Art in Anger

So when you are angry
Make it beautiful
Craft
The Art of Madness
Poetry of Fury
Anthem of Revenge
The Beautiful Disaster

Write it
Sing it
Scream it
Pound on it
Indulge in the madness

For in those times
In those delicate times
You are vulnerable
And everything you do
They show authenticity
Pieces of humanity

Snore Whistle Blow

Snore
Whistle
Blow

Rhythmic sounds
Sounding one after the other

Snore
Breath blocked
Evidence of exhaustion

Whistle
Effortless sound
Granted by the lips

Blow
Cooling of tea
Crafting beats of melody

Beating like drums
Guitars strum
Music born
From its simplicity

 

Middle

Middle
Is where I am
I am the in progress
The processing
My location is in between
I am not the sun
Nor the rain
Just the shade
Not quite
Nor enough
But getting there
I had begun my journey
But have not arrived
Not in a hurry
Taking my time
Not freezing
Nor burning
Just warm
Filled with potentials
To be and become
Riding along
Passing through
Waiting
To get to you

Who I am

Who am I?
I am your daughter
I am the one you saved
You died for me
I was the broken
Now restored
You poured your heart to me

Who am I?
I was the doubtful
I am the faithful
You suffered for me
I was the sinful
Now forgiven
You restored my heart

Who am I?
I was the desperate
I was the broken
Now healed and chosen
You gave me hope

Who am I?
I was the empty
I was the lost
Now found
You gave me purpose
Jesus

Writer’s Block

Hey wordpressers,

Have you ever just felt the urge to write something, but do not quite know what to write about? You want to write something, to just express everything, but just don’t quite know where or how to start…

So all you have are beginnings. This potential to become a prose, but they never seem to reach to a completion.. They just stay backspaced, and all you have is nothing.

I have been experiencing this for quite some time now. I may be experiencing the “writer’s block” syndrome. I mean really it is of no big deal, because it is not like many of you actually read my blog or if any even…

So really there is no pressure from you readers, however, the battle of being unable to produce a written prose and the urge to craft one is becoming a problem. Many times I want to produce a written blog, but fail to do so.

Whatever this is, I am battling it with my readings. I have been reading a lot, and I just took a break for a week now because I figured I have to change this repeated tasks I am living. However, I just cannot wait to read my next novel.

Perhaps, reading has become a hobby or a habit, while my writing abilities has deteriorated… I guess I just need balance.

This is jasminedelacerna, signing off<3

Staying Sane: EMOTIONS

Hey wordpressers,

What makes you happy? Many of us may say music. Music definitely affects our mood immensely. To others, happiness comes from nature. The sun shining, trees swaying, rain dropping.. Many people feel happiness with the positive energy they received from the people around them. The flow of optimism around the world they surround themselves gives them this lively energy. Others find happiness in peace. Quiet and contentment brings joy into their life. We all have our own happiness.

However, do you believe sadness is necessary for us to appreciate our happiness? That maybe if joy is in continuum, we may feel bored of it, or we may not even like its presence… Meaning we may try to tear ourselves up, bringing out our insecurities and imperfections, just to feel sane.

Being happy all day every day may make us feel robotic, where the only emotions we can show to the world are smiles and laughters. We forget that there are other emotions out there that makes the world go round. Emotions that defines us as human beings.

So if you have been sad, angry, poker faced for so long now, do not worry. You need to feel those to appreciate happiness in the future. These emotions also enables us to soak in this important lesson in life called perseverance.

Perseverance are not only for the sad ones. They are also for the people who are agitated, waiting, or even the people who are just riding along with life… These emotions enables us to feel and learn in life. Happiness, sadness, anger, neutrality, and mixed emotions keeps us sane, for our heart feels and our minds process…

This is jasminedelacerna, signing off

Marvelously March: Day 17

Chosen Veronica Roth’s Trilogy for my next readings.. 📚💁👓

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Marvelously March: Day 12

Listening while Reading . . . 👓💁

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Marvelously March: Day 11

Oh, just reading.. 📚👓💁

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When You Left…

Hey wordpressers,

            Couple of years ago, leaving was mutual. I remembered being on the couch with my past and we decided that it was time to move on. Looking at the clock ticked away, I watched the hand move. It was not even 7 yet. However, we knew it was time to say goodbye. The very thing I remembered, in which I actually wrote a poem about few years later, was sitting on the couch with my past. Then, he stood up, got his backpack, ready to leave. I stood up and hugged him. The very last one I can get from him, and then I let go.

Watched him descend from the stair steps. I remembered holding on to myself that time. I sobbed and cried alone on the couch. It was my first heartbreak. My first official end of a relationship. Listening to him put on his shoes ready to leave my house; it was like the scratching of nails on a chalkboard. It was dreadful.

On what was on my mind during the event, I do not remember. It was like I did not think of anything but focused on my heartbreak, and the end of my relationship. It was very difficult.

The pros of leaving was letting go of an unhealthy relationship. Breaking free of the “clinginess” I brought myself into. Lastly, it made me closer to God and my family. The cons… well the cons were the flashbacks I am dealing with currently.

Even now three years later, my mind still remembers and contemplates. This is something I am going to admit and only to you my readers, maybe… just maybe… I am not over him. However, I have moved on. I have accepted that… that was the end of the relationship. But every day he is on my mind, and sometimes he has cameo appearances in my dreams.

He left my life, but my mind has clung to him. No matter how hard I try to push those memories aside and erase him from my daily thoughts, he still shows up, and I do not know when this will stop. I tried. I still am trying…

This is jasminedelacerna, signing off ❤

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