One Morning in...

Daddy woke me up very early in the morning for a couple of words before they’ll live manila to Pandan. This moment is always been irritating me. It is always been giving me a reason to let my tears fall down. How I really hate saying good bye to my mom and dad after some small arguments and endless advices. I know they care a lot but I can’t still control my emotions. Is it being defensive or pride? The reason why I always argue with them is to hide my heartaches of goodbyes. I want to think that it is better for them to go home so that nobody will give me some irritating words. But deep inside they never see the pain I feel every time they pack their things and ride the car. This is the other side of me that nobody knows.

Nobody knows how hurting and how bloody my heart is every time I argue and exchange some words. That’ maybe the worst thing of being me, of being SHINGLING.

MOM and DAD I love you so much....Thank you for everything..

My first time...

The first time I saw this world
I felt your happiness
Upon caressing me
Your pains and burdens faded away

The first time I saw this world
I felt your gentleness
In your hands, in your kisses
In your words and tender embraces

The first time I saw this world
I learned about love
From God divine from your bosom entwined
The love that makes me live

The first time I saw this world
I felt the security
Lighting candles for me,
sweating out for my safety
Just keeping me tread the light away

Now, that its not my first time to this world
Let me be the one to let you feel my happiness
Let me be the one to let you fell my gentleness
Let me be the one to le let you feel my love
Let me be the one to let you feel the security
For you my parents, my guide, my inspiration,
my light, my life.

"A poem i did as a thanksgiving to mom and dad and I presented this in my debut..."