TULA'T TALA

A woman who is saved by Jesus| Breathing and Living for His purposes| I often find myself floundering around| Fishing for good metaphors| I am anonymous, but never in the arms and eyes of God

[youreternalrose]

One Thing

You are that one thing the point between two converged road Between speculations and wondering You will be where I hide Under the pillows of my comfort up to the ashen sky above as I spread to reach the height of liberty

You are that honest heart that leads into the safest harbor making palms warmly secured the one that sings to the moon and pulls the tide in only one direction You will be the trail taken by stars filled with sawdust where I held all my wishes

You are that one thing your smile a fraction flickering in the mind like a picture moments in mirage to remember and feel clearing this fogged mind and stabilizing my senses

You will be that empty bench across the street a special place reserved my heart's domicile mind that houses a single name not a one to forget You are that freshly brewed cup of coffee served on a Monday morning An experience

You are that stuck in metaphors of how words can encapsulate you in thoughts and in imagery yet you can escape in tears and unspoken words

You are an art A rhyme, a sketch, canvass a pottery and a poetry and you are this one thing is and always will be what the stars called out to shine and for all the world to see

[youreternalrose]

Anchored

I see your heart your thoughts I hear Those worries in your head are like boulders of rock. They pull you down Stranded like a ship anchored at harbor Let them go Drown them into the deepest and darkest pit of the ocean Sail my darling Let the wind blow you off somewhere your eyes will set foot on a paradise Dance with the waves to the isles of the shore making all those worries seem like pebbles and sand. So little that even the ants could not find shelter in it Raise your head up the sky hands lifted up, let the wind liberate your spirit and free your soul  Like dragonflies, fly into the blue skies so serene then fall, fall into tranquility for in these clouds I have gathered with my arms I will catch you Hold on to the rope that binds us together Don’t let go. I will grab you by the hand Grasp on to you as tight and as strong as how the earth pulls the land and sea closer to each other I am loving you with my past. I lay it all before you, like cards flashed on the table Let me interrupt your sadness not by mere bouquet of flowers,  a candlelight dinner cruising the midnight boulevard but with an overflowing, yes imperfect, but of a genuine kind of love We will breathe in hope into our lungs Fill our hearts with the fire of a love for each other Together we’ll fight the odds We’ll never be afraid of crossing bridges of filling the gaps If ever we’ll land on the danger zones of our past memory, be of no fear for I have set my eyes and feet towards the other side The greener grass where the dew heals our feet and the flowers whose bloom proves that if we stay deeply rooted we’ll bloom beautifully as the sun continues to shine upon us.

[chhe-trip]

‘Your vastness is immeasurable Your truth untold You are all I seek And you are the one The reason behind me’

(via pragya05) God is :)

[youreternalrose]

Hoops and Dreams

Oh the delight in writing a poem for someone who really is close to your heart! Happy Birthday dear brother! :) Here's a poem for you!: ____________________________________________________ I have five fingers on my left hand fourth, next to me, is you made of copper blue I try to follow the lines along your palms and hands that have reversibly tossed a ball back and forth it goes right into the hoops sketching the man out of you Eyes that shimmer a really big dream Heart with every beat creates that syllable which takes shape, length, and depth sometimes my mind's too lost to pick a debris but never remains a cocooned delight for God One day you'll fly with those dreams, yes? You study hard, I'll double or triple mine As long as we, as siblings, help finish twists and plots but not your essays or never mind I love you anyway All of us do, even though your smile seizes ladies' hearts or you constantly fail us in giving the right combinations in the lottery during your everyday sleep talks Oh wait did I just say, I love you?

[youreternalrose]

Asked For

tell me a secret written at the palm of your hand whisper a thought etched inside the cabaret of your skull show me love as how you passionately sang those words in right cadence I will give you then the core of where my soul, heart, and mind resides

[notebookfragments]

[youreternalrose]

The Beauty of Your Soul

A poem for my mother: Piles of grading sheets, lesson plans invasion of paperclips over thumbtacks pen, markers lay atop heaps of manila papers all clutter your desk and buries my graduation picture You drink cups of piping hot coffee as the sun's light starts spilling onto the horizon rages at noon and bids farewell at night whence your fast palpitations Sinigang na Isda and Ginisang Ampalaya are the only recipes in your cook book nonetheless, you work to the bones and bones shan't break your spirit All your teenage apparels fits me but never your shoes you, oh mother, worry over the pounds gained in a week rather than the swells of your feet due to the inches of your heels Not even the darkest and coldest dungeon is a secret to your eyes that might have gaped the letters where I penned my emotional likings towards someone who possibly became your student One characteristic I knew I got from you don't know how to choke tears back generosity-defined, you are too leaving trails for us children to follow suit Trials shoved you to one corner of the ring with no way dodging hammering blows battle-scarred, you stood ground recouping the rhythms of the earth Like stars written all over the sky same as you fill every fiber of my being I fall into the clouds of your arms confining my eyes that you remain the best mom as before I ever wrote you down

[youreternalrose]

More than Words

As I gently embrace the moon in your eyes My heart races with the heat of colliding your destiny set to mine touching the heart of where I sealed all the contents of this beating soul brings me to gentle days you covered me with blankets of your arms From the innermost chamber of my heart carried through the highways of my veins to the tip of every buds of my tongue are words in time to land your ears Come, come, closer my dear As close as feeling my pulse vibrate Hear as I whisper words that would fondle with every strings and fiber of your heart and of your soul

[youreternalrose]

Inside her world

Let her run wildly into the wilderness of her imagination Cupped hands in her heart Words will just fall

Out of her pocket Or through her eyes

[youreternalrose]

A wonderful being

Illuminate the color of

the moon in your eyes

And see how the sun

will shine brighter for

you are not a captive

of the mind nor a slave

of the heart chained

with a chest dug by

the hands of a ripper

rather you are the light

the soul that speaks

heaven in this wondrous

magnificent ball of land and sea

[attykarenconquers]

Because the UP College of Law just has so many books, we decided to make a tree out of them. Not to worry though, these journals are in French. We do not (and cannot) read them.

[youreternalrose]

Out of Confusion

She lets the ink out of the pen

but not the waves lapping on the shore

A treasure map finding its way back to

the dark sett rather than her soiled fingers

caressing a treasure hunter's face

She tells the sun is sad behind those

deceitful clouds made of sheep's fleece but not

when the sky starts to cry

Then on, she challenges the wind

to turn over the tides blowing away

all her best memories trapped inside

a wine glass she used to pour onto the glasses

of closest colleagues and kindest of kins

on the eve of snows, carols, and hanged mistletoe

Cementing the air in her lungs, she ran

back to the thirsty sands and began counting

all the stars beaded above the night sky before

the sky would do the cry for her or the sun

burning the sheets of confusion in her eyes.

[forhelovesme]

“From my heart to the heavens, Jesus be the center.”  Jesus Be The Center, Israel Houghton.

May this be the anthem of my generation.

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[ohnopurple]

[youreternalrose]

Don't do the search. God is at work. He will lead your other-half right on its way to you :)

But who knows? Maybe you've known him/her all your life :>

Maybe. Maybe. Stranded by these maybe's

[youreternalrose]

We will Keep Singing

The white and black keys accompanies

your voice in silver strings

While the air brushes my cheeks

in full red I could not suppress

Every note dances around me

Enticing my smile to never slacken

Forcing all the sinews by no means to snicker

Stopping the spills in my eyes

The heart, following the beat

Thud, thud, faster it throttles

Now the melody can't keep up

This is faster, louder, but still

Singing the rhythms of your heart

Dancing with the tick of your pulse

Tuning to the symphonies of your eyes

And as the notes sink down

Your melodies grabbed my hands and captured

my heart, your heart are still singing the right tunes

[i-hope-you-get-this-letter-blog]

Open Arms

[recognizingthevoiceless]

i-hope-you-get-this-letter:

Simplicity carved the beauty of this poem.

Falling into the clouds of your arms, I rested on the beating rhythm of your heart, while i watched the stars shooting on the ceiling. Cradle me in your soft white sanctuary, as i gently deprive myself from the world. Wake me up with sun rise kisses, and shape my days with clear skies and open arms, so i may fall into you all over again.

[youreternalrose]

Shadow

If it won't leave me alone it's no surprise that I'm shrill

but to no avail, my shadow follows me still.

When sunlight reveals my frown, that only fills it with glee.

Yet on a moonlit night it never fails to locate me.

Until my shadow appears the only thing that is true

appearing in a flash on any wall within view.

But increasingly I realise that it is pleasing after all

to have such a constant companion, then I recall

that the only times my shadow has left me alone

have been the darkest times that I have known.

And so it fills me with delight to have my shadow about

for it completes my world, without a doubt.