Whisper

Whisper
Truth
Into my mind
Thoughts
Never left my side

Whisper
Lies
Into my soul
Facts
Never made me whole

Whisper
Love
Into my heart
Emotions
Never took my part

Whisper
Beauty
Into my body
Imperfections
Never kept me steady

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Beauty and Curse from the Heavens

Hey wordpressers,

We wonder up above the sky, yelling “what kind of blue are you?” Staring beyond the universe questioning how stars could shine so bright. Variations of yellow and oranges we come to label as the sunrise and sunsets, and the sprinkles from the heavyhearted clouds telling us that they too need release. The polychromatic rainbow curve just above the clouds and its reflection bouncing back to the earth, scientists has come to label as prisms. These are all the beauty of the universe. Beauty nature has given us since the world began.

However, these beautiful creatures above our heads could also be a beautiful disaster. Disasters so beautiful, even death itself are approached by aimless souls. This motherly nature turns her back to us, and we are swept by calamities. We are blindsided by its beauty, or maybe… just maybe… we did the heavens wrong or mother nature in this case. So we are doomed for destruction. The once beautiful sunshine is now covered up with thick dark clouds as it precipitates above us. Lightning and thunder flashes and rumbles, shaking our faiths as we cry for dear help.

The fascination on how such beauty can become horrid is absolutely existent. We stare at the innocent clouds one day and we question its very purpose asking, “Are you here to hold up the sky or are you just waiting for everything to explode from your bottled up fluff?”

– jasminedelacerna ❤

Comfort of Familiarity

This is my first blog, and it is already getting personal. Ha! Definitely making the best of this.

I have my shared moments of regrets, brokenness, and crazy. Those never left my mind though. They are not just a memory where people can retrieve over time. Flashbacks force me to remember them, and it feels like my mind keeps going through them. For whatever reason, I do not know, but maybe I have a lot more lessons to learn than I think.

They usually make me feel bitter about myself. Because those oh… so… precious memories are not very precious. They are my imperfections, faults, and sometimes the good times too. Well… about 90% precious and 10% “junk”.

Writing I noticed that my prose and poems consisted of the past. Probably because I have never been to the future before, so there is not much to talk about in the fast forward realm other than my goals, hopes, and dreams, and I had a lot of that growing up, as I scribble on my paper on “what I want to become when I grow up” in elementary school.

However, the past… that I could retrieve and talk about. Even if every single one of my will is against it. I seem to focus on the ancient history of life and events. Probably because even though the past is excruciating to watch and remember, they are familiar and my mind finds comfort in familiarity oh… so… very much. So I guess you could say that my mind is obsessed with the comfort of the excruciating past. Yup, that sounds about right.

You will be reading a lot of past and present experiences and futures hopes in this blog. Mostly mine, but they are always universal. I do not go into personal details about my own experience, generality is such a beauty, so why waste it?

This is Jasmine De La Cerna, Signing Off ❤