About the Blog
This maybe the shelter for my thoughts. The place of solace to be, when failures overruns me and my incapacity to do something with my own desires depresses me.I clad myself with peace, joyfully concealing my real feelings. I am a prisoner of worries, in chain with unfathomable sadness, caused by human cruelty towards my in capacities. Yes I gird myself with pretense not for any feigned reason; just that sometimes, some things are better kept secret. Nevertheless, this thoughts will be moving on until the edge with every bit of patience, with every breath of prayers, with hope as my comfort and ethereal grace as my savior.
My thoughts without my body wander around in this sublime enigmatic world, hunting pictures and images, of knowledge and understanding for my starving, bedridden soul.
I write not because I am a writer or a poet, nor for glory and for fame, neither because I consider myself skilled in this field; which I myself know I am not. I write because I yearn for a list of NOTES. Notes of random events, of memoirs my thoughts have had encountered. A notes of memories of my wandering thoughts which I can call "my own"...
Friday, June 25, 2010
BRUISE
Thursday, June 24, 2010
"Random Thoughts from the Past"
that everything will be ok…
that to worry is just a waste time…
and time should not be wasted.
that life should not be idled with despair,
for there’s the light that fights darkness…
and surely defends us in every battle.
poverty may stole our golden shoes,
but it can never steal our laughter…
heartaches may always comes knockin our door
but it will never be ever after…
fight if you must,
but not out of spite.
stand up for what is right,
with forbearing heart and soul…
time: 11:21
place: cyberstratt cafe
signed by: odette b.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Wanderer
My thoughts without my body wander around in this sublime enigmatic world, hunting pictures and images, of knowledge and understanding for my starving and bedridden soul.
I write not as a writer or as a poet, nor for glory or for fame. Neither because I consider myself skilled in this field, which I myself know,I am not.
I write because I yearn for a list of books. Books of random events, of memoirs my thoughts have had encountered. A book of memories, for my wandering thoughts, which I can call "my own"...