"You are beautiful because you let yourself feel, 

and that is a brave thing indeed."

(shinji moon)

"The truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us,"

(Khaled Hosseini, And the mountains echoed)

"Be your own kind of Beautiful."

photo: Sitio San Pablo, Brgy. Fatima, Malabog, Paquibato District, Davao City

In the stillness and quiet of the night,

I slide from reality.

Tiptoeing down serpentine halls,

Only the sound of clicking heels breaking the monotony.

Weightless,

As though suspended in space,

Lost in the vast, cavernous emptiness.

Somewhere, a clock ticks by

Engulfing the last morsel of good memories,

Seeing shadows through the haze,

An amputated leg crushing one's heart.

Reality has always been a fantasy.

(((asheil.jan. 6,2015.tuesday.1006hrs.)))

photo: SM Lanang Premier

Step right in, love

Like the breeze, constant and comforting,

A healing balm for a troubled heart

That has walked too long down rocky shores.

And in one deep breath,

Peace at last comes to reside.

(((asheil.august 24, 2014.sunday.0738hrs.)))

Catching sleep in a secret passage,

Shrouded in a spiral staircase.

A rare dream within a dream

Where a cannonball bounces in the shadows

Right where the flowers bloom.

Like a phantom smile

In a meaningless tragedy

Where pleasure takes a walk,

Afraid to take a leap of faith.

(((asheil.february 22, 2014.thursday.1020hrs.)))

Message in a Bottle ( Melodies of the Heart Diaries-1)

So here I am facing the same old cycle of holding on and letting go; pulled apart between two directions. Making plans but never have the strength to put them into action.  I look at the world through misty windows, nothing is as it seems.  

They say messages in a bottle are a thing of the past.. But here I am, with all the pent up emotions, all these words that I couldn't tell you; wishing that someday, this will find you and you'll know it's about you and me.  You'll look back at this point where it could have been us.  How would you feel?

I don't know if I'll get through this. Maybe I will, maybe I won't.  Spending each day looking out on the horizon wishing that the same bottle will wash up on my shore, this time, with a message from you or will destiny pass me by again? 

Today I feel the resolve to get on without you.  But how will tomorrow find me?

Seeking shelter in an imaginary lighthouse tower, directing the light so you'd find your way to me. But a storm came, ferocious winds howled like a melancholic lovesong.  The lighthouse that once stood so proudly, flashing beacons for ships at sea, now lay in ruins.  

And I trembled, gripped by wrecking sobs because it finally dawned on me that something so good can never be.

And this message in a bottle will simply be a memory; a worthless treasure lost at sea.

(((asheil.sept. 7,2014.sunday.2105hrs.)))

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 image below: copyright belongs to Lang Leav

What is there to say

 
Something as poignant as a work of art,

 
But something so simple as Hello,

 
Wrapped in a bouquet of silk

 
That rustles in the wind,

 
But never heard,

 
Only Felt - momentarily.

 

(((ashiel.august 3, 2014.sunday.1903hrs.)))

A river of teardrops

Where a flimsy canoe floats

Gently lulling me to sleep.

A dreamless state that claws sharply

Covering the sliver of hope.

But nothing moved,

Even in my dreams.

A haunting sleep

Never to awaken.

Peace at last,

Or so I presume.

(((asheil.june 20, 2014.friday)))

The Mirror has Two Faces

A beast hiding behind the mask of a lamb,

Crouching under the flamboyant cloak of disguise,

Hideously concealing under the ordinary,

Bordering on the mediocrity.

A crowned royalty of pretense,

Wreaking havoc on people's trust

Slithering through like a common thief.

Looking in the mirror,

There's a sudden impulse of brief contemplation,

Two reflections looking back,

Sneering, as if to ask,

"Which one is the real you?"

A million fragments lay upon your feet.

A dash of crimson stains the soul.

And there I am,

Lurking in the shadows,

Contemptuous,

Watching your life in ruins.

(((asheil.june 24, 2011.friday.1922hrs)))

photo: desktopnexus

Crossover

Trapped inside the cracks,

Madness slipping through fractured time.

Vivid colors in turbulent strokes,

Trailing half the sky

Draped in tenderness.

(((asheil.february 18.2014.tuesday.2049hrs.)))

photo: @ Francisco Bangoy Internat'l Airport ( Davao Int'l Airport)

"Let someone love you just the way you are - as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel and as unaccomplished as you think you are.  

To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room."

(The Things We Say as posted on Rantings of a Beautiful Mind)

photo courtesy: desktopnexxus.

"Sometimes, you can't explain what you see in a person. 

Only that they take you to a place where no one else can."

photo: Sta. Cruz, Davao del Sur

               9th February 2014 

Untamed Heart

The leaves have fallen,

It's the end of another season.
Despair and ecstasy keening in my soul

Parallel worlds of holding on and letting go,
Never knowing where one ended and the other began.

I don't want to go a thousand miles,

I just need to run away.

A solitary prayer of an untamed heart.

(((asheil.january 6.2014.monday.1920hrs.)))

With Me with You

Sweet, sweet dreams

Of endless possibilities 

With you.

Walking on petal strewn path

With Me.

Paint everlasting memories
With you.

It's a beautiful world

With you with Me with you.

((( asheil.december 16, 2013.monday.1540hrs.)))

photo: @ Jardin ni Lola, Eden Mountain Resort, Bayabas, Toril, Davao City, Philippines

 

Misty Glass Window

Imprisoned chaos,

Caged in a border-less fortress.

Veiled perceptions curtain the eyes

Shadowed corners of padded thorns,

Empty words of enchanting deception.

A doomed courtship between light and shadows.

(((asheil.december 10.2013.tuesday.0837hrs.)))

photo: Manolo Fortich, Bukidnon, Philippines

HeART Angel

The Art is in my HeART,

The Heart is in my Art.

Crossing borders,

Hanging in your world,

Seamless stretch of silent realm.

Little leaps of fire
Gilded in velvet,

Unlocking secrets
That dances seductively.

Love,

 Always love

Given freely,

Don't you know?

((( asheil.november 1, 2013.friday.1206hrs.)))

photo taken: Barangay Mana, Malita, Davao Occidental

It's early morning.
I'm just starting through my day,
Sipping my coffee.

You drift into my mind.
And I whisper your name.
It's like saying it for the first time.
Closing my eyes,
Giving in to the thrill.

And I smiled.



(((asheil.november 15, 2013.friday.1534hrs.)))

 

image courtesy of weheartit.com

Jeepney Ride

A constant droning,
Incessant chatter all around,

Lingering within the periphery of my consciousness.

A sweltering heat of non-stop chatter,

Nonsensical rantings of furious, insensitive beings,

Mumblings I care not

While I'm enclosed in my sweet dominion,

Lost in my own soulful meditation,

A commuter on the train of life. 

(((asheil.july 29,2011.friday.2227hrs.)))

Circles

It's the same old game,

Running around in circles,

Streaks of madness creeping in.

My head is in the clouds,
A luxurious niche among the shadows.

Circling,
Higher and higher up dizzying heights.

Desperate tears looming,

A melancholic sigh escapes the lips,
Exhausted pleas lost in the mist

From running around in circles,

Yet still rooted in the same  place.

((( asheil.march 30.2013.saturday.1409hrs.)))