Unnamedsoul

tells me something to remember; whispering that i'm a sinner...

Passion of my Hero

Passion of my Hero

Mirror tells me what things i wanna see
Revealing the dirt stained on me
I lied once and then again
Can't help myself to defend
I see and hide other's mistake
Burried in me but wide awake
I don't know myself anymore
That build this reflection in the mirror
Eyes that are threatening me
Was mine alone to see
This menace is an invisible sight
But in me it was painted in Graffiti's light

12 comments:

every thing that comes in to mind reflects in eyes.Eyes cant tell lies :)good day

Hi,
wow, it is a great expression! Wonderful poem.
Deepak said true words.

I wish you good luck and happiness!

you hve beautiful eyes,Joyce..
warm,kind,silent..mysterious...and they are the reflections of you..

be proud of them,and dont be afraid to express the things you want to...just what you`ve been doing here :)

hey,tell your mom,i received her email and the pic(ultrasound??grabeh,hi tech na kasi,pwede agad kunan sa cell phone?)haha!cool!im too busy pa,i miss the chikas,pero im toxic right now..aaarrghhhh!

love yah!
hugs!

ev said... 2:21 AM  

you have such a deep sense of passion for life and things in between...keep it up!you are a great writer...

wow!!!
two thumbs up!!!
where's my sis?
who are you?!!!
you've done a great job!!!
i adore you sis...
keep it up!!!

:)good day & a nice weekend

huwat??ang ganda nmn ng name?bugoy?hahahaha!

parang name ng bystander..hehe

have a great week ahead,Joyce!!

:)good day
when is ur next post ?

Wow Joyce! Great talent you have here :)

Parang nasaling ako sa tula mo... Ganda!

Happy Tuesday! Hopped from ate Ghee's...

:):)good day

:)good day & a great week ahead

Have a great week ahead, unnamedsoul :)

I love it. and I wanna share it.

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Is nothing but FAITH that I received

"Souls, Like plants, needed a different kind of rain: Hope, Faith, a reason to live. When this did not come to pass, everything in that soul died, even if the body went on Living; and the people could say: "Here in this body there was once a Man."

- The Fifth Mountain by Paulo Coelho

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