Today's March 15...and yes--it's my birthday...So, I just want to share my thoughts with you guys now that I've just turned a year older again...hahay...hehehe...
And actually, this is my first bday poem ever...hahaha...
Here it is...
I am 23 y.o.
…and still counting
I love that it’s my birthday
And that I’ve lived to be 23…
But, I hate the fact that
I had to add a year to my age.
I can’t help to be stuck
With the reality that I am aging
And this is just whom I become
I am not that fulfilled
Being this old
Yet with credits not enough for my age
I know deep within my heart that…
I could have done better
Being 23 years OLD!
Of course, I had my share
Of being at the limelight
Last year, I graduated
Magna Cum Laude
At our beloved SPC…
And just recently,
I passed the Nursing Board Exam
But still, I am half-unfulfilled
Because I had to earn
Such recognition and title
When I was already 22.
If you will see it
I think there’s no problem with that
Indeed, there isn’t
I am just that affected by the timing.
And we can’t just change that.
Now, I am in a rush for life
It somehow left me along the way
That is why I have to work harder this time
So, I can exceed my expectations
And gain additional faith and confidence
With myself again.
I have always been ambitious...
I believe the world is such a big place
To find and realize just a single dream.
At some point in our lives
We also had a taste of success
Of a dream come true
Yet, we should not stop there
As we say it in campus journalism,
“We are as good as our last article…”
We must keep on evolving
Carry on on doing things
Dream on another dream…
Climb more mountains
Conquer a new world
Learn more and share what you’ve got to offer.
A friend of mine said to me,
“Hope springs eternal…” (which I later found out that it’s from Alexander Pope)
Then, I said to him,
Yet, life is short.
Maybe you don’t want to reach your hopes and dreams
----in heaven.
As of now
I am preoccupied with success and more successes
And somehow, I am confused as to where to start
What to do first and then ask if it is really right to do it first…
And who doesn’t want to have the best out of his decision?
Well, I believe the key towards that is “Focus.”
I, personally don’t want to be a Jack of all trades
And a master of none…
I want to accomplish a lot of things,
The earliest time possible.
I want to reach the point in my life
Where I can say by heart that money can’t really buy everything…
I can say it this time,
Yet the credibility of my words would still be questionable
For how can I say it so with full honesty,
If I haven’t yet experienced and possessed the things that money can give?
I just hope that in time…
I’ll be in touch with all my dreams
And that I can just be contented.
Then, I can truly say---
I had lived my life.
God knows on what age it will be.
But, one thing I am sure about---
It will come.
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Saturday, March 14, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
RNs to be: Anxiously Waiting
***To all the future RNs out there...I know u can empathize with this entry...hehehe...
A lot has been said
As to when will it be…
It was still October
When they said it’ll be December
December came
And they said January…
Then, January came,
And of course,
You’re right!
They said, February…
But again, we asked..
When will it really be?
First week came,
And they said by the 2nd week
2nd week came,
And they said by the 3rd week
Then, the cycle continues…
Yet, again when will it really be?
It’s been two months and a half
Of fretful nights…
Of wishful thinking..
Prayerful days…Good deeds…
Optimism…Apprehension…
Excitement…Boredom…
And tedious waiting…
But still,
When will it really be?
9 churches had been visited
9 mornings were completed
Eggs had been offered
All Saints had been called
Finished a two or three Novenas
Lighted a candle in different places…
Yet,
When will it really be?
We’ve grown tired and weary
More anxious and unsteady
Each day we ask and wonder
When will it really be?
Will it be worth the wait?
Or should we wish…
We haven’t known the result…
Should we prepare a party of our own?
Or just attend those of our peers?
Should we bring out our pigs?
Or just let them grow bigger for next season?
Should we be ready for the oath taking?
Or be back again in the review center?
Should we want to go out still after we’ve known the outcome of our exam?
Or should we prefer to be at home and settle for self-pity and depression?
Should we be ready to cry out of joy?
Or just set ourselves for tears of dejection?
Should we see our names in front of our school?
Or just find ourselves imagining and wishing for it?
Days from now
We will finally see it…
Will it be the fruit that we’ve been dying to reap?
Or will it be a rotten harvest from wasted time and efforts?
Will we be a subject of ridicule or the star of the day?
Will we be RNs or still RNs to be?
One, two or three days from now…
We will be on face with reality…
We’re just hoping
It would be the reality
We’ve been dreaming of
And praying for since then…
We all know we’ve done our part…
And played it well…
So, whatever comes…
Just let it rain…
But, as for now
We are holding on to our faith…
We remain positive and hopeful…
And
Deep inside
Our hearts rumble and mumble…
Lord,
Grant us those licenses…
Make us pass and top the board exam!
Kudos RNs!
A lot has been said
As to when will it be…
It was still October
When they said it’ll be December
December came
And they said January…
Then, January came,
And of course,
You’re right!
They said, February…
But again, we asked..
When will it really be?
First week came,
And they said by the 2nd week
2nd week came,
And they said by the 3rd week
Then, the cycle continues…
Yet, again when will it really be?
It’s been two months and a half
Of fretful nights…
Of wishful thinking..
Prayerful days…Good deeds…
Optimism…Apprehension…
Excitement…Boredom…
And tedious waiting…
But still,
When will it really be?
9 churches had been visited
9 mornings were completed
Eggs had been offered
All Saints had been called
Finished a two or three Novenas
Lighted a candle in different places…
Yet,
When will it really be?
We’ve grown tired and weary
More anxious and unsteady
Each day we ask and wonder
When will it really be?
Will it be worth the wait?
Or should we wish…
We haven’t known the result…
Should we prepare a party of our own?
Or just attend those of our peers?
Should we bring out our pigs?
Or just let them grow bigger for next season?
Should we be ready for the oath taking?
Or be back again in the review center?
Should we want to go out still after we’ve known the outcome of our exam?
Or should we prefer to be at home and settle for self-pity and depression?
Should we be ready to cry out of joy?
Or just set ourselves for tears of dejection?
Should we see our names in front of our school?
Or just find ourselves imagining and wishing for it?
Days from now
We will finally see it…
Will it be the fruit that we’ve been dying to reap?
Or will it be a rotten harvest from wasted time and efforts?
Will we be a subject of ridicule or the star of the day?
Will we be RNs or still RNs to be?
One, two or three days from now…
We will be on face with reality…
We’re just hoping
It would be the reality
We’ve been dreaming of
And praying for since then…
We all know we’ve done our part…
And played it well…
So, whatever comes…
Just let it rain…
But, as for now
We are holding on to our faith…
We remain positive and hopeful…
And
Deep inside
Our hearts rumble and mumble…
Lord,
Grant us those licenses…
Make us pass and top the board exam!
Kudos RNs!
Monday, February 2, 2009
PD 69: Declaration of Availability
***Hello guys, I had a break for two days. So here's another poem for you...hehe...
This isn't a sequel already. This poem is inspired by my general experience...not with a specific person....
**As the title says, this poem is about my declaration that I am once again...SINGLE and AVAILABLE... ;-)
*I made this poem at around 3:30 in the morning this 3rd day of February, 2009.
Hope you'll like this poem...hehe
I am single again
Available to anyone
Who will be willing
To take a risk with me.
I am loveless again
Half-empty and half-full
Ambivalent at this time
Confused.
Bitter.
Ecstatic.
Miserable.
Hopeful.
I am dateless again
This coming Valentine ’s Day
Still wondering
If I’ll go out with anyone
Who’ll invite me
To celebrate
The commercialized
Day for the lovers
Have dinner together
Watch movies
Go to romantic settings
Watch the sunset
Go to parks
Or do anything just to pass the day
With a date,
And act as if we’re lovers for so long.
How I miss the old days
The breakfast in bed
Walk at the city streets
Lunch at the mall
And enjoy the short
And quick time
At bed as we explore
Each other’s anatomy
And delight ourselves
With the thing covered
With a piece of cloth.
These past few days
How I hate the cold weather
I hate the rainy nights
Where I had to be alone
And feel the freezing atmosphere
As it gets even colder by the second
Because he wasn’t with me
To fill me up with body heat.
I am open again
To any prospect lovers
Out there
I am ready again
To have a taste
Of the...
...bitter-sweet flavor of love.
But this time,
I need someone serious
I have no time for flings
And one night stands
I had been there
Though I liked it
And still tempted with it
But, those were something
So temporary and predictable
I need another taste of life
I need stability in relationship
I need security
I need love
And when I say love
I mean it that way…
Don’t confuse it with infatuation
Nor with lust or physical attraction.
I am in a stage
Where I have to settle down
I am not yet old
But I feel the need
Of someone who can control me
Other than myself
I need someone matured enough
Hopefully financially stable,
Open-minded, faithful
And not a dick head like I’ve used to be.
I mean sex is vital.
Yet we don’t have to do it 3x a day
Maybe once is enough. (winks…hehe)
And tomorrow we can do it again.
I believe there are many fish in the sea
Yet, unfortunately
Not a single of them will be able to read this poem
And respond to it…
So if my words did ring a bell on you
If my claims and cries were able to reach your heart
And enticed you to move and take my hand.
Then, maybe it’s you that I’ve been waiting for
You are the only fish
Out of the millions out there
Who has the gift
Of reading between the lines
Who has the common sense
Which as they say,
Is not so common nowadays
And who has the wit and humor
Of not taking things literally.
As of now,
I am starting to like you already
So, what are you waiting for?
Strike while the iron is hot
But, if you can’t take the heat
Then, stay out of the kitchen.
(these are idioms, FYI…hehe)
I am available again
But be cautious with what you say or do
I get infatuated easily
And sooner,
I’ll be head over heels with you
Then, before I notice it
Love has come again as an uninvited guest.
So, if you are not ready
For commitment
Then please, just stay away
And live with this sign:
KEEP DISTANCE.®
This isn't a sequel already. This poem is inspired by my general experience...not with a specific person....
**As the title says, this poem is about my declaration that I am once again...SINGLE and AVAILABLE... ;-)
*I made this poem at around 3:30 in the morning this 3rd day of February, 2009.
Hope you'll like this poem...hehe
I am single again
Available to anyone
Who will be willing
To take a risk with me.
I am loveless again
Half-empty and half-full
Ambivalent at this time
Confused.
Bitter.
Ecstatic.
Miserable.
Hopeful.
I am dateless again
This coming Valentine ’s Day
Still wondering
If I’ll go out with anyone
Who’ll invite me
To celebrate
The commercialized
Day for the lovers
Have dinner together
Watch movies
Go to romantic settings
Watch the sunset
Go to parks
Or do anything just to pass the day
With a date,
And act as if we’re lovers for so long.
How I miss the old days
The breakfast in bed
Walk at the city streets
Lunch at the mall
And enjoy the short
And quick time
At bed as we explore
Each other’s anatomy
And delight ourselves
With the thing covered
With a piece of cloth.
These past few days
How I hate the cold weather
I hate the rainy nights
Where I had to be alone
And feel the freezing atmosphere
As it gets even colder by the second
Because he wasn’t with me
To fill me up with body heat.
I am open again
To any prospect lovers
Out there
I am ready again
To have a taste
Of the...
...bitter-sweet flavor of love.
But this time,
I need someone serious
I have no time for flings
And one night stands
I had been there
Though I liked it
And still tempted with it
But, those were something
So temporary and predictable
I need another taste of life
I need stability in relationship
I need security
I need love
And when I say love
I mean it that way…
Don’t confuse it with infatuation
Nor with lust or physical attraction.
I am in a stage
Where I have to settle down
I am not yet old
But I feel the need
Of someone who can control me
Other than myself
I need someone matured enough
Hopefully financially stable,
Open-minded, faithful
And not a dick head like I’ve used to be.
I mean sex is vital.
Yet we don’t have to do it 3x a day
Maybe once is enough. (winks…hehe)
And tomorrow we can do it again.
I believe there are many fish in the sea
Yet, unfortunately
Not a single of them will be able to read this poem
And respond to it…
So if my words did ring a bell on you
If my claims and cries were able to reach your heart
And enticed you to move and take my hand.
Then, maybe it’s you that I’ve been waiting for
You are the only fish
Out of the millions out there
Who has the gift
Of reading between the lines
Who has the common sense
Which as they say,
Is not so common nowadays
And who has the wit and humor
Of not taking things literally.
As of now,
I am starting to like you already
So, what are you waiting for?
Strike while the iron is hot
But, if you can’t take the heat
Then, stay out of the kitchen.
(these are idioms, FYI…hehe)
I am available again
But be cautious with what you say or do
I get infatuated easily
And sooner,
I’ll be head over heels with you
Then, before I notice it
Love has come again as an uninvited guest.
So, if you are not ready
For commitment
Then please, just stay away
And live with this sign:
KEEP DISTANCE.®
Sunday, January 25, 2009
LONER
***One of my collection of poems...
Also, written 2 yrs ago...hehehe...
Sitting by the wall
Staring at the crowd
Waiting for somebody
To spare a single smile.
One…Two…Three
His counting went on and on
Yet to no avail
His patience fueled him
He procrastinated more and more.
His mind dictated for a move
But his body was so stiff to take an inch...
Worn-out, he sublimed
Went to his world
And seek for an embrace.
At the portals of his soul
Sadness took its form
It ran down through his face
And drew a picture of solitude.
Smile for him is so expensive
He can’t afford to give it away
He’s selfish in some angle,
Yet he’s dying to share his world. ®
Also, written 2 yrs ago...hehehe...
Sitting by the wall
Staring at the crowd
Waiting for somebody
To spare a single smile.
One…Two…Three
His counting went on and on
Yet to no avail
His patience fueled him
He procrastinated more and more.
His mind dictated for a move
But his body was so stiff to take an inch...
Worn-out, he sublimed
Went to his world
And seek for an embrace.
At the portals of his soul
Sadness took its form
It ran down through his face
And drew a picture of solitude.
Smile for him is so expensive
He can’t afford to give it away
He’s selfish in some angle,
Yet he’s dying to share his world. ®
Friday, January 23, 2009
DREAMS
I had a dream, then.
But now, I had dreams.
And so, I’m confused
Whether to go with this dream first
Or to pursue with that dream?!?!?
Full of dreams…indeed.
But now, so full of possibilities
Of these dreams…
To be nothing but dreams.
01-24-09
3:35 am
But now, I had dreams.
And so, I’m confused
Whether to go with this dream first
Or to pursue with that dream?!?!?
Full of dreams…indeed.
But now, so full of possibilities
Of these dreams…
To be nothing but dreams.
01-24-09
3:35 am
Saturday, January 10, 2009
My Metamorphosis
At last...
I'm finally here..
Yet I know
This aint
All of it yet..
I've had
A share of
Being cheap...
But now I've changed...
By what?
By recent experiences
Unexpected and still shocking
Yet it all happened
Before my very eyes
I can feel it
Every part of me does
I belong to this new world
A place for the Upper Class
And the hard to please...
But, don't be scared
Nor get intimidated
My humility is still intact
It didn't change though
Everything of me did.
Behold,
Here I am now
With head held on high
Facing to the highest
Heights that I can
So easily reach...
Nothing can stop me
Especially now
That I've found my Home
In this so-called dreamland
By the commoners.
This is just the start of it
The appetizer as they call it
But, time will just be the factor
Before the main dish will be served.
At last...
I'm finally here..
Yet I know
This aint
All of it yet..
My metamorphosis
Will never regress
It will go on...
On and on...
Nature has it...
Once a caterpillar
Turned into a
Butterfly...
It has no other way to go...
But to spread its wings...
And FLY...
----Ubz_22
10-04-08
I'm finally here..
Yet I know
This aint
All of it yet..
I've had
A share of
Being cheap...
But now I've changed...
By what?
By recent experiences
Unexpected and still shocking
Yet it all happened
Before my very eyes
I can feel it
Every part of me does
I belong to this new world
A place for the Upper Class
And the hard to please...
But, don't be scared
Nor get intimidated
My humility is still intact
It didn't change though
Everything of me did.
Behold,
Here I am now
With head held on high
Facing to the highest
Heights that I can
So easily reach...
Nothing can stop me
Especially now
That I've found my Home
In this so-called dreamland
By the commoners.
This is just the start of it
The appetizer as they call it
But, time will just be the factor
Before the main dish will be served.
At last...
I'm finally here..
Yet I know
This aint
All of it yet..
My metamorphosis
Will never regress
It will go on...
On and on...
Nature has it...
Once a caterpillar
Turned into a
Butterfly...
It has no other way to go...
But to spread its wings...
And FLY...
----Ubz_22
10-04-08
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Whining Narcissa
I've written this poem last August 20, 2008...Again, it's part of my collection of poems and I'll be posting the rest of my saved files, later.
Keep posted. Hehehe....
This poem is about Narcissa's (from Narcissus, The Self-Admirer)complain about her love life and about the way people treat her which for her, is not fit for a near perfect woman like her.
I delved into the frame of mind of Narcissa and what she will feel and think if ever she'll be rejected...
More so, I also have some hidden reasons.
Here it is....
Why can’t they love her as she is?
Don’t they have the eyes to see their loss?
How in the world they can treat her like that:
To just pass by her on the street
And ignore her in the dark solace of the night?
Oh what a pity for them to have a big loss like her!
Why can’t they see the goddess in her?
Can you tell me what their standard of beauty is?
And so she can correct them with what is right
With what is profoundly of optimum level of beauty
And of loveliness they can parade with in the metropolis.
Oh how I pity their taste of what is to be admired!
Why can’t they ask her out for dinner?
Don’t they have the courage to approach a deity like her?
Is she that intimidating or too much for them?
If only they know how low her standard of beauty is,
Then for sure, they would all come rushing for her hands.
Oh how pathetic of them to be such a coward!
Why do they underestimate themselves so much?
And why do they put her so high in the pedestal?
So high that they can no longer see the real her;
And enjoy the company of a star.
Oh how pathetic of them to degrade themselves!
Why can’t they hear her cries each night?
How often should she weep for them to recognize her?
And how loud should her bawl be for them to be awakened
That she is just as ordinary like them,
With only an extraordinary amount of beauty.
Oh how I wish they’ll listen now.
Why can’t they love her as she is?
Can’t they accept her being perfect
And live with the fact that they are not.
For once I hope they could get a life and notice her
She’ll soon be tired of waiting.
In a little while, she’ll return to her kingdom
And have a thousand years of beauty rest.©
Keep posted. Hehehe....
This poem is about Narcissa's (from Narcissus, The Self-Admirer)complain about her love life and about the way people treat her which for her, is not fit for a near perfect woman like her.
I delved into the frame of mind of Narcissa and what she will feel and think if ever she'll be rejected...
More so, I also have some hidden reasons.
Here it is....
Why can’t they love her as she is?
Don’t they have the eyes to see their loss?
How in the world they can treat her like that:
To just pass by her on the street
And ignore her in the dark solace of the night?
Oh what a pity for them to have a big loss like her!
Why can’t they see the goddess in her?
Can you tell me what their standard of beauty is?
And so she can correct them with what is right
With what is profoundly of optimum level of beauty
And of loveliness they can parade with in the metropolis.
Oh how I pity their taste of what is to be admired!
Why can’t they ask her out for dinner?
Don’t they have the courage to approach a deity like her?
Is she that intimidating or too much for them?
If only they know how low her standard of beauty is,
Then for sure, they would all come rushing for her hands.
Oh how pathetic of them to be such a coward!
Why do they underestimate themselves so much?
And why do they put her so high in the pedestal?
So high that they can no longer see the real her;
And enjoy the company of a star.
Oh how pathetic of them to degrade themselves!
Why can’t they hear her cries each night?
How often should she weep for them to recognize her?
And how loud should her bawl be for them to be awakened
That she is just as ordinary like them,
With only an extraordinary amount of beauty.
Oh how I wish they’ll listen now.
Why can’t they love her as she is?
Can’t they accept her being perfect
And live with the fact that they are not.
For once I hope they could get a life and notice her
She’ll soon be tired of waiting.
In a little while, she’ll return to her kingdom
And have a thousand years of beauty rest.©
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