Prayer for Peace

(A Prayer Poem by the teenage Lady Olivine)

It may sound like a beauty pageant answer but I do wish for world peace. Here's a poem I wrote back in high school. It may sound cheesy but it came from my heart and I thought to share it here as my Christmas wish for the world.
Here goes...

Second Christmas Without You

(A Poem by a Lonesome Mistress)

Since Christmas is just around the corner, I thought to share this poem I wrote about  a lonesome mistress a long time ago...

Our second Christmas together

But again, together apart

And as it is, always

Only together in our hearts

Different Feet, Different Shoes

Just a while back, a friend of mine confided that she was dreading their upcoming high school reunion. When I asked her why, she said it's because she hasn't accomplished anything in life and she would surely be embarrassed when her high-heeled globe trotter former classmates would ask her how her life is. She's embarrassed to let them know that she amounted to nothing. 

AnOther Woman's Point of View

The Other Woman. No Other Woman. The Mistress. A Secret Affair.

No, this is not a review of movies about mistresses. No, that's not it. 

I just noticed that a lot of people are not exactly happy that mistresses are trending in movies, so to speak.  They (especially women) hate the publicity that these "other women" are getting lately.   Some people think that the movies are glorifying the act of adultery and the adulteress. And I just want to say I beg to disagree. I think it is just telling the other side of the story. Why, we always see "normal" or the usual love story, but we don't really complain even if they are too cliche? 

Broken Reflection

(A Poem by a teenager disappointed with herself)

I always stare at myself in my mirror
And watch as my reflection glow
I was contented with what I see
Because there's an ideal woman to be

A Blast from Rainer Maria Rilke

I have another confession to make…

Yes, what I said in my previous blogpost is true… that I have been busy with work and then lazy with my free time. But that didn’t keep me from posting in my other blog…but not here.  But that’s not without trying. I know that’s a lot of buts and it’s starting to sound like I’m just making up excuses. Well, the truth is I think I wasn’t inspired enough to come up with a topic about Love…Life…and Lies… I guess it has something to do with “not being sad”. You know what they say, “the sweetest songs are always the saddest”. Right?  Well, of course, we also get inspired when are most happy. Yeah, I agree.  I guess it is because I’m neither of the two.

...in a Coma

Wow! How time flies.... Has it been over a month already since my last post??? Ugh!  I've been a bit too busy with the nitty-gritty of this so-called life. Work and all the hassles that come with it. How I wish I could afford to just sit and relax, read and write as I please... Oh well, since that is not happening in the near future, I'd just have to squeeze my blogging in whatever little free time I have.

The Deacon

(A Poem - winning entry to a Goodreads' group weekly poetry contest)

The week's topic was "Altar Ego".  No, it wasn't a typo error. It's a play on words and it is up to the participants how to interpret and render it in a poem.  Here's what I have come up with and it won! :)

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Here goes...

The Deacon

A sworn servant of the Lord

Praising and serving in God’s name

Reading, preaching His word

An inculpable man with no blame

Don't Forget to Remember...

In a fast-paced world and age like ours, we tend to forget too many things. We forget some errands, some things to do, dates, birthdays and other occasions.  We forget other people’s names, even their faces sometimes. We forget even family and friends… even those very close and dear to us. Or those who think they are as dear to us as we are to them.  People who have been with us in many difficult times of our lives. People who have helped us, supported us. People who took care of us, or were there to help our parents raise us.  

Dahil Ako ay Isang Blogger Lamang (Because I'm Just a Blogger)

 (A Poem for Senator Tito Sotto)

I've already posted this in my other blog...my apologies for the double post. But I really want to spread my sentiments about this sanctimonious arrogant senator.

 

This is a poem I've written as an open letter to Philippine Senator Tito Sotto, who belittled bloggers in general. As a blogger/writer, I feel strongly about plagiarism. More than that, I feel strongly about denigrating any occupation. It doesn't really matter if it is a blogger, a published or self-published writer... At least, we are writing the piece ourselves. 

But this self-righteous arrogant senator, when discovered that his staff copy-pasted paragraphs from several bloggers for his speech, still had the nerve to say,

“Bakit ko iku-quote yung blogger? Blogger lang yun!” (Why should I quote the blogger? She’s just a blogger!)

So here’s a piece of my mind, as a blogger… Pardon me, I had to write it in my mother tongue because the issue is very close to my heart.

Interview with the Vampire: Claudia’s Story

I simply must share this... Anne Rice is one of my favorite writers and she's my guru when it comes to witch and vampire lore.

Elsmer, My Sister

(A Poem for my sister on her Birthday)

26 August 2012

00.32

I have a sister

Her name is Elsmer

Not an ordinary name

Neither an ordinary dame

My Everything

(A Poem)

You can try to be the sun in my life
But I would still need the moon
And the stars to light up my nights

An Attempt to Stop the Pain...Don't!

Sitting in a dark corner of the room and nervously biting her nails, she wished the images would stop popping and the voices stop screaming in her head.

Images of her children crying, tugging, clutching at her skirt. Her husband cursing and yelling, "You cheat!" "You whore!" "Slut!" "B****!"

She couldn't take it anymore. She shut her eyes and covered her ears, and started to scream. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!" It was a long and agonizing scream...

Fists pounding frantically on her door outside. She didn't move from her corner. She stared at the door while gently lifting the bottle to her lips. With a few big gulps, she downed the tasteless liquid in a matter of seconds.

Numbness slowly crept in...enveloping her whole body. She started to relax. Carefully, she lied down on the cold floor. A smile formed on her lips, thinking tomorrow all the pain of the memories would be gone...

In Sickness and In (Mental) Health…Signs of Morbid Jealousy

I have never heard of the phrase “Morbid Jealousy” used as a medical term before.  Yes, I may have heard or even used it to describe my ex’s jealous thoughts a long time ago, but I never thought that it is actually a mental disorder.  And that my experience of what I called morbid jealousy back then was not even close to real “morbid jealousy”. 

I became interested in the subject because of a friend who recently tried to commit suicide because of her frustration and helplessness about her husband’s jealousy and baseless accusations. 

I Saw the Future of a Man from a Movie

There’s this indie film that I recently watched at the Cinemalaya 2012 Film Festival. It’s called Bwakaw. The story revolves around the life of an old homosexual man who lives in an old decrepit house with no one but his dog named Bwakaw. He named the dog as such because it was voracious, gluttonous, or ravenous, which is what the word “bwakaw” means.  Rene, the protagonist in the story, is a cranky old man. He has friends but he doesn’t treat them as friends. He keeps to himself and doesn’t like being disturbed for anything.  He’s irritable and prone to yelling, arguing, quarreling and even hurting people. Rene lived his life as if everything is in preparation for his death. All his things are already packed in boxes and carefully labeled to whom they’d be bequeathed.  And he already has a handwritten last will and testament, which he entrusts to the parish priest. He even has a coffin in his living room, which he bought a long time ago and had to keep it in the house because the funeral parlor had already closed down. He believes this is the best way to live his lonely life. A childhood friend asked him why he doesn’t think of things that would make him happy instead of preparing for his death. His answer was, “Nothing could make me happy anymore.”  Both he and his dog, whom he says his best friend, were sick.  Bwakaw was dying with cancer. Such was his sad life.

Rain

(A Poem inspired by tonight's stormy weather)

Rain is neither a friend

Nor is it a foe

It simply is nature

That come and go

Yes it may bring us

Storm and flood

And may cause us

To shed tears and blood

But it doesn’t mean to

Never its intention

Simply can’t help it

Cannot be questioned

Kill Me!

(A Poem by a depressed teenager)

Like a prisoner in a cold cell
In a very dark corner, I fell
It's like the dead end of my life
Can't do anything, I need a knife

Comedy King Dolphy dies at 83

Just heard the sad news that Philippine Comedy King Dolphy passed away today at the age of almost 84.  Almost because he is yet to turn 84 on July 25, only a few days from now.

I feel lucky to have seen him work his genius just a few years before he died... check out full story here - Comedy King Dolphy dies at 83

A Walk in the Rain

(A Poem set on a rainy night while looking to buy a toothbrush. Rather silly, I know)

The night was young, and so are we
Not a care in the world, wild and free
With just a single thing in mind
A simple toothbrush, we hoped to find

Dear Spider-man,

(A Poem for a beau who looked like Tobey Maguire)

It still amazes me

how you fell in love so easily

And how far you're willing to go

With me, whom you barely know

Tri-Weekly, Try Weekly, Try Weakly... How important is sex (really)?

I found these funny quotes on Twitter about sex life based either on age or marriage.

• The three stages of sex in marriage: tri-weekly; try-weekly; try-weakly.
• The ages of man: at 20, tri-weekly, at 40, try weekly and at 60, try weakly
• There are three stages in a man's life: Tri-Weekly, Try Weekly and Try Weakly. 
• The 6 stages of sex after you're married: 1. Tri-weekly 2. Try weekly 3. Try weakly 4. Try Viagra 5. Try anything 6. Try remembering

I'm Still the Girl

(A Poem for men who seem to have forgotten the needs of their women)

You don't hold the door
for me anymore
Don't keep me on the safe side
Don't you care about your future bride?

CarloMen – A Light that Makes the Stars Shine Brighter

I know this is a bit off-topic but I just want to share this to all movie buffs out there.  There's this cinematographer that I had the fortunate chance to know and somehow work with. 

Happy Father's Day!

I'm so lame...have no time today for a decent article that fathers deserve :( But I don't want this day to pass without a greeting from me. So here's a quick greeting for all dads...

Happy Father's Day!!!

Life is No Fairytale

(A Musing on Relationships)

There are a few women who seem to have had their happy every after.  Living a fairytale life.  One love. The first and the last. Romantic marriage proposal, with diamond engagement ring and all. Perfect, lavish and elaborate wedding. They seem to have everything they could want and more. They seem to be very lucky… or are they? Really?

Pretty Friend from Hell (1)

(A Poem about a Frienemy)

She's a pretty little girl
Who makes boys swirl
With her dazzling eyes
And innocent smile
A beam so sweet
It decayed her teeth

Charmed

(A Poem for a secret crush)

Can't believe I'm writing this down
But you have really charmed me around
With gentle fingers brushing my chin
Sending heat, burning my skin

It's been a while...and my heart is nearing an alarming state of discontent

It's been a while since my last entry and it really saddens me.

It saddens me not being able to do the things that I really love doing.  Summer is coming to an end...if it hasn't yet, that is.  It's been raining hard every afternoon lately. A sign that the rainy season is here already. And I'm as gloomy as the afternoon weather because I didn't get to enjoy the summer at all. Haven't had a summer adventure for the last couple of years. I miss the mountains, the ocean, or even just a simple swimming pool!

I Survived My Sister's Wedding...

It's that time of the year again for weddings. Summer Wedding, June Brides, etc...etc... I can't help but recall my sister's wedding and how I survived it. I wrote the post below sometime after the wedding and posted it on my Facebook Notes. I just thought I should also share it here :)

Date. 09 December 2009. 13 days before I turn 30. And as they say, my clock is ticking…

Love Lost and Yet to be Found

(A Poem)

You say you still love me

Screaming my name in the night

I say I still love you

But I still remember how I screamed

Screamed in pain…in fright

Mama

(A Poem for my Mama)

She , whose hands are never out of chores

From which love continuously end endlessly pours

She, whose face is always wrinkled in a frown

But never fails to light up to a smile, I'm around

NeverWonderLand

(A Poem)

My name is Lady Olivine.

I live in a box.

A small box wrapped in pink,

with a cute little ribbon on it.

This box is rarely opened.

Once in a while, yes.

A peek and hello,

Then gone...

Sweet Love Gone Sour

(A Poem)

Love should be effortless

So natural, it need not be asked

But lately loving you

Had become a very heavy task

Learning to Unlove You

(A Poem)

I struggle every morning just to get out of my bed

Coz I stayed up late the previous night trying to get you out of my head

And the moment my mind awakes

Myriad thoughts and visions of you, it makes

I try to wash them off in the shower

But they get stronger and stronger by the hour

So I just fix my face with make up and put on a mask

And try my best to take on the day’s task

A Night and a Day in London

(A Poem)

This is my entry (as SheBlogger) in the past week Poetry Stuffage in Goodreads, for the topic "London Kiss". 

The poll is still up and I don't think it's going to win. But I'm posting it here just the same, to share it with you... Hope you like it:)

One night in London, we lie awake
As if counting every breath we take
Staring into each other’s eyes
Silently saying what the heart cries

Beauty

(A Poem)

Man’s folly lies in trying to capture beauty

In a photograph, in a movie, in a sanctuary

In their failure to realize that beauty can’t be contained

...that it is naturally free and wild.

How Does Love End?

In my previous post, I wondered how does love begin through a poem. The poem was written at the onset of a romantic relationship when both parties were still googly-eyed over and couldn't get enough of each other. When love was at its hottest and loveliest. That was written a long time ago and that relationship had already fallen apart a long time ago. 

How Does Love Begin?

(A Poem about a New Love)

How does love begin?

With a single look or a touch?

How could we possibly feel so much?

Good Old Friends

I was feeling sad the other day and had this as my Facebook status:  

It's so sad when the people you think of as your BEST FRIEND keeps on taking you for granted for so many years. Then you eventually feel stupid for holding on to the friendship, forgiving them for their neglect, making up excuses for them, accepting their apologies all the time...every time...refusing to see & accept that you are not really important to them as what they say, even though inside, you're already HURTING so much. It seems...NO... IT IS UNFAIR to your OTHER FRIENDS whom you don't call "best friend" but are always there for you in good times and bad times.

Someone once told me that it is unfair to label some friends as your BEST FRIEND, because it diminishes your other friends. I am inclined to think right now that he was right. But...still believing in the spirit of "best friend", I am glad that I still have one other best friend. And that one, really is the best! :)

 

This prompted me to reflect about GOOD OLD FRIENDS.  

Promises

(A Poem requested by a friend)

What are promises

but mere words slipped from a gifted tongue

No meaning, no sense

yet can leave the heart stung

Ad Interim

(A Poem to an insecure lover)

What do I have to tell you?

What do I have to do?

To ease away your fears

To kiss away your tears

Qualm

(A Poem of Young Love's worries)

Lying flatly on my bed
I tried to get some sleep
But before I shut my eyes
A vision of you peeped

Our Love is Like the Sea

(A Poem for the so much in love)

Our love is like the sea
Peaceful, calm, and beautiful
Just like you and me
Together, we feel so wonderful

A Shape of Love

Here's a silly poem I wrote eons ago... when my life was still all about schools and boys ;)

Go ahead. You may laugh at the silliness of it. I won't take it against you :)

Indecision

(A Poem - written as an advice to a friend)

I know how you feel

Not sure if you will

Continue or not

And it drives you nuts

My Pretty Friend from Hell

(A poem from a teenage girl)

My pretty friend from hell

Still has a thing for you, I can tell

Teasing me and taunting me

With her style as bitch as she

30 Days Back to Love

Why do married couples lose the spark of romance? Is there a way to get it back?

This article suggests 6 easy steps which can be accomplished in 30 days.

Step 1. Name one thing that you would never change about each other — and one thing that bugs you

After so many years of being together, of being too familiar with each other, couples tend to forget what made them fall in love with their partners. At one point, they get to ask themselves, what the heck did I like about this guy??? Hold that thought for a while and dig deeper. Yeah...what did you like about him? Try to remember what started the spark and how it had blown into a fire.

If I Decide to Die Today

(A Poem by a Mistress - emailed to her lover)


If I decide to die today

Here's what my heart has to say...

I lived in constant fears

I breathed in constant pain

I drank my endless tears
Drove me completely insane

A Reflection

(A poem)

In relation to my previous post about reflections during the Holy Week, here's a poem about a reflection I had some years back on a relationship I couldn't decide whether to keep or let go. Here goes...

What are your plans this Holy Week-end?

In the Philippines, we have five days of holidays this Holy Week-end. Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, Black Saturday, Easter Sunday…and it so happens that Monday is Day of Valor. That is almost one whole week! So what are you going to do with five days of no work?

Some people would do what they call Visita Iglesia and visit uhm… seven churches, I think. Some would march and pray in long processions of life-sized statues of Jesus and the saints. Some would go to some provinces where they hold religious rites or reenactment of the crucifixion. How about you? What are your plans?

Frailty

(A Poem)

Gave my word
Almost a vow
Never... ever
Yet here I am now

Spice Up Your Sex Life After Havin' A Baby

I have heard this too often, that sex life become less and less alive after having a baby. The stress of being a new mom, more chores, more responsibilities, more accountability. There is just no end to it.

Plus those additional love handles do not help at all to make you feel sexy and in the mood for some lovin', right? But doesn't mean you don't want to. And for sure, your husband still loves to. But you both feel awkward and unsure. Well, fear no more. Here are some tips from Dr. Lisa Terrell and a few other moms. Read this article for the details: Get the Sex Life You Want (Even if You’ve Got a Baby)

But to summarize, here's a bullet list of things to do:

Breaking Dawn Part 2 Teaser Trailer is Out!!!

Breaking Dawn Part 2 Teaser Trailer is Out!!!

This is the super cheesy love story that I unwillingly followed until the end.  

Oh well, I had a few smiles and a few chuckles, here and there. Maybe that's enough :)

What men and women notice on dates

What men and women notice on dates

Worrying about your first date? What to do...what to do... How to make a good first impression. To impress. To secure as second date.

Here's a summary of the things you need to consider:

1. Men say that having gorgeous hair trumps a curvy figure.

Hair, indeed is our crowning glory. So girls, pay a little more attention to your hair before going on a date. Make sure it is fab and feminine!

Feed the Blogger

READ THIS! This definitely applies to me... :)   

Feed the Blogger

Finding Yourself vs. Creating Yourself

I found this very interesting text image on the internet today that says “Life is not about Finding Yourself. It is about CREATING Yourself.” And it struck me. It struck me hard.

Lately, I have been advising some friends who were left by their partner, because the partner was asking for “space” or “time alone”, to “fix themselves”, “yadah…yadah…” I advised these friends of mine to let their partner be for a while, because they are just trying to “find themselves” or what others call “soul-searching”. (photo source)

Dating clichés that are actually true

Dating clichés that are actually true

There is always a scientific explanation...for the way things are...for how humans behave... for how both men and women behave...especially, us women. There has to be! I assure you, you're not the only one and you're not crazy :)

Anyway, here's an article that offers some scientific explanation that prove the following dating cliches are true:

How Much Do I Love Thee?

(A poem from a young mistress) 
How much do I love thee?
Let me measure the breadth and depth
I'll try though it is an impossibility
By the fears and tears I kept and wept

My Goddess: A short story from HeBlogs-SheBlogs

Do you still remember your first crush? Your first love? Your first kiss?
Do you believe that first love never ever dies?

Remember that mind-blowing, heart-bursting feeling of a young love? Sounds pathetic now that we're already adults, right? But admit it or not, we all have been through that stage. And believe it or not, there are some who are still not over it. Who were not able to move on. Especially for those who let their true love just slip away. They still pine for the one that got away. The one they had stupidly let go...

If you're up for some reminiscing or reliving that feeling...Check out this short love story from HeBlogs-SheBlogs! My Goddess 

Mist

It’s strange how I’d like it to be over
And yet I don’t
How I try to be brave and strong and act like it
But I am not
I force myself to forget everything about you
But I cannot
From the moment I open my eyes
Till the time I close them
You are there
Inside my mind
Etched in every convolution of my brain
Not vivid, no
More like a lingering mist
Like a diluted blood weakly pulsing through my veins
Not red, just a pinkish tinge
A faint memory
And yet the pain it brings is strong

Asking Too Much

No promises
No commitments
No certainties
Not even assurances
Only vague hope
It is too much to ask
It is too much to even speak of
To even say a word
Even the slightest expression

Letters from a Young Mistress: Letter #1

15 May
Monday, 11.57

Dear Love,

I'm sorry I'm getting emotional again. I just can't keep the tears from falling. I am overwhelmed with sadness again. Gripped by the thought or should i say the fact that I shouldn't be with you. You seem very happy and with your life out there. Happy with family and friends. Happiness that could be ruined if they find out about us. But you tell me that I am the real happiness in your life. That everything else is fake. I want to believe that…I really do…

Way Back Into Love, Life, Lies and Blog...

It's been a very long while since my last real post here. I've been busy with love, life and lies of real life that I didn't have time for blog. Now, I'm back!

Here's to hoping to blog regularly, if not very frequently!

Cheers!