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<p style="text-align: center;"> When you've given your love;</p><p style="text-align: center;">Whole and not in pieces,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Like a box full of surprises and not just bits of paper that can be crumpled.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Would you beg for attention?</p><p style="text-align: center;">Will you beg to be respected?</p><p style="text-align: center;">Will you beg to be seen?</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I have been thinking about this for a couple of days now</p><p style="text-align: center;">And it's a difficult decision when you love too much</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">It's poisonous;</p><p style="text-align: center;">toxic</p><p style="text-align: center;">and</p><p style="text-align: center;">addicting.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Is this just a response from the past?</p><p style="text-align: center;">From the past that you always had to lower yourself to anyone</p><p style="text-align: center;">For not expecting something in return</p><p style="text-align: center;">And when you do...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">That's the time when they do not need you.</p><p style="text-align: center;">They do not care about you.</p><p style="text-align: center;">They ignore you.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIclRIHpgoRPeHtoPatO76qFtnuyHVXGtR4-G26mPHfCZIv0NGhllrQ66wVxw3C20vSNtvHXWrklKHXBV-oowXiBMTD7oB4UhlqzIvktXyROFW7YiXOi4eeTSDgkOaaSApKG8-K_pvN6H_fAALP_72tzEdZ6XoU01KUW8EgxGyi67gCYPNnGRauSEOuNE/s1536/ChatGPT%20Image%20Aug%2024,%202025,%2010_56_35%20PM.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIclRIHpgoRPeHtoPatO76qFtnuyHVXGtR4-G26mPHfCZIv0NGhllrQ66wVxw3C20vSNtvHXWrklKHXBV-oowXiBMTD7oB4UhlqzIvktXyROFW7YiXOi4eeTSDgkOaaSApKG8-K_pvN6H_fAALP_72tzEdZ6XoU01KUW8EgxGyi67gCYPNnGRauSEOuNE/s320/ChatGPT%20Image%20Aug%2024,%202025,%2010_56_35%20PM.png" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Art image generated for illustration purposes, not my own artwork.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>
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The Pain of Giving Everything

Judy Ann Magday August 24, 2025 Literature

When you've given your love; Whole and not in pieces, Like a box full of surprises and not just bits of paper that can be crumpled. Wou...

<p style="text-align: center;"> I find writing my thoughts comforting these days...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">You write everything you cannot say out loud;</p><p style="text-align: center;">Write the things you want to tell, but do not have the courage to do so;</p><p style="text-align: center;">Write to see if your handwriting has gone downhill</p><p style="text-align: center;">AND</p><p style="text-align: center;">Laugh how it changed over;</p><p style="text-align: center;">Write because this paper will not judge, gaslight, or say any words that could dismiss your feelings...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">It feels like someone is listening, but through the flow of your hand</p><p style="text-align: center;">It feels like someone is there, but the truth is..</p><p style="text-align: center;"> There's none;</p><p style="text-align: center;">So you continue to write until your hands get sore and you no longer want it.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeytrh_NAq4vMq4nFzO6Z4sk-SYn920s9obAc4vh2E0yr_agH0wrZ-2PE-PEwE3J0qeV39356kFKXMo6KwXqvWjUPWmE-CBvdvqd2KiWGPyZ93j4UaymRenmd0JhWM6uwnmBVgsFT-O1P89YvPFQVA-U7G3Vor0WbCDqkyo0UjJjVUAoHD7Wlw125PVhc/s3984/pexels-tirachard-kumtanom-112571-472311.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2988" data-original-width="3984" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeytrh_NAq4vMq4nFzO6Z4sk-SYn920s9obAc4vh2E0yr_agH0wrZ-2PE-PEwE3J0qeV39356kFKXMo6KwXqvWjUPWmE-CBvdvqd2KiWGPyZ93j4UaymRenmd0JhWM6uwnmBVgsFT-O1P89YvPFQVA-U7G3Vor0WbCDqkyo0UjJjVUAoHD7Wlw125PVhc/s320/pexels-tirachard-kumtanom-112571-472311.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo by: <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/black-twist-pen-on-top-of-open-white-notebook-472311/" target="_blank">Tirachard Kumtanom</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p>

SHORT POEM: The Relentless Flow of Thoughts

Judy Ann Magday October 29, 2024 Literature

I find writing my thoughts comforting these days... You write everything you cannot say out loud; Write the things you want to tell, but do...

<div style="text-align: center;">You suddenly wake up.</div><div style="text-align: center;">With a bothered heart;</div><div style="text-align: center;">You want to know the truth;</div><div style="text-align: center;">The truth has been consuming you-</div><div style="text-align: center;">over and over again...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They say “You should not open”;</div><div style="text-align: center;">They say “Let it be”;</div><div style="text-align: center;">They all say “Just go with the flow and go through it”;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But...</div><div style="text-align: center;">What IF;</div><div style="text-align: center;">What if I open the key to overcome this;</div><div style="text-align: center;">What if I tell my feelings;</div><div style="text-align: center;">What if it’ll get better;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Should I just let this be?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Should I do it? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSynUFfDZ2DYdxM95AkqdesZTHzdUl1gfR7ea9cQ7yPVc3iUKKr_a53-rFykTvVXuT4Mz3GM7SD-H0mxXbnr-k8zTnitM0Pa8MpfCFzjU4vugB5p7Y12lJ6buyq66WipTFqt3oXwskIKCvTVeCAPjVOw6Ge94FNUb8JiFZMmOVowPe77Kyaux_MbcYDEI/s1920/835865F5-21B7-4FE9-9F3E-007EFCBD90EC.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSynUFfDZ2DYdxM95AkqdesZTHzdUl1gfR7ea9cQ7yPVc3iUKKr_a53-rFykTvVXuT4Mz3GM7SD-H0mxXbnr-k8zTnitM0Pa8MpfCFzjU4vugB5p7Y12lJ6buyq66WipTFqt3oXwskIKCvTVeCAPjVOw6Ge94FNUb8JiFZMmOVowPe77Kyaux_MbcYDEI/s320/835865F5-21B7-4FE9-9F3E-007EFCBD90EC.jpeg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>

Short Poem: Let it be

Judy Ann Magday October 05, 2024 Literature

You suddenly wake up. With a bothered heart; You want to know the truth; The truth has been consuming you- over and over again... They say “...

<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; display: inline; font-size: 12pt;">These days have been exhausting..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; display: inline; font-size: 12pt;">More exhausting than it was before...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; display: inline; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; display: inline; font-size: 12pt;">You CAN’T tell anyone</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; display: inline; font-size: 12pt;">If you do,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; display: inline; font-size: 12pt;">You’ll look weak</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; display: inline; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; display: inline; font-size: 12pt;">You CAN'T tell anyone</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; display: inline; font-size: 12pt;">If you do,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; display: inline; font-size: 12pt;">They’ll know how easy it is to hurt you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; display: inline; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; display: inline; font-size: 12pt;">You’ve worked so hard...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; display: inline; font-size: 12pt;">So hard that you even have to wear a mask...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; display: inline; font-size: 12pt;">A mask that hides who you truly are...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; display: inline; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; display: inline; font-size: 12pt;">That person with deep scars;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; display: inline; font-size: 12pt;">Scars that even time or magic - even it exists;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; display: inline; font-size: 12pt;">Cannot undo all these... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9CkXqcrVXKH1725z0l65AwbhodCWnKDFAaAXDA126hSX-GAd722V9OHrmCQMmG5Fln_ot30MdjlToJnsgkQ9LsxIlGmN5UyyMEWszpd1bkIUEV89rFDLJM9xz7OX7McvA5r_xIEAwLVgmfzsbyWKkuML6x4VP7hywPSao4XRuyCo2-dOKG7jwaMeh6MQ/s3008/96CA2929-0C4A-4E8B-8B59-B4D765C0C971.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2467" data-original-width="3008" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9CkXqcrVXKH1725z0l65AwbhodCWnKDFAaAXDA126hSX-GAd722V9OHrmCQMmG5Fln_ot30MdjlToJnsgkQ9LsxIlGmN5UyyMEWszpd1bkIUEV89rFDLJM9xz7OX7McvA5r_xIEAwLVgmfzsbyWKkuML6x4VP7hywPSao4XRuyCo2-dOKG7jwaMeh6MQ/s320/96CA2929-0C4A-4E8B-8B59-B4D765C0C971.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photographed by: <a href="https://www.pexels.com/@Judy%20Ann-Magday-3573430" target="_blank">judy.biajedor</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; display: inline; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div>

Short Poem : Tell No One

Judy Ann Magday July 04, 2024 Literature

These days have been exhausting.. More exhausting than it was before... You CAN’T tell anyone If you do, You’ll look weak You CAN'T tell...

<p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 26px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 3px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s1" style="font-weight: bold;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">You already knew that this was going to happen,</p><p></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2">Knowing the feelings will be gone.</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2">You are waiting for that person to leave;</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2">Leave you and be with someone else;</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2">Someone worth their love</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2">And not you...</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 19.1px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2">You who gave that person a reason,</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2">to be hurt,</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2">to feel not love,</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2">to feel that they are unworthy.</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 19.1px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2">You who wish that someone will come;</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2">Come in their life and will make them happy.</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 19.1px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2">You who wish that they did not meet you at all,</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2">You who wish and pray that the right person would come in their life.</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 19.1px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2">And again, in your dreams you see him,</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2">happy with someone and that,</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2">that is not you. </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1G3DTgaKSc5CskRZnVGT248wAL982wOoHyTQzzlTVFCvAuYJOsjbemH3Hcv00b8dL8yPXX13-09QQWTXupZziBZSzYO0B7X4Fs879PTIvardVDhscxyW8LOWfouM8b9RXZj_l1FESsuOn7_4-RRjIBdraSsF114BJl60CjPvCtp0H7ATwLqO1NSIY5g/s6720/BF131787-CB5F-4112-932A-5E720E6EF8A1.jpeg" style="font-size: 26px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4480" data-original-width="6720" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1G3DTgaKSc5CskRZnVGT248wAL982wOoHyTQzzlTVFCvAuYJOsjbemH3Hcv00b8dL8yPXX13-09QQWTXupZziBZSzYO0B7X4Fs879PTIvardVDhscxyW8LOWfouM8b9RXZj_l1FESsuOn7_4-RRjIBdraSsF114BJl60CjPvCtp0H7ATwLqO1NSIY5g/s320/BF131787-CB5F-4112-932A-5E720E6EF8A1.jpeg" width="320" /></a></span></p>

U N W O R T H Y

Judes Biajedor May 07, 2022 Literature

You already knew that this was going to happen, Knowing the feelings will be gone. You are waiting for that person to leave; Leave you and b...

<p style="text-align: center;"> Every day, there was not an ounce in my life</p><p style="text-align: center;">That <b>does not feel exhausting</b>.</p><p style="text-align: center;">I always wanted to know <b>how to live</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>with a smile</b> that does not go away.</p><p style="text-align: center;">This <b>pent-up feeling</b> affects my surroundings</p><p style="text-align: center;">And I...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>I do not know what to do anymore</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I'm <b>trying</b> to <b>build myself</b>,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>piece by piece</b>.</p><p style="text-align: center;">I've even tried using a so-called hard glue in my life, </p><p style="text-align: center;">Just to get back on track.</p><p style="text-align: center;">But <b>some pieces</b> are<b> falling</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>as if there's lacking</b>.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I tried using <b>different keys</b> to <b>unlock the old me;</b></p><p style="text-align: center;">The old me that was <b>motivated to live</b>,</p><p style="text-align: center;">The old me who can <b>overcome any problems</b>,</p><p style="text-align: center;">the old me that <b>do not need any help</b>,</p><p style="text-align: center;">that old me that <b>no one could take down</b>,</p><p style="text-align: center;">But these<b> keys do not work</b>,</p><p style="text-align: center;">as if they're <b>old</b> and <b>rusty</b>.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Making me<b> realize </b>that<b> it has been a long time</b></p><p style="text-align: center;">since I've been "<b>ME</b>".</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFgcj8yWEW6efI-2TfX6KqM4CMn1SEBzPlnOLCoPoVh0bzqnXWJ7O-cfvWveiYe0xPWll7kpqftGl6g0MDS5SQlJ9iT-cPm-IXI0uXNxl3OM5IAMqmALAq0p5oxs4eFA0aXyp1q9BrdYKIwoj0IOYtooJuYNarE4LRhQ9GoO3F_t6vkLxsWGJBS_regw=s4598" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4598" data-original-width="3376" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFgcj8yWEW6efI-2TfX6KqM4CMn1SEBzPlnOLCoPoVh0bzqnXWJ7O-cfvWveiYe0xPWll7kpqftGl6g0MDS5SQlJ9iT-cPm-IXI0uXNxl3OM5IAMqmALAq0p5oxs4eFA0aXyp1q9BrdYKIwoj0IOYtooJuYNarE4LRhQ9GoO3F_t6vkLxsWGJBS_regw=s320" width="235" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by: <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/door-knob-on-an-old-wooden-door-2940371/" target="_blank">Suzy Hazelwood</a><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>

EXHAUSTED

Judes Biajedor January 24, 2022 Literature

Every day, there was not an ounce in my life That does not feel exhausting . I always wanted to know how to live with a smile that does no...

<p style="text-align: center;">I close my eyes and saw someone I knew</p><p style="text-align: center;">I've hurt, torn, and left like nothing happened.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Asking me to see what's new,</p><p style="text-align: center;">But hesitant to move my feet,</p><p style="text-align: center;">I can't even look at his eyes,</p><p style="text-align: center;">I wonder how he gets so happy seeing me,</p><p style="text-align: center;">After what I've done.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I wanted to know, how;</p><p style="text-align: center;">How he became completely happy without me,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Without by my side moved on like nothing happened</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">He let me into his home</p><p style="text-align: center;">A home full of happiness</p><p style="text-align: center;">Smiles on their faces, wanting friendship</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Still, I'm hesitant</p><p style="text-align: center;">There's this feeling that keeps bothering me.</p><p style="text-align: center;">That something is not right.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">And then, I remembered his words before,</p><p style="text-align: center;">His last words after I left,</p><p style="text-align: center;">That everything will be untrue,</p><p style="text-align: center;">and that he will wait for me to see this.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">It happened and I regret it.</p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7hv8i1Cy5Goyn6cru5cctCQvF7l8Mq44RObkUGgy3pyckUlrzkaYkvAFyE2VC1UCU_eWeyq25WggmrRfhMMBwSF_YINywhmv5HUKFv3fLDFIKqv4qSo9oVx9PAhXmZ59zEGqkqn8ngw-nMk14nxBVZrnlMJiZWvNtFKaHUiMbnfzwI2g9DbAkq6qyxA=s4840" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4840" data-original-width="3274" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7hv8i1Cy5Goyn6cru5cctCQvF7l8Mq44RObkUGgy3pyckUlrzkaYkvAFyE2VC1UCU_eWeyq25WggmrRfhMMBwSF_YINywhmv5HUKFv3fLDFIKqv4qSo9oVx9PAhXmZ59zEGqkqn8ngw-nMk14nxBVZrnlMJiZWvNtFKaHUiMbnfzwI2g9DbAkq6qyxA=s320" width="216" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, segoe ui, roboto, oxygen, cantarell, helvetica neue, ubuntu, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Photo by <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/hand-touching-glass-3944752/" target="_blank">Josh Hild</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>

ADMONITION

Judes Biajedor January 21, 2022 Literature

I close my eyes and saw someone I knew I've hurt, torn, and left like nothing happened. Asking me to see what's new, But hesitant to...

<div>No one thinks I can change;</div><div>Rather no one thinks I can be good;</div><div>Good for myself,</div><div>or become better.</div><div><br></div><div>Every day you battle yourself,</div><div>from all these questions,</div><div>stares and statements.</div><div><br></div><div>You will be deprived of your feelings. </div><div>FAKE and LIAR are two things, </div><div>what they call of you. </div><div><br></div><div>No one will believe your pain;</div><div>No one. </div><div><br></div><div>Because they still see you in your past,</div><div>and not who you are now. </div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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S E E M E

Judes Biajedor April 02, 2021 Literature

No one thinks I can change; Rather no one thinks I can be good; Good for myself, or become better. Every day you battle yourself, from all t...

<p style="text-align: center;">Return of what's been done.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Having the thought it could bring happiness</p><p style="text-align: center;">or even satisfaction. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">But, it did not.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Instead, it only keeps me from the shadow</p><p style="text-align: center;">from what I'm afraid to become.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">The dark side of me grows,</p><p style="text-align: center;">and </p><p style="text-align: center;">no one can save me from this pit.</p><p style="text-align: center;">This pit of darkness that I'm now comfortable with;</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I can't escape it...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">That feeling of greatness dominate someone's life;</p><p style="text-align: center;">That pain they would feel from realizing what was happening,</p><p style="text-align: center;">All of this time, they're just being played by my hands.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Spinning their minds and it was easy.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I thought that this will give me the happiness I've been longing for,</p><p style="text-align: center;">from what that man did to me when I was young.</p><p style="text-align: center;">But again, it did not...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">It did not return what has been done.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Instead,</p><p style="text-align: center;">I became someone else that everyone can despise now. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9x4nK-k4_mEhqiMgMSErVkSpesx970qTUNdMixq-VNgy0QbAiZdizwkhlNsPnxIQcf254_54g_gp5HGNZIpfv79JTFafLNtQk_PCrEI0mNHZPRC4tTups6Wcw5AHHa7Ss-9IGyZe4lC1/s1880/daniel_rechepexels-photo-3601097.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1253" data-original-width="1880" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9x4nK-k4_mEhqiMgMSErVkSpesx970qTUNdMixq-VNgy0QbAiZdizwkhlNsPnxIQcf254_54g_gp5HGNZIpfv79JTFafLNtQk_PCrEI0mNHZPRC4tTups6Wcw5AHHa7Ss-9IGyZe4lC1/w400-h266/daniel_rechepexels-photo-3601097.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by: <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/gray-scale-photo-of-man-covering-face-with-his-hands-3601097/" target="_blank">Daniel Reche</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>

RETURN

Judes Biajedor January 21, 2021 Literature

Return of what's been done. Having the thought it could bring happiness or even satisfaction. But, it did not. Instead, it only keeps m...

<p style="text-align: center;"> You hit the ground,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Smashed everything you see,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Not knowing what's underneath;</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">You stomped your feet,</p><p style="text-align: center;">You burst in anger and guilt;</p><p style="text-align: center;">What have you done?</p><p style="text-align: center;">Why did you do it?</p><p style="text-align: center;">Why do you have to hit the bottom of everything, </p><p style="text-align: center;">and hurt everyone else?</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">You find the answer,</p><p style="text-align: center;">and</p><p style="text-align: center;">it was YOU, all the time.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">You are the problem</p><p style="text-align: center;">You are the one making all these mistakes</p><p style="text-align: center;">You can't blame anyone</p><p style="text-align: center;">but you are so hard on yourself</p><p style="text-align: center;">that you don't want to even look in the mirror</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Because</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">You'll see the person, that you don't know anymore.</p><p style="text-align: center;">You cry but you feel like you don't deserve to have tears,</p><p style="text-align: center;">You clean your body but still feel disgusted about yourself.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">You don't want any good to come in your life, </p><p style="text-align: center;">Because you thought it will just go to waste.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">That rock you've hit was the biggest mistake in your life,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And you can never change or go back from that time. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNKycpNxFq7RfM8T8XEhq-GmgozhtSZReXzt8m1eudY5_UIVSZjV7nbpOaX_-JTBHWRcoz5tyJWuVjj0eCDezuPmYu64IuJsCn16NCPU8Gzl1m8RiW85A06QFLdW9CvvCk37O-W8rbeLP3/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1300" data-original-width="1039" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNKycpNxFq7RfM8T8XEhq-GmgozhtSZReXzt8m1eudY5_UIVSZjV7nbpOaX_-JTBHWRcoz5tyJWuVjj0eCDezuPmYu64IuJsCn16NCPU8Gzl1m8RiW85A06QFLdW9CvvCk37O-W8rbeLP3/w320-h400/katii_pexels-photo-89517.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by: <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/emotions-feelings-emotion-feeling-89517/" target="_blank">Katii Bishop</a><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>

Rock-Bottom

Judes Biajedor November 29, 2020 Literature

You hit the ground, Smashed everything you see, Not knowing what's underneath; You stomped your feet, You burst in anger and guilt; Wha...

<div style="text-align: center;">This dream...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Almost killed me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was standing in a room,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Filling water in my cup</div><div style="text-align: center;">I drink it but,</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was never enough;</div><div style="text-align: center;">I drink again</div><div style="text-align: center;">But it feels like air;</div><div style="text-align: center;">It feels like its there but empty.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I drink a couple of times,</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I'm still thirsty;</div><div style="text-align: center;">My body is asking for more and I don't know why.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And then</div><div style="text-align: center;">A woman suddenly appeared</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bow to me and hold my feet,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I ask her to let go but she wouldn't.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She smiled at me with dark eyes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I ask for help but no one hears me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm crying out loud but I know this is a dream. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And then, I saw a person, I don't know who it was.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I ask him for help, but he can't hear me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I cried, saying "I give up, no one can hear me..."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And then, after saying those words...</div><div style="text-align: center;">I suddenly wake up from that nightmare. </div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ymQJsrh2yaVvllBsdln9roaSuAko-gYuYzPqBxwOWg2awu6c9DlrSDSdUaop0iTqD4TK4Iq6Hh7VLDX_ekMna0kG7qSV_ClBxL9noEb9TFNfeJE5AIsOOIjTThFbGLUVOnIbIK7l6oVn/s1600/1600002697104927-0.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo: <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/grayscale-photo-of-chair-inside-the-establishment-162389" target="_blank">@pixabay</a><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I N A D E Q U A T E

Judes Biajedor September 13, 2020 Literature

This dream... Almost killed me I was standing in a room, Filling water in my cup I drink it but, It was never enough; I drink again But it f...

<div style="text-align: center;">Turn on the faucet </div><div style="text-align: center;">Fill up your cup of sadness</div><div style="text-align: center;">Measure your loneliness</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This life may let you down</div><div style="text-align: center;">And to escape from what's happening is what makes you only choose...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Choose to end what was that thing...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The thing that keeps drowning you from within,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The thing that keeps whispering at night </div><div style="text-align: center;">The thing that keeps you away to talk to people and smile freely.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And that thing was not a thing </div><div style="text-align: center;">But it was YOU.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You who owns your life,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Been captivated with hurt and struggles that run from your mind,</div><div style="text-align: center;">And giving a thought of trying to open up makes you hide. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Handshakes, long conversations, telling your story. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It is scary...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Scared enough to know if this person is good, and will never hurt you. </div><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-UmUcrV_r-IpbsFGVoOgU-6qM57c_-pb4Z3XIXQ-9uNyE4RrW0ujeHCa9b0zI6aWA8jGZQjXG-JuVKuT_dIt3kf0X0RA0r20g6Ou-9v1chZkrYrQjYmN4QI80DA4L_mjbpba0p4xg7hlr/s1600/1599312111724433-0.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo by: <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/clear-glass-container-with-white-round-beads-4667189" target="_blank">@cottonbro</a> <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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W A T E R-H E A R T

Judes Biajedor September 05, 2020 Literature

Turn on the faucet Fill up your cup of sadness Measure your loneliness This life may let you down And to escape from what's happening i...

<div style="text-align: center;">I was there</div><div style="text-align: center;">I knew it was all a dream, but I have to finish everything</div><div style="text-align: center;">from the beginning.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I saw the people I've been thinking for so long,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and</div><div style="text-align: center;">All of them have their own different sides of me that they chose.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't know why but I also wish all of those things never happened.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wish that "this is not real"...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am about to marry someone.</div><div style="text-align: center;">That guy is kind, lovable, know's my quirks yet it feels like...</div><div style="text-align: center;">there's something not right.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Before the day, I was supposed to exchange vows.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I decided to leave him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I know by myself that I'm not ready </div><div style="text-align: center;">and </div><div style="text-align: center;">If I chose this path I'll regret it...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The time is running out.</div><div style="text-align: center;">As if I'm trying to escape a problem that is just behind me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm trying to ignore it and I know that I'm not ready to face it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I knew that I'm going to hurt a lot of people if I leave,</div><div style="text-align: center;">but I must choose to walk away.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I felt my guts and only a few people, would like to help me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">IT FELT SO REAL, that my heart beats fast.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I kept waking up, and when I sleep again, it continues the next phase of my dream...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I remember everything, and I knew all along,</div><div style="text-align: center;">that I have to hurt someone, </div><div style="text-align: center;">before </div><div style="text-align: center;">I get to realize what I must do in my life. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7xM_rfA8LFwTqANNDFoBP0qnzIuKLgRkiUvXu6p_OJ4B1oxobp23czZY8JfaG9FFB32IKiScM2Vz2w7Q2-cV5FDQjXTbl84S5iinWK_w7ITsz87b-2mwnby5uAlkKyJea8k_hyphenhyphenRxa2-wj/s1300/pexels-photo_spb_mari_monpari.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1300" data-original-width="867" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7xM_rfA8LFwTqANNDFoBP0qnzIuKLgRkiUvXu6p_OJ4B1oxobp23czZY8JfaG9FFB32IKiScM2Vz2w7Q2-cV5FDQjXTbl84S5iinWK_w7ITsz87b-2mwnby5uAlkKyJea8k_hyphenhyphenRxa2-wj/s640/pexels-photo_spb_mari_monpari.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by: <a href="https://www.pexels.com/@marimonpari" target="_blank">@marimonpari</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>

TO L E A V E

Judes Biajedor July 31, 2020 Literature

I was there I knew it was all a dream, but I have to finish everything from the beginning. I saw the people I've been thinking for so lo...

<div style="text-align: center;">Waking up from 8 hours of sleep;</div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought it was refreshing,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought my energy was filled up.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought my mind is already at ease...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But I'm afraid it wasn't...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My mind is still filled with worries I could not escape.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My heart always aches for no reason.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My body feels tired as if I run a mile. </div><div style="text-align: center;">My eyes just wanted to shut itself again </div><div style="text-align: center;">and </div><div style="text-align: center;">Not go back from what was happening.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">These feelings elope me </div><div style="text-align: center;">and </div><div style="text-align: center;">knows I can't find a way to get out of this.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYedJmLozAELc_oCkvIMWjdEgpXSV-Obi9GKfpndX9rKu_wrPHeFnYmqRdzAGXdPq9GESoRNYxlk3tWKkqvy8R6h2CkWX5oavy3VQSv4mYf0KH4SG6R-qwcwI01VwIhooemMKApljMaPHY/s1880/pexels-photo-4083097.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1208" data-original-width="1880" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYedJmLozAELc_oCkvIMWjdEgpXSV-Obi9GKfpndX9rKu_wrPHeFnYmqRdzAGXdPq9GESoRNYxlk3tWKkqvy8R6h2CkWX5oavy3VQSv4mYf0KH4SG6R-qwcwI01VwIhooemMKApljMaPHY/s320/pexels-photo-4083097.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Captured by: <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/man-sitting-on-brown-wooden-boat-4083097/" target="_blank">Xilent Emn</a><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>

C O N F U S E

Judes Biajedor June 29, 2020 Literature

Waking up from 8 hours of sleep; I thought it was refreshing, I thought my energy was filled up. I thought my mind is already at ease... But...

<div style="text-align: center;">As I drift away, from the tick of the clock,</div><div style="text-align: center;">from the machines, I've been holding, </div><div style="text-align: center;">and </div><div style="text-align: center;">from the task, I've been doing every day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The voices were calling me, saying I should just lay in bed, </div><div style="text-align: center;">and</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not open my eyes to see the reality.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I saw someone, I believe I knew him.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was about to exchange vows to a man I know that is too far to be reached.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He is unknown from my reality.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Both Families were celebrating as if they knew my past.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My grandmother whom I also don't know asked...</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Are you happy? Because I feel that you're not"</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was surprised, as she is the only person who talks to me as if she's in front of me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">As if she's real. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I told her I don't know what's happening, but my heart is troubled.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My mind was thinking someone else, and not this man I'm holding with.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My mind was saying this is not the right moment, and I have to wait.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know it was all a dream, but I'm afraid to not escape it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was walking through a path, with a man I do not know.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who cares and respects me so much, but my love never shows. </div><div style="text-align: center;">My heart and mind say to stop what's happening because I know he'll get hurt.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But the preparation is almost done, for me to be with him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Until...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The woman who has asked me...</div><div style="text-align: center;">The woman in my dream as my grandmother...</div><div style="text-align: center;">She told him that I'm not happy, and should let me go.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Everyone was shocked! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Because they saw me fitting that white beautiful dress and planning all of what's needed.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The man whom I almost about to exchange vows...</div><div style="text-align: center;">was not even mad..</div><div style="text-align: center;">not even crying...</div><div style="text-align: center;">nor feel hurt...</div><div style="text-align: center;">but </div><div style="text-align: center;">he then asked...</div><div style="text-align: center;">if I'm still waiting</div><div style="text-align: center;">for a man that will never come back. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I opened my eyes and thought I was already in reality.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But it just keeps on repeating, as if it saying something. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Something I've been thinking for so long, but could not escape it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhatbAQwSqeMB1beKBM395LoBbuoPCiSbiIwgmJDC1GMAbGMujBp3Lh3Z0kRLC3YS4zkv-TH1jVwJ0_x-KfVXOhwDkk3TBQVXeGIi7G4sTTjha95z7oXDhRicYLanqaAOD4VB3A4WMDORxo/s1300/pexels-photo-1439073.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1300" data-original-width="867" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhatbAQwSqeMB1beKBM395LoBbuoPCiSbiIwgmJDC1GMAbGMujBp3Lh3Z0kRLC3YS4zkv-TH1jVwJ0_x-KfVXOhwDkk3TBQVXeGIi7G4sTTjha95z7oXDhRicYLanqaAOD4VB3A4WMDORxo/s320/pexels-photo-1439073.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>

S L E E P

Judes Biajedor June 06, 2020 Literature

As I drift away, from the tick of the clock, from the machines, I've been holding, and from the task, I've been doing every day. T...

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When we first met,</div>
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My mind was
troubled, from fear and exhaustion to the idea of love.</div>
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I smile and glance
in every way, yet you see through me on what I feel inside;</div>
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I was hiding my
true identity, not knowing you’ll accept it fully.</div>
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I am scared and we
both feel the same way that maybe it’s not meant for us.</div>
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I am scared but
you don’t know.</div>
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I am scared of
trying to know someone and end up hurting or be hurt.</div>
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I did try to get
to know you, but I know it was not enough.</div>
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You became my friend and someone that I can lean on;</div>
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From heartbreaks
to happiness.</div>
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I always felt that
urge to talk to you but limit myself if I have to.</div>
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There’s this
boundary that keeping us apart, and it has become my guidance to be careful
from you.</div>
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I was able to open
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I do not pretend
for you do not care;</div>
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I am still scared
if ever you will see my flaws,</div>
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the scars that I
have every bit of insecurities that is within me.</div>
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Yet you always
say, you love every part of me.</div>
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I told you my
life, even the tragedies that happened to me.</div>
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I cried every time
I did try to open up.</div>
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And there's this
different feeling...</div>
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I never knew a
person that would make me feel as if I’m the most special one in their life.</div>
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I will cherish
every part of you and I know you’ll do the same for me.</div>
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That Someone

Judes Biajedor April 28, 2020 Literature

When we first met, My mind was troubled, from fear and exhaustion to the idea of love. I smile and glance in every way, yet you...

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Tinatawag mo na ang sarili bilang mapera,</div>
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Kaya ng bumili ng mga bagay na nagustuhan lamang;</div>
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Pero ito pakakatandaan mo</div>
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Huwag kang maginarte</div>
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Sa mga bagay na ikinabuhay mo noon</div>
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Nangibang Bansa lang ang mga magulang, kapatid, o kamag-anak</div>
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Kung umasta ka'y kala mo hindi galing sa hirap.</div>
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Nandidiri sa dilis, ayaw na sa simpleng pirito ng talong;</div>
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Inaayawan na rin pati tatak pinoy na biscuit.</div>
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Mas ginusto pa ang Nutella</div>
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Kesa peanut butter ni Aling tina</div>
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Tinangkilik na ang Toblerone</div>
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Kaysa sa Barnuts</div>
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Ayaw na rin sa Yema,</div>
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Mas gusto pa daw ang Reese</div>
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Inaayawan na rin ang monay ni Manong pedro</div>
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Ang gusto e' Loaf bread sa mga kilalang panadero.</div>
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Kung hindi dahil sa pagdiskubre ng apoy</div>
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Ng ating mga ninuno</div>
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Baka iyong mga nagustuhan mo na</div>
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Ay hanggang ngayon wala pa</div>
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Mabubuhay ka kaya?</div>
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Ito ang iyong dapat pakatandaan</div>
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Umasenso ka man</div>
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Huwag mong kalimutan</div>
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Kung saan ka nagmula,</div>
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Kung saan ka nagsimula.</div>
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Sapagkat sasabihin ko ito sayo</div>
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Sigurado akong ika'y magpapasalamat</div>
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Nang kung hindi dahil sa kanila</div>
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Dahil sa mga bagay at tao na iyon</div>
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Hindi ka mapupunta sa kinauupuan mo ngayon.</div>
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Kaya kung mapadaan ka kay Manong pedro</div>
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Sa tindahan man ni Aling tina</div>
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O sa palengkeng pinandidirihan mo</div>
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Magpakumbaba ka,</div>
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Dahil kung wala sila</div>
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Hindi ka makakapagsimula.</div>
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Monay, noong naghihirap ka</div>
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Isda  nabubusog kana</div>
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Peanut butter na pinapak na parang candy</div>
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Pwede pang ipalaman.</div>
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Sila ang nagbibigay lakas sayo noon</div>
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Para simulan ang araw o katapusan nito</div>
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Matuto ka namang magpakumbaba</div>
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Balikan kahit iilang bagay mula sa iyong nakaraan</div>
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At hindi ganyang pag asta mo ngayon</div>
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ang ipinapakita na walang ikauunlad.</div>
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Poem: Huwag kang Mag-inarte [Taglish]

Judes Biajedor April 26, 2020 Literature

Tinatawag mo na ang sarili bilang mapera, Kaya ng bumili ng mga bagay na nagustuhan lamang; Pero ito pakakatandaan mo Huwag kang mag...

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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i>never talk to me;</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i>That I regret to give you my all </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i>and at this moment, </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i>I end up </i></span><i style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">with nothing; </i></div>
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<i style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">That I've expected too much </i></div>
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<i style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">from </i><i style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">your promises </i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i>That I'm still pushing myself  </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i>towards you even if you hate me now;</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i>These things I can take,</i></span></div>
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Short Poem: Regret

Judes Biajedor April 23, 2020 Literature

If there is one thing that I do regret, That is to love you even more at this point in time, where you have already le...

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Travel from afar.</div>
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Seeking peace and relaxation.<br />
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Emptying the mind from bustling sounds of cars, </div>
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and just hearing the whistle of wind passing through the trees.<br />
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Electricity, I do not depend, for sunlight was enough;</div>
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To light my anxiety from pressure and expectations of life.</div>
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Open my windows, no smoke from factories and few people take cigars. </div>
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The emotional care, cannot be compared with the praises from work.</div>
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Clear sky with late-night conversations, for I don't think the time.</div>
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Meals were prepared as if it is your last.</div>
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I can cry out loud.</div>
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Can be me again...</div>
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My home.</div>
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Where anything else in the world doesn't matter, but you. </div>
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Short Poem: HOME

Judes Biajedor April 18, 2020 Literature

Travel from afar. Seeking peace and relaxation. Emptying the mind from bustling sounds of cars, and just hearing the whistle of wi...

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I’m writing another personal content. This is not just about me, relationships, but somehow about life decisions. Whether I choose to <b>continue</b> or to <b>end it</b>.</div>
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Though, I may not seem interesting to be heard of or to read this content. Maybe??? There’s something that you can learn from it.</div>
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So, <b>I was about to quit my job</b>, because I’m going to study again. I can’t balance a regular job and school activities at the same time [I know my limits]. I know if I can do it or not.<br />
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My decision was based on my experience when I almost didn’t graduate in a University, due to the fact that I need money to suffice other projects in school. However, I need to sacrifice one subject in order for me to continue. But then I did (graduate), I was given a second chance by my professor. </div>
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This experience of mine scared me, my health was compromised and even my time with my family when I was a working student. I just...don't want that to happen again. </div>
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My current job doesn’t really consume my time. However, since I’m too far from home, calculating the time and effort was a big impact. I was overthinking these past few months on what to prioritize. I send my resignation to my manager andddddddddd….[something happened]. The next day, the boss of my boss [<i>lol I don’t know what words to use</i>]<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>talked to me about my resignation and provided me options. Instead of resigning, I was told that they can request to adjust my schedule at work. It was a good thing though, it delayed my enrollment. So what happened next is… I just decided to study online but after a few months, I decided to really quit my job.<br />
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And then, <b>I was about to quit in life</b> [<i>not end my life</i>]. You know.. my current life now. Quit on everything that I’m doing and what I really want. I always fail even though I plan it carefully and make sure to remind myself every day for what I have to do in order to accomplish it.</div>
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<b>I finished this thought of mine</b> about work, pressure, and expectations! And <b>I start to accept the fact that, not all the time everything will go as you plan.</b></div>
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<b>I was about to continue another journey</b><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>that might end my relationship with my family. But instead, I think about the possibilities of what could have happened to my siblings <b>because of my selfishness</b>, knowing they’re still young and dependent.</div>
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I can’t help myself with overthinking and I know it’s the root cause why I get this feeling – <b>exhausted from everything</b>. </div>
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Tough times are coming even in the midst of your life, where you are already suffering from a grave problem and then here comes another one! A never-ending journey. Well, it might seem impossible to knock that down, but things will definitely work out.</div>
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End it or Suffer

Judes Biajedor April 15, 2020 Health and Mind Literature

I’m writing another personal content. This is not just about me, relationships, but somehow about life decisions. Whether I choose to con...

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