Who was I?

Who was I before now?

Was I the one who used to suffer a lot from the hands of another?

Was I the one who cries to sleep after being slapped in the face?

Was I the one who was accused of doing something that I've never did?

Pick one and tell me now to clear my name.

Who was I before now?

Was I the one who barely knew her mother?

Was I the one who was envied by another?

Was I the one who never really got the chance to explore?

Pick one and tell me now to comfort myself.

Who was I before now?

Was I the one who weren't allowed outside as a child to play?

Was I the one who were taught to obey?

Was I the one who never really knew what I wanted until today?

Pick one and tell me now to convince myself.

Who was I before now?

I'll tell you-

I was a child with a broken soul,

A child that grew to accept her flaws,

A child that is now a strong woman.

Burial Picture

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She used to be very pretty,
The woman I longed to see;
She used to be very happy,
The woman I wanted to see.

She used to laugh carelessly,
Whose voice I longed to hear;
She used to sing melodiously,
Whose voice I wanted to hear.

Where is she?
The woman I wanted to meet.
Five minutes tops,
That's all I need.

 I know I will never meet her
As I gaze on her pictures,
She looked very pretty
As she sleeps her eternal sleep.

He's So Annoying

It annoys me every time he floods me with messages,

he lets me know that he cares.

It annoys me every time he calls in the middle of the night,

he always wants to hear my voice.

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It always me every time we fight,

because I know that I did something wrong.

It annoys me every time he says sorry,

though I know its my fault.

It annoys me every time he's jealous,

he lets me know he loves me.

It annoys me every time he surprises me,

he always leaves me speechless.

It annoys me to see him cry,

because I know he cries only for me.

It annoys me to find him annoying

though I admit that I find it sweet.

The Story Behind My Smiles

Our professor asked us to write a memoir for our subject Creative Writing and I am staying up late tonight to write one. Even as I typed away to finish this, I am still unsure whether to publish this or not. A memoir. A part of a story of my life. Would they judge me if I'm not what they think I am? Maybe I'm afraid to remember certain memories of my past but I can't change the past for it made me what I am today.

I came from what everyone calls a broken family. I faced a lot of challenges when I was just a little girl. I learned to be independent and face reality at a very young age. I grew envious of my classmates during PTA's and PTC's when their mothers come to school to meet and talk with the teachers. No one came for me. I never really remember much of my mother. Yet I love her. I love her for bearing and giving birth to me.

My mother died when I was a three-year-old girl. My sister took care of me. Our father supported us. I have many siblings and most of us were taken away when our mother died. My father was devastated but swore to bring us all back and be a family. He did it. Succeeded. I am happy. I had a stepmom but she is what I like to call secretly as my wicked evil stepmom. My siblings and I suffered a lot from her. We all kept our mouths shut so that our father wouldn't get mad. She used to twist our words and starve us each time our father is away on a business meeting. We kept our mouths shut. I got bruises? I kept my mouth shut.

My father is a disciplinarian and its a good thing for me. I like it but let's not dwell much on my father.

I've always wanted to experience having a mom to hug me and say I'm pretty and that she loves me. I need to hear it. I'm lonely. I know my mother loves me. I know she watches us from above. I want to know her and I had been given a chance to be nurtured by her for three years. I know she loves me.

When I was in elementary and even in high school, my classmates would ask me if my mother would come since they haven't met her yet. My friends would come to my rescue and say that she's in the arms of Papa God. Others would say how pitiful I was that I didn't have a mother. Am I pitiful? Or are they the ones whom I should pity? I see people that never appreciated their mothers. Shouting at their mothers. Slaving them to things that they should be doing. Can I borrow your mom? Even just for a day? I promise to return her. I do. I just want to be hugged and say I am proud that you're my mother but... I want to say this to my real mom.

My mom and I

Since I was little my relatives from my mother's side would say that if I want to see how my mom looked like, I just have to grab a mirror and look into it. I look like my mom. Even my father agrees. My Grandparents agrees. They all say I look like her. Do I care? Maybe or maybe not. It makes me sad to think that she sacrificed a lot for us. I love my mom. I smile to be strong. I feel numb each time they ask about my mother. I just tell them that she's already in heaven and she's guiding us from up above. I smile because i know she wants me to be happy.

5,6,7,8 I don't know what to do!

"I don't have hobbies; hobbies cost money, interests are quite free."

-George Carlin

What catches your attention? What interests you?

Well, there's a lot to do learn if you open your mind to the things that you may think doesn't concern you. What is your hobby? Do you enjoy it or do you feel like its just an everyday routine? No matter what your answer is- just enjoy your life.

Hi, my name is Denise and I want to share what I do when I don't know what to do (is it confusing? well, leave it be and let's try to know each other). 

Okay, I am still in college and I am doing my best not to crack under all the pressures surrounding me. It may be selfish but let's talk about my hobbies and what interests me.

I love to read classic books because it relaxes my mind. Sometimes I even get a little carried away when I read books like "Little Women" by Louisa May Alcott (Okay, I'll admit that every time I read this book I cry especially the part that Beth dies and Jo thinks that her favorite sister is in love with Laurie), "The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood", "The Secret Garden", etc. The truth is that I really really love to read and it can be costly since I also want to buy those classic books that I could get my hands on.

I also like to dance. Dancing for me is an exercise, it keeps me flexible and fit. It also helps me in cardio exercising. I really like dancing though at times my father wouldn't allow it because he thinks it might affect my studies so I sometimes sneak at his back to join in my schoolmates that would be presenting folk dancing in our school (Hey! just to be clear, I only snuck behind my father's back in elementary to experience folk dancing). I also love to dance with the modern music and I also dance with partners such as cha-cha, waltz, etc. I also love to draw and I would stay up all night just t finish my drawing. I like to draw sceneries and those anime characters from Japan (I do confess that I feel I have a habit of drawing inside the class especially when the topic bores me or if I'm too sleepy to listen. Sorry).No matter what kind of hobby you may have, you must enjoy it to relieve your stress. Don't crack under the pressure. If you think that you can't think straight and feel like you don't know what to do- just grab a book, a pencil, etc. and do what you like best.

 Have a break.

Break-a-leg.

Take five.

Take a break because we all deserves it.

Wedding Ring

Seven years has passed
since she was gone;
Seven years has passed
still he thinks she's the one.

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Seven years has passed
when they last kissed and laughed;

Seven years has passed
when he cried and gave their last.

Seven years has passed
they almost celebrated their 50th anniversary;
Seven years has passed
he reminisces her memory.

Seven years has passed
he still thinks of her;
Seven years has passed
he still wears their wedding ring.

-Denise