Morning Walk

Spend at least 30 minutes each morning in quiet contemplation, simply by being present. Today I decided to welcome Monday morning with a smile… allow the beauty of the glorious sun to warm my soul. Lord, You are so amazing. ❤ hashtag morning walk. Good Morning world! From Bohol, Philippines with love

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~Cynical~

You crave for her heart but she broke you instead
You keep venting over her troubles yet she gave you sleepless nights
You wish for her love but she made you cynical about it

Whispers of Sweet

~Walls~

Why are you building walls around your heart?
Isn’t it so unfair?
You were blocking me instead of her
You built a wall so very high I couldn’t break in
But you allowed her to get inside
Then she left you unwanted again and
This is the saddest thing about love
We build walls to keep the right people out
And allow the wrong person in to wreck us freely.

~whispers of sweet~

(c) quirkyshine

So this is how it feels…

So this is how it feels to love you…
It’s madness, it’s insane, it’s quite uncanny,
Yes! I know we are absurd,
And my heart could no longer hold that eerie, spooky, terrifying thing when it misses you,
I hate it when you are around and yet I grieve to death when you are not,
I despise all your words, most when you sugarcoat,
But I’d trade my life for them just to hear your sweetest lies,
Because that is what my heart believes in…
It believes in you…
That one day your heart will collide with mine
And that I don’t have to chase you for life
So this is how it feels…

(c) quirkyshine

~Success~

I was just an average student in my entire academic years. Yup, at some point I struggled in my college years for a 2.0 grade (passing grade in Silliman University) am partly to blame because of my “happy-go-lucky” lifestyle… but lucky enough I never had a failing grade… I just love to settle on a passing grade till my post grad years. I’ve never experienced going up on stage for a bunch of medals or certificates of recognition. I’ve never experienced anything close to that. But here’s the thing, in this game of life… success is not all about the number of medals or awards you get nor about the number of times you went up on stage for an achievement award. For me, success is measured by the lives we have touched. What good things we do for others despite our limitations. Success is all about the work/task/job we do with integrity.

Success is neither riches nor gold. Success is about cuts and bruises, it is all about the scars we get while reaching the finish line. Success is not only for the gifted… it is for the brave hearts ready to get bullied, ready to face countless rejections and yet never surrender.

Though you feel like you are just an average person believe that you can always outwit the gifted-smartest ones by doing the best in everything that you do with integrity, with pride, and with a heart. ❤

(c) quirky

~Counting Steps~

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Ready?
On the count of three…
One… two… but
Wait… wait…
I can’t… I just can’t go on without leaving a short note…
A note with a gentle tone and simple strokes of humor
From this sturdy pen
For the sake of moving on
Proving that we can be wrong
We’re both pathetic
Caring for the careless
Clearing their confound mess
Surrendering to being reckless
We’re both horrendous fools
Believing lies after lies
Denying the truest truth…
A plain fact that we can’t have the ones we love
But we keep chasing them
Hastening the race
Ending up losing
Your battle with her
Mine with you
Ready?
On the count of three…
Am more convinced to set you free
Whilst nurturing this fruitless tree
Hoping someday your mind will change
And feel your heart in closer range
But reality speaks volumes
Fair and convincing that…
I am the lover you took for granted
You are the pursuer she left for gold
We’re both crippled afraid to heal
Always taking a u-turn
Scared our paths will cross again
I may not be able to mend completely
Are you ready?
Am I ready?
On the count of three…
One… two…
I must run…
Runaway from here
Runaway from you
Runaway from love
One… two… three… go!

(c) Quirkyshine