Friday, June 27, 2003
Goddess Morwen at 12:17 PM
Thursday, June 26, 2003
suntok sa buwan
i feel so elated, she heard herself say...
she knew for sure that sooner or later it will sink in. the words kept repeating in her mind over and over again. she felt like walking in a mist of dark smoke and her feet not touching the ground. she tried to prick herself to awaken from what seems to be a gothic nightmare but it didnt help. she was in a boat floating endlessly at sea writing a letter, scribbling thoughtfully. she tightened the cap of the wine bottle where she put the letter and then threw the bottle onto the deep blue. the bottle swirled down and rested on the sand. she pondered at the thought that the words were simple yet the slice of pain ripped through the fabric of her being. he was everything.
she awoke from her slumber and shook away the sleep. she stared right into the sunset with its rays trying to slip through the curtains. the message she wrote in her bottle will never be read for she threw it in the sea of dreams.
his words played a tune in her mind. the sudden urge to release her energy swelled and in the end she took the path most people take when they're faced with abandon. intoxicate oneself.
and when the wine has rested in the veins and toys with the mind the body is left limp and numb. drifting slowly to sleep, seeped in the form of a shapeless thought that eventually grew into the dream - the boat, the message in a bottle, the sound of the sea.
she dragged herself off the bed pulling the sheets with her. where did i ever get the nerve to ask him that?she asked herself while she sat on the floor trying to untangle her hair.
i feel so elated, she heard herself say as her heart began to break slowly. she covered her face with her palms and began to understand that the universe has teased once again. 'Again' for the second or third. she has lost count.
hindi mo ba alam damdamin ko'y pinagtakpan, ang makasama ka'y suntok sa buwan. hindi mo nga alam mundo mo nga'y iyong tignan, kung ganyan walang pupuntahan. hindi ko 'to gusto, pero wag kang lalayo. itanong mo sa akin at tatanungin ko rin, kung ika'y aamin lahat ay gagawin...
di mo napapansin kailangan mo akong dinggin di habang buhay ika'y aantayin. ito'y aking hiling at sana naman ay tanggapin nang puso ko'y di nabibitin
and that elusive tear just won't fucking fall.
she stared at the ceiling and can't believe she has decided to wait. and pray for the day she won't throw bottles in the sea anymore
Goddess Morwen at 4:37 PM
Monday, June 23, 2003
I need to runaway, runaway to the beach. I am so torn, I need to relax and think things over - clearly, patiently, and surely. I need to have a change of scenery or else I'm going to burst and I need to make sure I do not falter and fall into depression. How did I ever let things go so awry? It's so crazy. This passion is criminal.
Goddess Morwen at 5:52 AM
Saturday, June 21, 2003
Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman. A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories. Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life. Imagine a woman who believes she is good. A woman who trusts and respects herself, Who listens to her needs and desires, And meets them with tenderness and grace.
Imagine a woman who has acknowledged the past's influence on the present. A woman who has walked through her past, Who has healed into the present. Imagine a woman who authors her own life. A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf, Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and to her wisest voice.
Imagine a woman who names her own gods. A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness, Who designs her own spirituality and allows it to inform her daily life. Imagine a woman in love with her own body. A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is, Who celebrates her body and its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.
Imagine a woman who honors the face of the Goddess in her changing face. A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom, Who refuses to use precious energy disguising the changes in her body and life.
Imagine a woman who values the women in her life. A woman who sits in circles of women, Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.
Imagine yourself as this woman
Goddess Morwen at 5:11 PM
Goddess Morwen at 12:08 AM
Friday, June 20, 2003
I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does
I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and the heir
of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does
There's a club if you'd like to go
you could meet somebody who really loves you
so you go, and you stand on your own
and you leave on your own
and you go home, and you cry
and you want to die
When you say it's gonna happen "now"
well, when exactly do you mean?
see I've already waited too long
and all my hope is gone
You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does
Goddess Morwen at 7:04 PM
Goddess Morwen at 6:36 PM
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they're afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground, that aren't as good, but easy.
So the apples at the top think that there is something wrong with them, when in reality, they are amazing.
That is why we just have to be a little patient and the right boy, the one who takes a chance to find the good, right apple, will come someday...
And I'm still waiting.
Goddess Morwen at 4:22 PM
Sunday, June 15, 2003
If there was an album dedicated to the movie of my life, I'd make a soundtrack.
I mean one song per moment and an entire album for the duration of the experience.
That would be cool huh? So what the heck I've decided to share my soundtrack to y'all.
Someday We'll Know by New Radicals
Out of Reach by Gabrielle
What If by Babyface
No Woman No Cry by Bob Maley and the Wailers
Suntok sa Buwan by SessiOnroad
I Need to be Next to You by Leigh Nash
Goddess Morwen at 11:40 PM
Goddess Morwen at 11:18 PM
Saturday, June 14, 2003
As We Kiss
It's eight o'clock the night is young
I'm feeling fine all troubles gone
I'm all psyched up to see you
I know it feels a little funny
Askin' you to bring some money
For a cheap motel
So I take my time and drink my beer
I watch the crowd you're still not here
As crazy choices play up my mind
Now suddenly a vision struck me
Our eyes met we're flirting slowly
I think tonight's the night
As we close our eyes and kiss
The night becomes alive as we kiss
So take my hand and heat me up
My body's burning don't you stop
Let's savor every minute
You thrust my soul with something new
Ain't it glorious fooling you
The moment's standing still
I know there's no one here to blame
I don't even know your name
Goddess Morwen at 7:21 AM
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