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A writer’s soul could paint Autumn in Summer.

Fall in love with someone who dives into the depths of your mind, and measures how deep your oceans of intelligence are.

Fall in love with someone who gets amazed about your intellectual capacity.

Fall in love with someone whose hand could write all the emotions in the world, and whose mind could shrink the whole universe in.

Fall in love with someone who puts his love into writing as he acts upon it.

Fall in love with someone whose imagination is as wide as the universe, but not a dreamer.

Fall in love with a writer, not an actor.

Fall in love with someone who appreciates the sunrise as much as the stars at night.

Fall in love with someone who loved to be alone just right before he met you.

Fall in love with someone who loves watching you from afar.

Fall in love with someone who could hardly tell you, “You are beautiful.”  Yet, stares at you like you are the most amazing canvass.

Fall in love with someone who never tells you, “I want to know you more.”  Yet, it’s obvious through the rhythm of the words he utters.

Fall in love with someone who keeps his composure yet, whose smiles show how deeply interested he is in you.

Fall in love with someone who calmly approaches you as he let’s you be who you are.

Fall in love with someone who gives you all the space in the world yet, assures you of his presence.

Fall in love with someone who is silent but not timid.

Fall in love with someone who is reserved but not shy.

And, when he speaks, he’s wordy but not cocky.

Fall in love with someone who is bold but not bully.

Fall in love with someone who is confident but not boastful.

Fall in love with someone who holds you because he’s interested in you, but doesn’t take advantage of you.

Fall in love with someone who pushes you to your limit, but doesn’t change you.

Fall in love with someone who fights for you but doesn’t fight with you.

Fall in love with someone who’s strong enough to love a strong woman.

 
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Posted by on March 29, 2017 in Lyrics of Life

 

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When You Befriend A Writer

When You Befriend A Writer

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When you befriend me, you would know it.

I am forgetful, but I remember everything.

I may forget names, but I will remember who is from whom.

I may forget the color of the shirt you wore last night, but I will remember how you carried yourself in it with all your gestures and facial expression.

I may forget appointments, birthdays and some occasions, but I will remember you and everything you are.

I may forget what you just told me, but I will remember everything you said in the past, like ever!

I may forget the type of coffee that you like, but I will remember how you always enjoy it.

I may not be able to describe you right away, but I could write a novel about you.

I may forget to throw my trash, water the plants, remove my laundry from the machine, and even my hardboiled egg from the stove, but I will remember the time for everything.

I may forget how to joke, but I can always make you laugh with the awkwardness of my actions at times I forget something.

And, at times you notice me spacing out while listening to you; I am just thinking on how to add your character in my story.

There are times I read you like a book, just to know which chapter of your life built your present, and for why you are just the way you are.

I usually think on how the end would possibly end before I think on how to begin it.

Then I jump directly on the third chapter so I could start writing the first.

I usually take a good look at the bigger picture before digging into the details.

At times you see me leisurely walking, wandering, and lilting around like searching for something, that’s when I’m observing anything that comes my way, how it looks like, the coarseness of its grand, its intricate details, and how it sways with the wind.

At times you see me staring out of the window, that’s when I’m working on my story treatment.

At times I balter around, that’s when I’m excited about my new twist in the storyline.

At times you see me thinking out loud, bubbling alone; I am actually not talking to myself. I talk to the character I have created.

At times I bombard the Internet with morbid thoughts and photos, please, don’t be alarmed. I just have so much in mind, and I don’t have any other outlet to let them out; but, nothing personal.

At times it rains; my soul gets its therapeutic claim.

I am alone, but I’m not lonely.

I am an introvert, but I go to parties. It’s just that, I party like an introvert, which means, I never do. Understand? Don’t.

Others may find me weird and misfit, but they just don’t understand that I’m not meant for everyone to be understood; so they question.

I have a very few friends, but I have the real ones.

I am selective, but once I welcome you in my life, I will become an open book for you forever.

I may not remember you from time to time, but I will always be thoughtful for you.

And, at times one person pisses me off, I will keep my peace. Yes, I can do that as I start to imagine the brutal death of that someone in my story.

When you befriend me, you would know it.

 
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Posted by on December 22, 2016 in Lyrics of Life

 

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The Moonbeam and Shattered Pens

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IT PAYS TO BE A WRITER.  You could write your whole life in one storyline.  You could make your dreams and live them as you can.  You could color the world as you dash through your lines.  You could be somebody else you ever want leaving reality in a short span of time.  You could build a castle and gather everyone in.  You always have a way out when the world doesn’t treat you right.

IT PAYS TO BE A WRITER.  You happen to be able to read the emotions behind the lines and not just simply the message from the words being uttered.  You happen to understand the other meaning of the statement no matter how bluntly it’s delivered.  You happen to believe that it’s a Yes! at times the message is actually a straight No!  You happen to see love behind an icy soul and tomorrow in someone else’s eyes.

ON THE OTHER HAND, it pays to be a writer for your shifting paradigm makes you believe into something that’s actually not real in the first place.  It makes you believe that your story may still happen to you in real life.  It makes you believe that there’s always happy ending in every situation no matter how high the curves are.  It makes you believe that it’s you that’s in the character eventhough you know that it’s actually somebody else in the first place.

I GUESS THIS SHORT STORY I’ve started no longer worth the time for it’s all a mirage I just intended to build believing that it’s somehow gonna happen but I guess it’s just one of those unfinished lines I once had long time ago.  And here it goes!  Just as I thought.  I guess, I might just as well be chasing after moonbeams.  Just simply another one I happened to glance one time believing that it’s here to stay.  Probably!  Yet, probably, I might just simply look away the next time I happen to see another one.  It’s surely very beautiful to look at yet, it’s just hard to call my own as hard to love it so well.

IT PAYS TO BE A WRITER.  You’re able to see it ahead way before it comes and most of the time, you just happen to be right.  Nonetheless, you shatter with your pens as you mistakenly write them as you realize that you just lit another penny candle from a bright star and it’s still you who would happen to put it out.

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Posted by on March 20, 2014 in Lyrics of Life

 

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