lunatic babbles, genuine sanity

April 13, 2011

Teabag Series : Provoke, confront, elevate

Filed under: teabag series — kathe @ 6:04 pm

Provoke, confront, elevate

 

Provoke

Confront

Elevate

 

all positivity

April 12, 2011

Teabag series : Grace brings contentment

Filed under: teabag series — kathe @ 3:40 pm
Grace brings contentment

Grace

a gift

a favor

a blessing

always being given,

but often times ignored

as it does not always come in ribbons

Contentment

craved for

wished for

worked for

but realized by a select few

such a human folly

where contentment is measured with conditions

when there is already more than enough

April 2, 2011

there are times…

Filed under: Uncategorized — kathe @ 5:34 am

>

>>

>>>

>>>>

>>>>>

such as this,
that I just don’t know what to say
much less write..
:)

January 22, 2011

Not always

Filed under: first doodles — kathe @ 7:41 pm

Alone

is

not

always

loneliness.

On one’s own

is

not

always

independence.

Silence

is

not

always

peace.

Illusion,

reality

and

in between.

2011-01-22 1900

January 20, 2011

After the hiatus..

Filed under: Uncategorized — kathe @ 3:40 pm

’twas last June 2009 since I’ve blogged last
and now January 2011
I’m back
:D

June 25, 2009

Why do you hurt her so? (black hole series: 1 of 3)

Filed under: first doodles — kathe @ 2:31 pm

it goes round and round
the feeling of despair
of frustration
of not having anything
and just being no one

scarred
broken
livid
disillusioned

she once was whole
you tore her apart

she had dreams
wide and far
yet you let fear in
made doubts your comfort

she was shattered
she cried out
you lent not a single hand
the shattered pieces
you crushed them to dust

you were then young
vulnerable
but you grew up

she was happy
thinking that you’ve grown wise
that you’ll decide
to break out of the shell you’ve created

but you nurtured your shell more
became hardened and impenetrable
but she stood ground
patiently waiting for you to realize
that you’re worth is far greater
than you set yourself to be

it’s time
she said
to look at a mirror
see yourself
and look at what you’ve become

tired
lost
confused

as you look at the piece of glass
she looks back at you
she.. your own pained soul
tries one last time to reach out

telling you to break your shell
start anew
to take the so called
road less travelled
and if all roads are blocked and unpassable
make a new road of your own
a way for you and for others too

you then raise your fist
hit the glass
felt the pain
your hand is bleeding
it hurts
but you know
that she is hurting more

… to be continued — Is redemption worth all the cost? (black hole series : 2 of 3)

June 4, 2009

Point and Laugh

Filed under: first doodles — kathe @ 6:52 pm

Running around

Playing tag

I jumped

landed

and suddenly tripped

Skinned my knee

Broken my ankle

A person in front of me

Pointed a finger

at my already stricken face

and laughed

How foolish of me

Tried not to break,

swore to get right back

  • Running again

    playing pranks at the other

    Climbing up the steps

    skipping down

    A test of strength and speed

    climbing up

    and down

    up and down

    up and…

    falling down

    thug. thug. thug.

    went his butt

    on cement stairs

    all the way down

    pride bruised

    backside sore

    clenching his teeth

    hiding the pain

    how clumsy of him

    Pointing at his pained face

    i laughed

    He got up

    ran after me

    and swore his own vengeance

    At tails end

    a pact of loyalty

    a smile of amity

    begets one of the basic entities

    someone to point at

    and laugh with

    an ally, a comrade

    a partner in all chid crimes

    friends

    putting it simply :)

    *****PSs*********
    reminscing those days where we once were children
    never cared much for anything but games and play
    or little bickering with neighbor playmates
    (and sometimes with adult participation when the need arises..
    ahhahaa…mao ning mki.join na ang mga inahan/tigbantay sa mga binata nga away)
    and creating friendships in the most odd circumstances..
    ahhaa..those were really good times… :)

    on a rather serious note..
    hahay..
    let’s not forget those times
    when it was so easy to forgive a playmate,
    whether we know them or not
    let’s be the child we once were
    when dealing with how others have wronged us..
    and so we can just live the life
    laugh all we want
    and make the best of days everyday!!!!

    celebrating life!!!!

  • Blessed be you and me

    Filed under: first doodles — kathe @ 2:29 pm

    Opened arms
    Awakend hearts
    Freed mind
    Bared soul

    Blessings from Thee
    We claim
    As ours
    For family
    For friends
    Even for strangers
    More so for enemies

    The best of the land
    Unnoticed
    Waiting
    To be taken
    To be cared for

    Here we are
    We kneel
    Seeking penance
    Awaiting grace

    Him,
    the One among our midst
    Looks at us
    Sets the plan
    Decides the time
    Selects the fruits
    Delivers on cue

    We receive
    Bow and give thee thanks
    A promise to nurture
    Multiplying the gift an nth fold

    Smile
    Look ahead
    Continue the journey
    with Him
    and be blessed

    you and me

    Sand

    Filed under: first doodles — kathe @ 2:00 pm

    little grains

    clustered together

    independent

    windswept to shore

    yet remains the same

    still sand

    not loosing form

    not loosing spirit

    free of burdens

    it circles and comes back

    still sand

    :)
    ** para lng naa ma.post..ehehe.. luoya..ahhaha

    May 27, 2009

    Yearning Just Passing By

    Filed under: fics — kathe @ 6:02 pm

    ======================================
    in fairness, g.pressure ko pghimu ani..hala cge go..
    here it is.. i may or may not revise this..
    there are still lots of lined-up installments for this one.. :)
    ======================================

    There i was….
    Still, here i am…

    in a strategic location
    where i alone can watch him pass by
    and seeing him just once a day is enough

    if this is a basketball game,
    he earns points everytime he passes by
    i catch him sometimes looking my way
    oh, how i wish that he was really looking for me
    and only me

    but the irony of things!
    when he’s near,
    i run away
    he looks at me,
    i look away
    he “tries” talks to me
    and i “try” not to blush
    and make a fool out of myself….

    he keeps me from being late
    for i wake up early just to be the first one to see him
    am i really nuts? hahaha
    i don’t want him to know i like him
    i still have my sense of propriety and traditionality in a way

    i thought i will be content by the sidelines
    or am i really?
    but everytime he passes by
    my yearning for him just grows stronger

    yearning to know him better
    so that i can tell myself if all the time and feelings i have invested are valid
    that i am feeling all of these for a reason
    that i endulge myself in little treats like glimpses of him
    that i am hoping that i will be his someone special someday..

    i can’t believe myself!
    this is not me..
    it was just a simple encounter
    yet it amounted to this….

    crazy
    unexplainable
    but it feels so good and right

    … as of the moment…

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