin', your long dress white

Your smile like candy, on that starless night

 

In my mind's eye I saw you and me

Caught up in a bliss so wild, so free

We touched each other, may hands to thee

As we gazed at tomorrow, over a recurring sea

 

But when dreams, reality always appears

When happiness does cease, pain slowly peers

A concealed knowledge about you, I did overhear

And everything crumbled to a silent of tears

 

And there I stood alone with no one beside

The music and noise of emotions have died

The darkness kissed me, and dragged me into its tide

And hugged my soul gently, on that starless night

[abiakak]

Poem for my Bebe by Maris Reyes

 

I've never known a love like yours

nor thought it could come true.

But everytime I kiss your lips,

I feel what love can do.

 

With smile so sweet

and lips so tender,

each moment with you

makes my heart surrender.

 

I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe

without you by my side.

Never will I let you go,

my love will never hide.

 

And in my heart you'll always be,

from now until forever,

no matter what, no matter where,

we'll always be together.

 

 

http://libandi.blogs.friendster.com/

Edited June 29, 2007 by abiakak

[abiakak]

Poem for my Bebe by Maris Reyes

 

I've never known a love like yours

nor thought it could come true.

But everytime i kiss your lips,

i feel what love can do.

 

With smile so sweet

and lips so tender,

each moment with you

makes my heart surrender.

 

I couldn't think, i couldn't breathe

without you by my side.

Never will i let you go,

my love will never hide.

 

And in my heart you'll always be,

from now until forever,

no matter what, no matter where,

we'll always be together.

 

 

The above is a snippet from this blog:

http://libandi.blogs.friendster.com/

[boner51873]

KISS ME GOODBYE

Angela Aki

 

You say my love is all you need to see you through

But I know these words are not quite true

(So) here is the path you're looking for, an open door

Leading to worlds you long to explore

 

Go if you must move on alone

I'm gonna make it on my own

 

Kiss me good-bye, love's memory

Follow your heart and find your destiny

Won't shed a tear for love's mortality

For you put the dream in my reality

 

As time goes by I know you'll see this of me

I loved you enough to let you go free

 

Go, I will give you wings to fly

Cast all your fears into the sky

 

Kiss me good-bye, love's mystery

All of my life I'll hold you close to me

Won't shed a tear for love's mortality

For you put the dream in my reality

 

Kiss me good-bye, love's memory

You put the dream in my reality

 

...yun lang po...

[mr.genteel]

well i don't know if your interested or what i really don't give a damn.hehehe well i wrote this letter to my girlfriend a couple of years back... anywayz it goes like this...

 

there are times in my life i wander how important it is to consider someone special. i've never been in love, never felt the difference of admiration or true love. there are books telling us the difference but it really differs from personal experience. i've known you for quite a while now. you made our conversations interesting, as i'm a man of few words, you became the person i talk to, made me happy and your the one and only person that understood me for who i am and for who i should be. its quite mushy to say you made me feel the importance of living, but i guess i realized the meaning of life when i knew you. some men might think having a girlfriend boost their manhood whatsoever but having a girlfriend to love, cherish, care for, and share your life with changes me, and not boost my manhood but made a man out of me. what made me realized that i found my destiny in you is not the companionship nor the friendship but the way you made me laugh. some might say watch a movie that will make you laugh or go watch a comedy show that will out supply your lungs air laughing. the difference in our laughs, is the way you made my laugh loving my life. i love you for the simpliest reasons. it maybe vague, it maybe plain but it's all i ask for. no matter what obstacles we encounter in our pretty perfect world, i'll always be here to love, cherish, care and share the rest of my life giving you the best of what the world could give...and to answer the difference between true love from admiration is that, admiration is giving one person acknowledgement and respect, while true love is recognizing a person for showing you the importance of existance and that is worth the courtesy of respect...

 

hope you guys loved my letter to my girlfriend... coz she loves it so much that made her marry me and with been together fifteen years now...

[SevenZeroFive]

wow.. dahil sa thread na to i visited my blog, na inactive na for almost 1 year.. para lang mkpgshare din..

 

here's my blog entry "Reasons"..

 

i truly believe that there's always a reason for everything. every step we take, there's a reason behind it. every successful moment we live, there's a reason behind it. every time we fall from grace, there's a reason for it. every time our hearts get broken, there's always a reason behind it, whether it be our own doing or just plain fate. and speaking of fate and something called destiny, when we find that one person we will spend the rest of our lives with, there's definitely a reason behind it.

 

me & my girl, we've been through so much heartbreak for almost our entire lives. you name it, we've been through it. yes it hurts, but we never gave up on finding the one. maybe we didn't think it like so, but maybe all those heartbreaks were meant for us to be stronger, for whatever lies ahead of us. and, when the time came na we finally found each other, we both agreed that maybe all the pain was worth it. and, if you're reading this, all that gives me more reasons...

 

...to wake up each and every day with a smile on my face, because i know that i make you happy.

 

...to look forward to each day, because you say that i make you fall in love with me every time i'm with you.

 

...to take bold steps that i've never taken before, because when i took one bold step, i ended up falling in love with you.

 

...to be more determined than ever before, because i made you a guarantee that i will never leave you and hurt you in any way.

 

...to look forward to the next 3 to 5 years of our lives, because i made you a guarantee that i will marry you after 3 to 5 years.

 

...to stay strong, because whenever i see you in your moments of weakness i feel helpless.

 

...not to be afraid, because i know that i can run to you in my moments of weakness.

 

...to think of our future, because you told me you wanted to spend the rest of your days with me.

 

...not to think of my past, because all that matters to me now is you.

 

...to be happy, because of the joy i always feel when i'm with you, and whenever i see you happy when we're together.

 

...to believe in love again, because after all the heartbreak i've been through i still ended up with the girl of my dreams [guess who that is...]

 

...not to hurt you in any way, because you told me you've been waiting for me your entire life.

 

...to cherish our time together, because i feel like i'm in heaven whenever you're by my side.

 

...to live, because i can't stand a single day without seeing you or even hearing your voice.

 

...to love, because i have you.

 

...to love you, because my life just doesn't begin and end with you. my life IS you.