Muse

violet-words:

Be my subject,
the muse that commands my words.
Be close enough for me to love you,
but not so close as to fall in.
Let me study
the callouses on your fingertips,
the scars on your heart,
and the twists of your mind.
Give me your words
and the puzzles they entail,
the freedom and the terror
and the questions.
You are danger, to me,
but painfully beautiful all the same,
with stories that make me whole.
But the only things I can offer you,
are passionate words
and heartbreak.

 

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“Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.”

 

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Breaking Free of a Lone Ranger

My mind is overflowing with thoughts right now. I want to write and write and write though literally i’m actually typing. I miss blogging and sharing.
The past months i perfected the art of being a stone. Hard as it should be. Never cry! Fight! No sad movie had made me cry lately even the recent movie that I’ve watched about moms working abroad (A mother’s Story) didn’t made me shed even a tear. Yes there were “a tear fell” moments but never a cry. But today, i really had a good cry. Tears keep falling and i keep on sobbing and my head is aching and even up to now while i’m typing i can’t contain the tears. Good thing my cousin is not here inside her room(so this is earlier today), she might panic. (And while im typing this, she just entered the room, buti na lang tears lang..then she asked, are you ok? hahaha.. i just said, no worries..she said, whats that? tumbler? are you confessing about your hate against me?..again i laughed and said, yeah this is about you, she said: “ang sama mo”.. and now you’re reading it. see its about you blehhh)
Back to being serious, so what happened? What brought the tears?
I just finished fasting last week and i really took it seriously because i know i badly need spiritual revival. Thank God that He sustained me the whole week and it was a wall breaking event. Slowly but gently, God is revealing every bit of me. I had a lot of realization and now i’m just so excited to do the things He wants me to do.
My discipler used to tell me, “Be sure that its Gods timing that you are waiting and not your own timing.” And i guess this is one of those days that she is referring to. After all the revelations that happened today i am so relieved. I didn’t plan any of it, but God didn’t allow pride to get in the way.
Though my tummy is aching, my eyes are swollen, and my head is aching…i am joyful.
Philippians 4:7 New International Version (NIV)
⁷ And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

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EatSleepMoreSleep

I write to discover myself
And the biggest risk at hand:
that the world will find out
that I am a complete fool.
Every soul is put on the spot
whenever they choose to leave
the inner parts of their conscious.
To speak, write, draw, sing,
play, act, paint, and all the sorts
if they provide no risk in proving me a fool
really, I would find myself no different
Had I changed my day job to
working at the local grocery store.
Please just know this poem isn’t about sounding pretty
or rolling off the sides of ones tongue.
This is me, saying I’m afraid of looking the fool.
To bring in the deeper as it
comes from a foolish heart
a simple mind
and a broken soul.

 via: EatSleepMoreSleep

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“As my sufferings mounted I soon realized that there were two ways in which I could respond to my situation — either to react with bitterness or seek to transform the suffering into a creative force. I decided to follow the latter course.”
Martin Luther King, Jr.

Everything tells me that I am about to make a wrong decision, but making mistakes is just part of life. What does the world want of me? Does it want me to take no risks, to go back to where I came from because I didn’t have the courage to say “yes” to life?” 
— Paulo Coelho (Eleven Minutes)