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Las Villas De El Pardo, Cebu, Cebu City, Philippines
I write not because I wanted to speak but my heart wishes to convey its intellect to the farthest height to the deepest low, I am my captain and I am my slave. I’m bound to deceive no one but my own reflection, my identity is far beyond my thoughts, hidden in the myth of fire and snow. I am my own prisoner chained with ecstasy and despair, hovering in my own solitude of blissful world and death. I sing not because of a song but my heart long to be a melody of chances and circumstances of life’s uncertainty, beneath every infirmity and wealth. My anthems verbalize my soul with haste and chaste. I am no one but myself, an idle and a significant to creation. I cry not because I’m happy nor proud but because my eyes devoir me with tears. I am but a quest of frustration and delight not known to fallacy of my own personal façade, entrapped in a dungeon of my own position. This is me! I am Wordbliss Chronicle.

Friday, November 09, 2012

Tough Love & Saving Time


People unlike to talk about tough love and how vital it is. We tend to stick with the cliché and our credence from its exertion of being and living as a being, but when we actually apply the talk and do judgment of the season oftentimes people perceive us no more than a less cynical ,psychopath and at times living pain within us. It’s not about loving less but a discernment to redeem a season of saving. The truth is! Most oftentimes we fail to acknowledge the lesson of the season simply because our boundary is set on what our eyes could perceive, our ears wish to adhere and what confine’s our logic. Seriously! I urge you to widen your horizon and go beyond your self-perception and let neither sarcasm nor hypocrisy limit your thoughts about this matter, if you’re not up to the challenge then please! Please! Don’t go farther reading this post cause what lies beyond this is the truth that you wish you never heed.
      
Let’s do away with the irony and insincerity and face that concrete wall that the epitome of love is not a matter of giving and loving but contentment and discipline. Relationship shouldn’t be based on seasons but on the foundation of trust and faith, it’s not a relationship if you haven’t withstood all of its catastrophe and have remain faithful since the first date you put love as a part of your being.  Imagine a seed becoming a tree if it hasn’t remained true to its purpose; imagine earth without creatures – who would inherit the land?

The next time you fall in love be reminded that love is not a matter of a showboat but a commitment that will last for eternity.

Peace Out 

Wednesday, November 07, 2012

In Another Life Time

Our life is build in a condition of certainty, it is crafted in a manner that we have a opaque perception of its destination and most oftentimes we stand in belief of what is current but why do petals plunge to death and the world seems to age in a manner that is contradicting to what we perceive.

It is not what I have foreseen with our relationship. Fate has destined us to meet and even in spite the few certain times we have parted ways and bid goodbye it has brought us back together. I was contented and never in a lifetime had I felt this extreme bliss having you neither near nor far, but how can you hold on to love when you decide to let go and not see the man in me who have loved you unconditionally?  And no matter how much I knocked in your heart how can you hear it when you have build a strong concrete barrier between us? It had made a fool out of me and right now I could completely say that I am insane, can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t think for in everything that surrounds me reminds me of you and I. Pain consistently drawn me every second of the day, regretful and pity had consumed this being who use to share the joy and the life we once shared. I really want to fight to what I believe that deep inside your heart theirs is still me even if it means a lesser space in your heart, saying this is breaking me into pieces and right now at this very moment tears just simply fall and its falling fast same as what is happening between you and me.

I believe what wasn’t meant to be, wasn’t meant for now. I will wait in another life time and I will wait patiently because you’re the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with, even if I have to wait for eternity. I am not even certain if you will be able to read this post or will come across to this blog but I’m writing this down to remind me of that special love in a wrong time.

I love you goodbye.

Sunday, November 04, 2012

Silence Tongue



I haven’t met you yet, but I listen to this song, and the way it makes me feel, it makes me know you, and I hope that I will meet you someday because it is the feeling of being in love and I know that it’s ridiculous to feel this from listening to a song.

You! Who are you, where are you, and why is it taking so long? I don’t even see you in the horizon, but one day, there you will be, no questions need assuring and forever will loom in front of us, something, days, weeks, years, all with this feeling at the bottom of it, chills going through my stomach and the biggest, stupidest smile on my face reflected back to me on your face.

A lot of things had happen lately since the last blog I posted, it sucks but I have no choice but to be silent about it, taking time to be away from everything including my writing thoughts. This couple of months made a better person in a way I have ousted my anger, depression, and my hatred in the world and have resonated with clear thoughts and unblemished heart. It was an unordinary task cause most of the things I wrote are based on emotions, I have allowed pain to take toil within me till my heart becomes numb and my weary eyes could no longer bare to shed tears no more.  

I become tired of chasing answers to pressing questions, more in the idea of serendipity and the thought of love. I used to be optimistic about it but as I evaluate things love was never meant to be a pursuit but waiting.   

So this time I will wait and let God be the cupid. 

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