Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Saturday, February 18, 2017

10 Things to Understand Before You Fall In Love with an Old Soul

Simplicity. It’s the simple things in life that capture us. Simple living and simple pleasures in life ground us and make us feel all warm and cozy inside. Extravagant dinners, jewelry, and sparkly gifts may be the key to some people’s hearts but not an old soul. Impressing us is so simple, it’s scary. An intimate conversation on the beach with a candle or a night of camping under the stars is like heaven on earth. Give us experiences and most of all, give us your time.

Alone time. Old souls are pretty intense, spiritual people. It’s not a facade or front we put up, but a lifestyle we live to stay connected to ourselves and to our spiritual path. Time to decompress, detach and meditate are crucial to our well being. So if we turn down an invite to a bar once in awhile, don’t take it personal. Instead, understand our need to be with ourselves because there is probably a reason we are needing some alone time.

Dreamer. As most people only dream when they sleep, we dream constantly. Daydream that is. Sometimes we need a partner to snap us back into reality, but also one who understands our dreaming is what excites us, dreaming inspires us.

Romantics. –ahh, sigh– We love romance and everything that comes with it. Sometimes, expecting a little too much from people trying to win our affections. This can cause some let downs and learning experiences for both partners. Old souls need someone that can pull them out from the clouds when needed and bring them back to a beautiful reality.
*Comfort. *I’ve always felt like the “grandma” of my friend group. Throwing on a big comfy sweater, staying in to cook dinner, and snuggling up while someone reads to me would be like, so amazing. Going out is good here and there, but know for us, being comfy with our significant other takes the cake.

Free bird. We want freedom. Freedom to chase whatever is worth chasing to us. Nothing holding us back or stopping us from pursuing our dreams and desires. Rather, someone who encourages us to chase and to succeed. Aside from longing for a stable and simple life, we want room to grow and follow whatever path our spirit is leading us on.

An unusual approach to life. Not really conforming to the expected way of living, we view the world and our lives as a blank book and we want to write it. I definitely have very philosophical views and it deeply effects all of my relationships. Being with someone who likes that about us is key!

Not-so material world. Possessions and money are nice, but it is not number one for us. Intellectual conversations and meaningful experiences is what takes our breath away…

Intuition. You may hear this a lot from an old soul, “I don’t know, I just have this feeling.” Following our hearts more than our minds makes us a bit more in touch with our intuitive side. You can either go with the flow or turn and run, intuitive people can be a bit intimidating. It can be very daunting to some, to have an intuitive partner…especially if the significant other is trying to be sly. Good luck!

We’ve got dreams, big dreams. Idealistic dreams of painting the world like our very own canvas. Ending world hunger or starting a business that benefits people in some positive way is not far from an old souls list of lofty ideas. Helping mankind is on our dreamy To Do List!

I’m sure a lot of you out there can relate to some of these traits or have come across an old soul yourself. Maybe you’re realizing you are one…what qualities do you have that make you or your partner an Old Soul?


~ Adapted

Friday, January 20, 2017

"SEX is FOOD!"

Sex is not all about making children. You must be a different woman to your husband every time. Seduce your husband, don't always allow your husband to ask for Sex, there must be no timetable for sex. Be creative, don't be predictable. Give him what he wants. If you loose influence over your husband, you have lost womanhood. Be part of your husband's plans.

Don't have too many children, you wanna sell them? Allow your husband to check in and out anytime. When a man is sexually satisfied, he is emotionally stable. Stop saying, is it food? Yes, sex is food!!!

As a wife, try to invest in yourself spiritually so you can adequately support him. Build yourself as his prayer warrior so that you will not be forced to pray at the end of your life. Don't allow your husband to provide all your needs, he is not a money making machine. Iron sharpens iron, try to reciprocate.

You are meant to support each other spiritually, financially, physically and morally through thick and thin. You are a builder....Wise woman buildeth her home. Women need wisdom to build their homes. Do not be too outspoken, know when to talk, when to listen and when to be quiet.

Love your husband with all your heart, never tell him, if not because of my children, remember you've known him before the arrival of those children. Pamper your husband, put his head on your chest and pray for him. Give him unannounced kiss from the back, don't be too holy to kiss in the public. He is your husband for God sake. Be romantic, it is good for the heart. Some people are not happy that you're happy in that marriage, proof them wrong that you love him and he is your crown, always feel good when you hold him. Don't look 50 while you're still under 40, it drives men crazy. Always keep fit regardless of your age or body.

To men:

Do not take a woman who does all these for granted! Pamper her, pray for her, cherish her, love her, support her financially, make her feel like your woman! God bless you and your marriages.

"Our LOVE in our LIFETIME"


It's been said that we really only fall in love with three people in our lifetime. Yet, it's said that we need each of these loves for a different reason.

Often our first is when we are young, high school even. It's the idealistic love; the one that seems like the fairy tales we are all read as children.

It's a love that looks right.

The second is supposed to be our hard love; the one that teaches us lessons about who we are and how we often want or need to be loved. Sometimes it's unhealthy, unbalanced or narcissistic even.

It's the love that we wished was right.

And the third is the love we never see coming. The one that usually comes dressed as all wrong for us and that destroys any lingering ideals we clung to about what love is supposed to be.

It's the love that just feels right.



Maybe we don't all experience these loves in this lifetime; but perhaps that's just because we aren't ready to. Possibly maybe we need a whole lifetime to learn or maybe if we're lucky it only takes a few years.

And there may be those people who fall in love once and find it passionately lasts until their last breath. Someone once told me they are the lucky ones; and perhaps they are.

But I kinda think that those who make it to their third love are really the lucky ones.

They are the ones who are tired of having to try and whose broken hearts lay beating in front of them wondering if there is just something inherently wrong with how they love.

But there's not; it's just a matter of if someone loves in the same way that they do or not.

And maybe there's something special about our first love, and something heartbreakingly unique about our second...but there's also just something about our third.

The one we never see coming.

The one that actually lasts.

The one that shows us why it never worked out before.

And it's that possibility that makes trying again always worthwhile, because the truth is you never know when you'll stumble into love.

-- Repost (Adapted)

Monday, October 29, 2012

"Sir Lancelot's Ode to Lady Guenevere..."

How I wished I was NUMB...
        But then I couldn't have felt thy reciprocation even for a whilst;

I wished, too, to be MUTE...
        But then again if I was, thou wouldn't have known of thine true feelings for thee;

Still, I wished I was BLIND...
        But then, too, I would've failed seeing thine love deep within thy mesmerizing eyes.

Aye, FATE was so cruel to have bested me faculties
But so sweet to make me realize

That if I didn't see...
            didn't feel...
            nor didn't speak...

I wouldn't have known that I am capable
            of knowing...
            of loving...
            of revering someone...

In just three mornings...

Yet suffer it FOREVER!



















Friday, February 10, 2012

"The Fight"

How does one bear the hurt,
How does one deal with pain...
Until when can he keep
What's driving him insane (?)


How can he gag his heart
And keep it from yearning
What it can't really have
And shouldn't be keeping (?)


How can he fake his smiles
With his heart on his sleeves...
Feigning a cheerful mood
While his grieving heart bleeds (?)


How can he keep his eyes
From hiding all his fears
If behind its sparkle
Keeps a bucket of tears (?)


How can he keep his hands
And body from trembling
When each time he held her
There's that fear of losing (?)


One can never discern
No matter how he try...
How deep true love can be
When it's time for "goodbye".


I guess I wouldn't know...
I guess I won't find out...
For I chose to fight off
This clearly losing bout.



"Mi Amor"

What's with her eyes...
       that seems to pierce my soul
       breaking through my defenses
       stripping me of my strength...


What's with her smile...
       that weakens my fortitude
       tearing my reasoning apart
       wearing off my logic and choice...


What's with her kisses...
        which seemingly alters my being
        bringing me in a state of unconsciousness
        of time, of reality, of emotions...


What's with her touch and caresses...
        that burns and scorches my inner sanctum
        creating a wildfire deep within
        a fire unquenchable, uncontrollable...


She inhibits me...
       She controls me...
              She overcomes what is in, out, and within me...


She is my time...
       She is my reason...
              She is my life.


How can I ever discern how she does it?


So long as I love her...
So long as I adore her...


I don't think I'll ever find the answer.


Never.

        

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

"Lost Love" (Sonnet II)

The sunshine greeted "bonjour"
as the morning smiled at me...
not a trace of loneliness
in the brand new day I see.
But when the crimson shadow
cast its "farewell" in the dusk...
you'll see a different ME,
behind my deceiving "mask".

Darkness slowly setting in
solitude painting the way...
life without you by my side
is endless darkness at play.
Your voice is my salvation,
your thoughts, my warmth and refuge;
the LOVE that I have for you
is my strength and fortitude.

What is left for me to do
to put back the day's laughter...
remind my heart, "with each DUSK
soon comes the DAWN thereafter."
Across the distance, I know
there'll be that one place an' time
in bliss we'll be together
like a love song's every rhyme.

Beyond the realm of despair
of dreams and of space and time,
I'll be there and I will wait
FOREVER with love sublime!

Monday, October 25, 2010

"The Things I Hate" (Yomie's Chronicle part 1)

I HATE the way rains and roses still remind me of YOU, and the way Belgian chocolates will never taste as sweet...

I HATE the way my smile has changed: plastered, hesitant, forced...

I HATE that I find myself wanting to call you at 1 AM...

I HATE the way I'm supposed to pick up the pieces and move on...that I'm supposed to believe that everything's gonna be alright...

I HATE that I have to drink to forget...and the hangover that follows and remembering all over again...

But the thing I HATE the most is that no matter how I try, I can't bring myself to hate YOU the way I hate everything else!













  

Thursday, September 9, 2010

"Poems, pictures, mem'ries..." (Sonnet I)

Laid 'neath that old box
Was what once thy song --
      A sweet, sweet melody gone wrong,
      A lyrical touch
      That Eros hath played...
Now a coffin where thine heart laid.

Scented sobriquets,
loving thoughts penned thee --
      With tears, a dream, once us I see,
      Eyes that defy time
      Smiles that're immortal...
Yours is a mem'ry so gentle.

'Neath dust and cobwebs
Lay black an' whites, too --
      To remind of then "US" so true,
      Ol' Ms. Dest'ny danced
      Oh, her feet faltered...
Now Love's thine rose autumn withered.

A pinch in the heart
That's all mem'ries bring --
       A song that won't cease echoing,
       S'long as time walks
       An' one's heart ne'er sleeps...
The Pain heals but the mem'ries LIVES!

Friday, August 27, 2010

"Foolish Heart"

Snow came trickling in the mid-summer sky...
Time stood still, Silence is deafening
As you said the word, "Goodbye".

Just when my world, that the rainbow has clothed...
Have found its life, and put a smile to existence
You ended with the letter you wrote.

Why does it have to end, why must it start anew...
Why must there dusk, then in the morning a dawn
For me to know that it's just isn't you?

The pain that my life has endured the day that you left...
Now stand as a thorn, that grows with the vine
The vine of mem'ries that in my lonely heart crept.

Now I have nothing but pictures and love letters...
To be reminded of once you and me
For in my heart I know, LOVE is all that matters!

Or is it? Perhaps...perhaps not.

















 “Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest: Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers: Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest, And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers!” — William S. Gilbert


"Can I...?"

Can I tell my heart to miss a beat
Or make my world to cease from turning...
Can I tell the heavens to vow down
Or tell the day to stop from dawning?


Can I tell FATE to speak out your name
And the wind to tell you, "I love you!"...
Can I tell your heart to beat for me
And to feel the same way that I do?


Can I tell myself to stop dreamin'
And face reality as it is...
Can I just turn my back from hoping
And put my weary heart at ease?



POEMS were weaved not from a poet's mind
Neither do SONGS from them lyricists...
It all sprung from what exist within
Such inspiration one's heart consists.


Can I really speak of what I feel
Or even explain it why I do...
'Guess I leave it all to you , my friend
'Cause I think I've fallen hard for YOU!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 "I really don't know now how to give up and say, "No, you're not meant for me"...I don't know now how to back down and accept I'm just another hopeful...I don't know now how to feel for anyone knowing that my heart is chained to but one soul but you...I don't know now how to say "I LOVE YOU" if it won't be that person who taught me the true, selfless meaning of those words ~ YOU!"  ~ @manong_meloy

 

Saturday, August 21, 2010

"An Afterthought..."

You didn't invite me to be your friend but I came to be. You never meant for me to fall head-over-heels in-love with you but hell, I did. You didn't know that you are now my axis and orbit, where my world and life spins and revolves, but you don't want to believe. You've shackled my heart in yours, chained my soul and locked my mind to just a single thought that is you.

"Everytime I lay my head in my pillow every night, I can't help hearing my head shout for your name...can't help feeling my skin yearn to feel your warmth...can't help have my lips long for your kisses and my shivering body long for your embrace...and can't help my heart skip a beat for you completes it when my chest beats in tune with yours each time you're with me. For you're the one I want to go to bed with...and wake up in bed with,,,and do everything in between with..."



Now what's the point? Of running, when all roads lead me back to you...of forgetting, when all I do is remembering you by and when everything seems to remind me of you....of fighting it all when loving you is inevitable.

Now that you've known, tell me: may I be able to live, and love the same way again...if it will not be YOU?

"Flame"

He holds her as if
She was his life...
His kisses lingered
Like there's no tomorrow...

She was his candle
Her Love was his light
And so he laid his hopes
On a candle flame.

As the candle burns brightly
So does his dreams...
His faith trembles
As it dances to the wind...

Each day he holds on to the flame
Hoping...
Praying...
It would never flicker
That her love would stay aflame.

--a poem by Yomie
   30 November 2006

Saturday, June 26, 2010

"The GOOD-MORROW"

by JOHN DONNE

I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we lov'd? were we not wean'd till then?
But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?
T'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desir'd, and got, t'was but a dreame of thee.

And now good morrow to our waking soules,
Which watch not one another out of feare;
For love, all love of other sights controules,
And makes one little roome, an every where.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne,
Let us possesse one world, each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares,
And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest,
Where can we finde two better hemispheares
Without sharpe North, without declining West?
What ever dyes, was not mixt equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die.

~~For the movie Tristan & Isolde


Monday, June 21, 2010

"Just Another Excerpt..."

I heard her voice...
A call
From five thousand miles
Does it matter
That it isn't about us.
It's not with what was said...
Just the voice
It's enough...
      To make me smile
      To make my heart
           skip a beat again
      To send shivers
           of longing...
           of needing...
           of hurting.
Questions echoed
Bellowing from within
Is it not over
After endless adieus
After the last tear
That was shed.

NO.

It's far from over.
The curtain did not close.

Just another verse...
Just another refrain...
Just another excerpt
From my ode of endless LOVE.



“People have scars. In all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret roadmaps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them don’t. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut’s long gone, the pain still lingers.” — Grey’s Anatomy

Thursday, June 17, 2010

"Insomnia"...a poem for Mi Amor

What prompted me
  To wage war with the moon
  And turn evenings
  As an extension of the sun's day?
What stopped me
  From closing my eyes
  And give up the pleasure
  Of a deep slumber
  For a moment with you?
Why did i not let
  Time dictate
  Nor allow the day
  To grab hold of my strength?

For every ounce
  Of my blood flows instinctively,
  Pumped into my system by your HEART
  And not MINE...
Every breath that I take
  Are held by your unassuming presence
  And alluring voice...
Every nanosecond of my life
  Being controlled and turned
  Everytime that you smile...

What then can the night do
to cease the sun from turning in?
What then can time do
to measure this unearthly lifetime?

NOTHING.

For YOU are my day...
  YOU are my night...
    YOU are my moment...
       YOU are my lifetime...
  
YOU are my every breath...
  my every heartbeat...
    YOU are my body...
      My soul...
        MY LIFE!




























Wednesday, May 26, 2010

"A LOVE Poem"

Have I ever told you
that if I sit really still and silent,
sometimes. I like to think
I can hear your heart beating
in time with mine?

Have I ever told you
that when I watch you speak to me
through lines and cords,
and bytes and ram,
I imagine
your voice,
whispering into my ear?

Have I ever told you
that I wait out each day
in anticipation,
wanting
only an hour or two,
just a second in space and time,
to feel close to you?

Have I ever told you
that there has been times,
when I ached for you,
ached for you so badly,
that the emotions overwhelmed me..
and so I sat and cried?

Have I ever told you
that sometimes,
I will reach out,
touching your name
on this cold screen before me,
wishing
I could reach in
and pull you to me?

Have I ever told you
that after the first time I heard
the sound of your voice,
thousands of miles away,
I sat up all night,
turning the conversation over and over
in my mind,
examining it,
like some newly discovered species of flower?

Have I ever told you
that I would give everything up,
just for one night
to be able to lay near you,
to feel your chest rise and fall
with each breath you take,
just to know that you are real?

Have I ever told you
that I dream of you often,
I dream of you reaching out
and touching my hand,
simply to let me know
that you are there,
and everything is okay?

Have I ever told you,
have I still yet to tell you . . .
that I love you?



















~@impo_condiang Tuesday, 25th May 2010

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

"My Sweet Deja Vu"

"Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away; and all the things I want to say can find no voice. Then, in silence, I can only hope my eyes will speak my heart."


She said goodbye. Again. Then she logged off. I was left with my laptop, a sweet and seemingly plastered grin, a sigh, and her face on my mind.


Another day, another chapter...of what I consider lately as my every day fountain of inspiration. Yes, a fountain -- quenching me with my thirst for affection...bathing me and washing off the day's frustrations and tensions...nourishing me with her brand of wit, humor, and wisdom. Indeed, she refreshes me...from head to foot, body and soul.


She came from my distant past...silently yet sweetly. For years we did not see each other. For those years, nothing existed except memories (...well, quite a handful if I may say so.). Now, five thousand miles separates us. And yet, we never felt so close...we never felt so "inseparable". My longing to be with her seems to grow day after day after day. 


I don't really want to think that our pains bonded us. We just felt so connected...found ourselves so comfortable. No facades, no inhibitions, no nonsense. It's just us and our time together and our quest for happiness, for independence, for love (...well, sort of!). Every conversation is a joy, every moment is a pinch in my heart. Although I'm a hopeless romantic myself, it never occurs to me that I can be so open...so uninhibited when I'm with her (...though I'm totally smitten by her smiles and pouts! *sigh*).


As I went home and crash my bunk after a day's toil, I know that there's a message. I don't know how but I feel I'll see one...and somehow, I rarely miss. I don't want to go beyond what I see and feel but sometimes I sure wish we can go beyond what we have. But not quite. I don't think so. For a couple of being who shares a lot of things in common and appreciates each other's time and presence, I guess it's already a blessing that she was there and she caught me when I was falling so hard for somebody else but that somebody was never there.


Again today, I'm starting my day in six hour's time. By then, she's up and half way through her toxic day, too. Later this afternoon I'll hurry home looking forward to see her. Again, I'll be looking forward to another two hours of smiles, giggles, sighs and wishful thinkings. Across five thousand miles. So long as brother Time gives us the chance, I will remain smiling and thankful that I have her.


When she bid me goodbye again and log off,  I will be left with my laptop, with a sweet and seemingly plastered grin, a sigh, and her face on my mind.


And for sure, I'll be looking forward for the next day.


“You’ll never know when you’re about to meet someone really important. It’s not that life gives you a warning; you just look up and there they are.” — Ted Mosby


  

Friday, May 14, 2010

"Wounded LOVE"

Tonight I shed a tear.
      Because i no longer feel you near...
                though you said you'll stay.
      Because I no longer feel you see me...
               though I'm where you want me to be.
Maybe I'm just numb...
      With the pain...
      With the fact...
      With the feeling.
               The pain that you can never be mine.
               The fact that past can never be re-lived.
               The feeling that was but can never be.

I always believed in LOVE.
I always had faith in its power.
     But I feel drained right now.
            Drained of all its strength...
                  emptied of all its hope...
                          stripped of its life.

Maybe because I gave it my all...
            poured out my heart...
            used up my time.

Maybe.

But I always believed in LOVE...
      I always believed in second chances...
      I always believed in happy endings...
                                 in YOU...
                                      in ME...
                                           in US.

Life does not end with a tear.
For always there's another moment.
      always there's another hour.
      always there's another day.

Tonight I shed a tear.
But pain daunts me not.
So long as time is my friend...
      So long as my heart beats your name...
           I will remain.

I will remain, my love.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

"Do You Believe In Love (?)"

I composed this song three years ago and it means a lot to me. I know it's a li'l far-fetched but isn't that what LOVE usually do to all of us?? We can imagine the unimaginable, we can do the impossible and we can live a life of fiction in the real world. *Sigh* Well that's LOVE...all you really need to do is BELIEVE...and the rest, leave it all to Ms. Destiny. :) I hope you'll like it...




Do you believe in love...
Do you believe that love can last forever (?)
Do you believe in dreams...
That dreams can go beyond your deep slumber (?)


That a balloon can go through fire
That I can touch the sky 
With your hand in my hand.


Do you believe in time...
That time alone can speak about You and Me.
Do you believe in miracles...
That miracles are real to those who believe in love.


And that no one can really tell
Why you and I shouldn't fell
When we both believe we can come true.


LOVE can take us there
LOVE can take us anywhere if we believe
We believe...
LOVE can break the spell that man has cast
Not even time can tell if we should keep the feeling
As long as you believe in us
(And) We believe in LOVE.


Do you believe in love...
Do you believe that love can last forever (?)
Do you believe in miracles...
That miracles are real to those who believe in love.


And that no one can really tell
Why you and I shouldn't fell
When we both believe we can come true.
 
LOVE can take us there
LOVE can take us anywhere if we believe
We believe...
LOVE can break the spell that man has cast
Not even time can tell if we should keep the feeling
As long as we believe in us
(And) We believe in LOVE.



"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way that this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."  - Pablo Neruda