The end game.

Shed tears never turn to dust.
It builds dreams and make them come true.
Sweat and finite hours of exhaustion,
may sound dreary but adds up to success.

To the number of times you've forgotten to eat,
to the tiresome moments of climbing up and down the stairs,
to the endless lines and stressful procedures,
and the number of times you've been bankrupted...

The first end has bid us hello.
And I know for fact, we have done well.
Uncertainty may always haunt us,
thou I know, this semester He has never failed me.

I set sail to an ocean of wide opportunities.
 Never knowing what may lie ahead.
I set my mind on a course
I never thought would be treacherous

But now the first has ended.
I have not finished the race,
Thou there'll always be a promise of tomorrow.
Of completion and a new beginning.

I have tried  my best,
and with all my luck tried to reach the end.
I have failed, thou not entirely.
Beckoning the age of better days, I stand unrattled.

I am waiting for tomorrow.
For a chance to prove myself.
Not just of the world, but to Him and myself.
That I can conquer this battle.

For this warrior never stops
Until the fight is over.
Those shed tears and endless rants will be my weapon.
Coz tomorrow, I WILL FINISH.


19.40. 10.10.13

Knackered & Jaded~

When words cannot strongly suffice the heart's longing,
the emotion sets in & the being lays knackered.

With questions made to and fro,
unimaginable consequences overpower.
It is right to take grasp,
To answer & catch every bit of certainty in the universe.

But what again is it that bedazzles this creature?
A word she would not utter not try to speak of.
A fantasy she dreams of cutting off,
Yet in reality, she longs of a fairytale.

Why would she in a million years run away?
Because she fears extinction.
Not of her race but for her well being.
For that something she has always caged within.

She refuses to enter the portals
For when she takes a step
She'd take a leap of faith
& drown in a pool of mess

She stays unamused yet enthralled
By the idea of knowing what "it" may seem to be
She remains in her corner, hoping.
That one day perhaps...

all her convictions will turn to ash forgotten for life & changed to something worthwhile.


18.27. 10.10.13.

....

I dont know what lies ahead. But I seek to opt to know that things will go well.

Swell. As I just feel like falling flat on the concrete mountains of the jungle of the civilized world. I lie awake just to face the gloomy disposition of facing a reality that's there to haunt me for the rest of my well being.

I stand just to realize the truth of being in a certain circumstance of disbelief and not knowing.

And in this vast universe of connection dots and situations I stare into the ceiling blankly as the thoughts revolve around my own solar system. Rattled and amused I solemnly pray for that silver lining, for a breath of fresh hope and a bight ray of sunshine.

In layman's term, I am confused and uncertain of what the world may fuse to be. If   I the student shall find the right one or if I the student shall be forever one that waits till the crows turn white as cold as the snow that never falls in the PH.

I seek to know.
Thou I cant stand the heartbreak of waiting for unfavourable ideas.


10.7.13 12.44AM

Seeking breaking-free~

When it hurts like hell and you just wanna mask all the jumbled emotions inside you.
When you just wanna run across the hay fields and scorn yourself whilst you bleed so that the pain will be a refuge.
So that the pain inside will feel normal, so that the pain will mask another pain.

When will the longing end?
When will thy seeking end?

I wanna smile again, and laugh and cheer. And prance and fly.

I want the tears to fall so that maybe I could at least let go of some bottled emotions.

1,2,3 steadfast my heart beats.

I want the the stream to flow... The tunnels to burst.

And the barriers to break...


7.12.13. 4.58.

Anxieties and Heartaches~

When the anxiety starts to get to you,
and the water works start to haunt you,
give in.

Tomorrow is a brand new day,
but the heartaches of today will always and forever be etched.

It is a great feeling to live pass it.
To know you've struggled high and low but survived.
Its what's most fulfilling.

What I cannot comprehend is when and how things will come to a turning point.

I am waiting.~

And if once I see the light shine thru I'll go quick and savor the sun that beams thru.
I  shall live with it and attain it.

I wonder when the light shall shine.

I thought I have reached the end but I haven't.

I am still in the pits waiting for the walls to break.

Till tomorrow comes and hits me,

till triumph and great happy days.

8.40.pm. 8.3.13.

Passing Fancies~

But what does a passing fancy mean? 

Is it when you hold your palms tight and your fists close just to rattle yourself with that uncannyfeeling?

Or is it during those sleepless nights when you force yourself to sleep yet you find yourself hooked in the enchanted tales of ideal romances? 

What does the four letter hold?

A promise of a great tomorrow?
Or a minute of certainty and uncertainty?

What does it mean to feel?

What does it mean to seek?
What does it mean to wait?

To wait for the crows to linger, the clouds to pass by, the door to unlock and the mind to open.

1,2,3 step. Fast.
This journey continues.

.envelopedthoughts.
7.8.13

Patience & Patients~

Hi there!

          Its my first journal for this semester & school year.
       Many things have happened, many things have changed.
     The earth's motion started with different schedules,
                                                       different people,
                                                       and most possible a new environment.

Change was sudden, I should have long been prepared. And so it starts...

I carve a face on my oh-so-busy mind
And flip! My thoughts jumble, my words jump.
I kept thinking hard lately
And I cant believe it'll possibly even be more challenging

People run a jolt, they come and go
With written scribbles & laughs in exchange
I developed fondness for a person & a stranger
As weird as it may seem I have liked what it felt

To be loved & be complimented
To feel a heart-warming desire
To feel fulfilled & adequate
To help & to be of service

I see the smiles on their faces
And the twinkle in their eyes
Their sweet gentle beaming
And their soft whisper "I am fine"

This is what I like to do.
And I tell myself most often,
I wanna be of service
For people who dig thru the sands of time

For the masses who have long waited
To restore a huge grin
To laugh genuinely
To feel accepted

The "thank you's" are all rewards
To hear that is music in my ears
I wanna feel this joy
I want this lasting feeling

Firsts are always scary
First are ultra challenges
But who cares?
We live and we learn...

& love the journey that awaits. ♥

DMD.
8.42pm. 6.27.13

Trapped Emotions~

When feelings get lost in a sea of tides you grasp every bit of uncertainty. Hoping that in a queer skim you'll hold what you've been waiting for in the palm of your hands. But then again as every mystery unfolds you lay abandoned thou unrattled.

A quick snap of a finger, a gentle tap on the dusty wooden oak and a solid smack of drift wood...
Alas I this I found...

Little being wants to feel
To flaunt and anneal
As the tides splash
And I jump in a dash

Little being wants to scream
Just to flash thy beam
To sigh and fly
To apply thy cry

Little being want to play
As she goes astray
And humbly she whispers
"I dont care"

Little being wants to shout
Thou all the world may doubt
Little being wants to sob
Yet all the world's a blab!

Little being wants it out
Thou she pretends a scout
Little being sees the world
And every stab a sword

Little being wants to sneak
Maybe with just a peak
Little being wants it over
Yet I can say whatever

Little being says okay
Coz she's tired of maybe
As her mind floats in bay
She remains like a baby

.envelopedthoughts.

1.01am. 6.4.13

In Memory~

As I woke up I found you gone

With shattered pieces of my heart left on the floor

Torn and abandoned I lay weary

Caressing every single moment of the life I had with you

I was left crushed in pieces

I reckon I can never make whole again

You left within a jolt of intangible lies

In a web of queries and anxieties

And as I lie on that cold hard marble

Reality struck that I may never see you again

That gentle smile that beams to and fro

And that flick of hair that rattles my soul

I held my palms and remembered how you held it

And in my heart I know I've found you

But in that winter night I know

I lost a soul I have bore my life to

I dont wanna say farewell

Coz I know you were the one

I dont wanna say good bye

Coz im waiting one last hi

-Dee. 11.12am. 6.4.13

#totalrandomness I have no idea where this came from. Totallyyyyy

Tolls Taken

“Hindi ka pa ba graduate?”

I get that a lot or most commonly these words,

                “Ilang years course mo?”

Sometimes I glance in blank space and wonder…

Next year my batch mates will be in their senior year, they’ll all prolly be busy with their research works, they’ll prance around job fairs & hunt for their graduation dresses…

Im far from seeking the words I’ve just said, I’m actually just beginning my stay in college. I am only half way through the path of which I will one day call my destiny.

I am nowhere near regretting & I don’t plan to do, well at least for now…

Sometimes a feeling of being left out comes to me, & suddenly feel fear in my system,

                                Telling me…

“They’ve all graduated, seeked for jobs, found their career & settled in”

While I’m still here, slowly passing, holding some instruments at hand, waiting for my professors to give out grades, pass or fail & make me wonder if I’ll ever triumph over all this.

They say life’s about taking chances, & yes I took a path I have learned to love since the beginning.

They say life’s never complete without trying so I guess I did took the right way & as the roads diverge my mind wonders off, as it trails across the trees of what ifs and what could have beens. But then I stop & jolt & look back.

Im still happier in the path of which I took.

I am continuing this adventure & no matter where it takes me,

To bums and bruises,

To tears and blood shut eyes,

To empty pockets and blank checks

I wont ever give up, so for now,

As they go up on stage

I shall admire the beauty,

The emcee’s delightful voice

The graduates cheerful sigh

I cant wait for my turn

That one day finally

I’ll hear the words,

CARULLO, Diane Belchez

A graduate, Batch 2015

Till then.

1-11-13

Written last year, finished this year, posted this year. Daz all :))