Hi mami Gemma, I know your feeling gloomy about this
You don’t know how glad my heart is, hearing (you care and) these.
It’s not pounding for joy out of your sadness,
But’s the last minute thoughts that counted as I leave these eases.
I am a moody soldier, but you made ends meet
A sassy posture during endorment and deeds
Yet, you stand still, coping my pits
Forever gracious you came cross my alee.
Dear BEe
I was wondering…
How does it feels to get near to you?
Will it’ll make me run?
Again? Away?
Or finally, towards you?
How does it feels like seeing my finger interspaces’ to be filled with yours?
Will I’ll be tickled?
Usual?
How was it to be in the first time?🙄
How am I going to hug you?
Will you do the favor😏❓❔
Mutual? 🥶🤭👩❤️👨
Mirrored?
How does it feels to kiss your 😘
Yours land with min💋
Would this will bring giggle ❓
Or shyness within the 1st times.❔
Got no idea 🤔💭 with what kind of sensation of touching you would lead me,
Will it be warm❔❓
Guarding, longing ✖️♀️❌♂️
My forever.
These stuff just scares me a lot
But, thinking of you to be finally 🏡, excites me 😍😍
I want you, N🚫
I L⭕🖖e Y🔴u ⚠️
1544H
#atthecovidward
February 13, 2020
FEB-ibig Day (Valentine’s) is just a typical Day for me in terms of spending it with a l●ver~That special Day was always spent extra special with my beloved FAMily, were I can’t really ask for more. A typical stroll out in the backyard, fine breakfast, lunch and dinner with Mum (whom I really used to be with from the time of my birth) and Kia (My recent everyday date). 💐, 🍫,🍾,were never my norm for the holiday. Not late until the day of Valentine.
There was this lil’ man who sent 💐 and 🍫 from the door of my bedroom~
Quote~ It was from My Future Hubby, asked this kid to send his presents 🥀🍫 for me for Valentine’s. Quote.
This once in a lifetime “incident” reminds me about my long-time waited sign for My right man ~
“Of whoever which that will be sending 💐 and 🍫 for the valentine’s, will be the Father of my child, the Husband like– exact man that I’ll be marrying~ 💓💓💓💓💓
**Just can’t find my Blog about this sign thing thou.
Reflection?
Itatagalog ko nalang, nahihirapan nako ee! 😂😂🤣
Ganito pala ang feeling pag may nag padala saiyo ng mga 🌸💮🏵🌹🥀🌺🌼🌷⚘ sa 🏡 mo. Hindi maipaliwanag~
Iyong tipong , wala ka nang pakielam sa mga nangyari nung papasok iyong nag dala ng bulaklak sa balwarte mo, ni sa mga ikokomento ng mga taong naka kita nito — ang alam ko lang, nag lulumundag ang 💓 ko. Ang nasabi ko nga lang ay “Ang sweet ng Jowa ko😶😊😶😊😶” sabay tikom na ng 👄 k💋. Were there, all again, are Hx.
Happy Valentine’s Blogosphere !
Special mention #TFIOB
Sig. A Letter for My Airplane that is Sailing – II
Sa edad vente uno,
May isang supling
At bubuo ng isang pamilya sa piling mo,
Para saan pa nga ba ang mga pangarap ko?
Mithiing sariling 🏡, 🚗🚘, negosyo,
Maglakbay saan mang panig ng 🌍.
Sige, panglanan mo!
Ano nga ba ako?
Babaeng marangya, malakas, makapangyarihan.
Kilala, kinatatakutan, pinangingilagan …
Imaheng hindi magiba– Independent kung baga~
Iyon Ako, ang pinangarap ko.
Kaliwa’t kanan na appointments,
Sariling 💱, 🕛, kalayaan. Talino.
Iyon ako. Babaeng iniukit ko sa musmusing kaisipan,
Malayo sa babaeng nasa edad ng kasalukuyan.
Ngunit, heto ako …
Wala ni isa sa imaheng binuo ko.
Walang ipon, 🏡, nakikipag digmaan sa pampublikong sakayan,
Munting mukhang madaming bahid ng kinakatakutan.
Malayo.
Malayong malayo sakanya.
Sa Eva na iginuhit niya.
Ito Ako, Ako.
Biniyayaan ng mapag mahal na supling,
Ginantimpalaan ng mapangalang mangingibig.
Nakasilong sa kanlungan ng sariling Ama’t Ina,
🌐 nalibot niya, Ni wala sa nabanggit.
Para saan pa nga ba ang mga pangarap ko?
Kung laman ng ❤ ko’y mapatabi sa piling mo?
Mapalaki ng wasto ang mga supling ko,
Bumuo ng pang habang buhay, Sariling Pamliya, gaya ng sa mga magulang ko.
Wari’y nakita na ang sariling Ako.
Hindi isang pinuno ng pangat,
Ngunit Ina sa anak, Asawa sa kabiyak,
Ilaw ng 🏡ng alam kong aking Pinangarap.
Ang maging ‘sing giting ng Ina ko,
Malayo man sa sidhi ng matugayog kong musmus na pangarap,
2343H, Tila may kasagutan na sa mapanigurado kong plano–
Tatahan sa kanlungan mo.
Sig.
Aanhin ko ang sariling 🏡 kung Susmpa ako sa damabana kasama ng aking magiging kabiyak?
Para saan pa ang limpak-limpak na pansariling ipon kung ang nais nati’y masayang pailya?
Bakit pa ako lalayo pa, kung ang nais ko lang din nama’y huwag mapalayo sa kinila ?
Ano ang halaga ng pansariling kumpanya kung lahat kayo’y hindi ko na makakasama?
Para saan pa ang Nababagong Pangarap kung ako nalang din pala mag-isa?
Someday, someone will come into your life and they’ll figure out all the little things about you without even trying.
They won’t even have to ask you what your favorite color is because they’ll notice it in how you wear blue shirts three times a week. They’ll notice how much you hate your laugh when you try to cover your mouth every time they try to crack a joke, but trust me— when they come, they will remind you every. single. time. How your lips traces the sketch of perfection, how your voice makes unending echoes, and how your eyes loses its focus by glistening so purely. They’ll know that the coffee you drink should always be black, because the sweet ones can never give you the same warmth as black coffee does, and because of the times you’ve fallen asleep on your study table while trying to empty the white ones. They’ll let you keep their hoodies— because they know that even the softest touch from its sleeves, even the faint scent of them left in its fabric and even the mere fact that you have their presence wrapped around you, makes you sleep better at night. They’ll kiss you on the forehead before heading home from your date, because they know how much it calms your heart to have the slightest distance between their lips and your skin. They ‘ll understand your silence in the simplest way, and they’ll hold your hand as if your breath releases hidden words and their fingertips can uncover them. They’ll read your mind and untie the knots you’ve placed there, and they will leave no remains, because to have them is a reminder that you’ll never have to doubt— about anything, ever again.
Here lies the truth: someday, someone will figure out all the ways to love you, exactly the way you want to. At first you’ll see them as someone who wanders for nothing, but later on, you’ll realize that you’ve been anticipating for them your whole life— and they’re just roaming to find you.
Someday, you’ll find your safe haven too.
—Isabella Anes
artwork: sum_art90 on ig
Naparoon sa dakong iyon
Trabaho’y Pamunuan ang isang estasyon
Mga bagong mukha ang naroroon
Sa trabahong naatas, bakit ganuon?
Mahirap sa simula
Sa gawai’y pangapa-ngapa
Mula sa sariling pakikisalamuha
Ani mo’y isang kawawa.
Nakilala si kaka
Napakaingay na bata.
Biba sa lahat ng gawain,
Utos ay iyong sundin.
Dumating si nana
Talino’y nakakamangha
Kay dali niyang naging experto
Sa mga naituro’y naging markado.
Huli man ay nabalik rin,
Si nena na mula pa sa taas
Galing ay naipamalas din.
Sa tawa niya, ika’y bubuangin.
Ako’y napapagod na
Mautulog na yaong mga mata–
Teka! May nalimot pa,
Hahabol ang mga ilan pa.
Ayan si liit, sidekick ng inyong lingkod
Kung maipag malaki sa nakakarami.
Si taba na sadiata,
Sa mga talkshitang salita niya’y ‘di ka uubra.
Si bulinggit naman ang kumumpleto ng dwarfs ko.
Damay mo pa si Jhonny, Jhonny na nagpapakanta ng bawat duty ko.
Makakalimutan ba naman ng lola mo,
Si pilikmata na nag refill ng baway paper works ko.
Sa lahat sa inyo: THANK YOU.
Pina MONAY niyo ang Pusong BATO ko.
3rd floor unit **f
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