Thank you!!

WordPress just notified me that I have made 500 posts on my blog…and I think how grateful I am to all the people whom I may never meet but still touched my heart with their work and their likes, comments and follows.

I want to thank each and every one of you for making me feel so encouraged and brave enough to share what I write… I thought of writing this thank you so many times and I will surely regret it if it just stays a well-intentioned thought.

Love to all,
Thank you for being the reason for brightening so many of my days! =)

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Petits XIV

a relief-ful sleep

a deep pressed sleep

a well steeped sleep

a much welcomed sleep

a tumble less slumber

an uninterrupted doze

now i bring my eyes to close

and sleep with peace on my mind

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an often seen post

“be happy for yourself”

“make yourself happy first”

“your happiness depends on you”

“you make your happiness”

“you are the creator of your joy”

a superficial toast to what one wants to be

but without you….i cannot seem to find myself

let alone find the joy sunken low within me

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another deadline written in the air

another supposed timely due date

another task for my fickle patience

arduous it is to wait and not waste away a little more each time

To

to envy the sorrows
that have comforts
*
to question the cares
of those who have
ones to save them
*
to search for a
smaller piece
of a gauzy dream
all glimmering with hope
one where joy
is still buoyant
and ignorant
of the troubles
that follow
***
to deny that a whimper
was heard where a
roar was thoroughly expected
*
to seek the words
that were heard in the heart
but were left unsaid
the air still silent
and stuck within
the breath
wishing to remain
inside
and end what all
it had started
***
and to forget what
hope there ever
was of returning
to that little
sad pit of denial

***

manic’s playground

a manic’s playground is            my mind

entrapped within a jungle gym of ludicrous joy

buried deep within the soiled sands of plunging sorrow

an unbalanced act atop the high top

the too quick and slick descent of my                sanity upon the slide

the cloying sweet-rancid smell of the tire swing

as i hold         tight

sickened-spinning-dizzy from deciphering what’s real              what’s not