"On the first day, it was just a vast space of emptiness, Filled with air of hopelessness, aroma of frustration and the warm breeze of desperation..."
"I was awaken by a blinding light that cuts through the comforting darkness that envelopes me.On this second day it was apparent that the inevitable has come..."
"On the third day, I roam the luscious ground of what used to be a vast and barren land. Beyond horizon I can see the promise of tomorrow. And as I turn back from the darkness of yesterday, I noticed above the work of a painter, transforming the blank canvass to varying hue of indigo and blue..."
"On the fourth day, I can finally say, "Alas, I’m no longer alone!" In my short subsistence, I realized that being free-spirited doesn’t mean walking alone. I can be as independent as I want yet have someone beside me to anchor me to the very essence of my existence..."
"After five days of roaming, I noticed that creatures, great and small, can rest in each others’ warmth. They are all in different shapes and size yet are alike. For if you look beyond what you can see, you will notice that there’s a thin thread of light that connects all of us. For we are all like a fabric in different designs and colors, created from a single thread, woven with precision by our Weaver"
"Whenever there's a crossroad in our lives,we are given a chance to look back at the past and glimpse to the future.For whatever actions we've done before reflect what we can and will do in the future."
"And as I end another journey and before I start anew, I'm reminded by what the mathematical quadrant taught me. That all the negatives are at the leftside of the quadrant,because they were meant to be 'Left' behind. While all the positives are at the rightside,because it is only 'Right' to carry these things as we move forward."
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Likha Niron © May 21 - 27, 2010
Initially posted on my Shout Out in Facebook profile from May 21 to May 27, 2010.
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Part II: Realization
Another long, eerie silence. Something that worries me a lot. But I’m so exhausted, I started to don’t care. I still don’t know if I can or will even survive. I am just waiting for this to end, I know it will, soon. I was starting to accept my situation when I heard something again. But unlike before, the sound was soothing, calming. It was so relaxing that my tensed body started to loosen up. I felt like floating from air, cradled by soft clouds providing a cozy and warm feeling. The sound gave me the strength to hang on, to keep on believing. As the sound continue to calm my agitation, I slowly regain the strength that I have exhausted for quite some time. I don’t know what it was nor where it came from but suprisingly, for the very first time, I feel SAFE.
Undoubtedly calming. I never heard such a very soothing sound. There are varying pitch, a peaceful tone arrange in a pattern that seem to be related to one another. I can still hear some garbled but it was soft and seem to follow a certain pattern also. I wonder who are making those sounds and why. “Does the sound mean something? Is it the answer to my frantic scream a while ago? How am I suppose to respond?” A lot of question still linger regarding the source and the purpose of that sound. Yet, I don’t feel scared and not even a hint of anxiety. I may not understand what it meant but the sound seem to keep me secure. Something that I long for quite some time now; to feel safe, secure and finally at PEACE.
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Likha Niron © October 8, 2007
Repost and edited. Initially posted on my friendster blog last October 8, 2007 under "At the end of the Tunnel (Part 2)" title.
Likha Niron © October 8, 2007
Repost and edited. Initially posted on my friendster blog last October 8, 2007 under "At the end of the Tunnel (Part 2)" title.
Part I: Awakening
Dark, Wet and Eerie. In the midst of unknown, I tremble. I've been screaming for long hours hoping that someone will hear me, but my attempt was futile. I tried to move my limbs, struggling to get out in this mysterious encasement. Again, I failed. "Am I Dead? Am I buried alive?" The thought scares me. "Why me? Why now? How about my dreams, my ambition, my . . . " As tears start touching my cheeks, I suddenly realized that I can’t remember anything. My dreams, my ambition, my past… I can’t even remember how I got where I am now. No matter how hard I tried, I can’t. I just can’t. The last thing I remember was when I was screaming on the top of my lungs. And before that, NOTHING.
A Dream. This is just a dream. That explains everything. Does it? I’ve been in this place for long hours now. "Can I just be dreaming?" But I can feel that my naked body is dampen by an unknown liquid. "If I’m not dreaming, then what? Am I a guinea pig of a neurotic mad scientist? Have I been abducted?" Thoughts came running through my head. Endless possibilities of what might have happened. Raped, Kidnapped by alien, buried alive or a even victim of some sick practical joke. I can’t fathom what is happening nor why it should happen to me. "Have I done something wrong, something despicable to deserve what I’m experiencing now? What have I done . . . WHAT?!?"
My long silence was disturbed by the sudden movements around me. An invisible force making my surroundings to have a ripple-like movement. Something seems to be so familiar yet I can’t remember it. Suddenly, I heard something, like a murmur or a very garbled sound. I can’t understand what it was. That adds to my anxiety which makes me so agitated. With my remaining strength, I gave my strongest kick, hoping it will go away. But I was wrong. It seems that my action encourages more garbled sounds coming from different directions. My agitation turns into phobia, a fear of something I can’t even understand. And that makes it scarier, more traumatic. I was struggling, kicking in all direction, screaming and crying at the same time like there was no tomorrow. I’m already losing hope, FAST.
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Likha Niron © October 8, 2007
Repost and edited. Initially posted on my friendster blog last October 8, 2007 under "At the end of the Tunnel (Part 1)" title.
Likha Niron © October 8, 2007
Repost and edited. Initially posted on my friendster blog last October 8, 2007 under "At the end of the Tunnel (Part 1)" title.
Often times, we take things for granted.
It seems that quantity weighs more than the essence.
I never thought how small things affect our lives,
how simple things are blessing in disguise
From waking in the morning until I rest my eyes
everything becomes a blessing from the sky.
A sweet smile from a stranger, a pat from a friend,
isn't that a reason to be thankful enough?
isn't that a reason to be thankful enough?
A sigh of relief from someone I helped
is a reason for me to regain my strength.
In spite how hard and tiring my day was
I'm always be thankful for what i have.
A pair of shoes and a clothing to match
not to forget a place that i can call my home.
A porkchop on my plate and a water on my glass
how can someone be not thankful for that.
And to top it all the things that I have
I received the greatest gift that anyone would like to have.
The book about someone who sacrifice his own life
because of his undying love to all of us.
I'm thankful that I was given a chance
to once again meet him and be forgiven.
It gives me much faith to hope for tomorrow
and ill be thankful because of Him, my God, my Saviour.
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Likha Niron © July 1, 2000 I was alone,
disgusted in the world I live in.
But you came along,
showing me a new horizon, new hope.
I was in the Dark,
lost amidst the forest of anxiety and fear.
but you stayed with me,
guiding me to escape my dungeon where evil lurks.
I was in pain,
carrying the burden of doubts, jealousy and envy.
But you comforted me,
helping me revitalize my exhausted strength.
I was afraid,
hidding from reality, living in the world of fantasies and dreams.
But you helped me leave the oyster of imagination,
aiding me to realize my dream.
I was confuse,
lost, no Faith, fed-up by the fallacies of my belief.
But you were there,
leading me back to Him!
I was introvert,
hidding myself from the rest of the world.
But you persisted,
knowing the real me in spite of everything.
I was moody, ill-mannered,
abhors anything that came into my way.
But you insisted,
understanding me all throughout.
I changed!
I changed cause you gave me a different perspective of my life
Giving me confidence, strength and understanding,
that I can never find with someone else.
But still, you were there,
smiling at me, giving me a mystical stare.
Telling me with a humble look
that you did it because we're best friends
and will always be.
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Likha Niron © July 9, 1997
i miss the lips, i love to kiss...
i miss the hugs the makes me calm...
i miss the you, i love the most..
i miss the times when you look at me...
stealing glances that makes my heart giggle..
i miss the moments we always share,
cuddling, hugging and enjoying each other's warm embrace...
i miss them all.. as much as i miss you...
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Likha Niron © October 2008
Dear Plagiarism:
I woke up one day with a strong urge to write.
Write not only about my dreams but my thoughts and my ideals.
A timid person like me dread to say what’s on my mind, what more in writing.
I falter a couple times, but that didn’t discourage me.
With all my fears set aside, I started scribbling.
I wrote my dreams, my ideals, my thoughts with no apprehension.
and then one day, I stop.
I stop not because there are no ideas to be written nor dreams to be told.
But because you stole my thoughts.
hatefully yours,
Originality
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Likha Niron © February 2009
Repost and edited. Initially posted on my friendster blog last February 12, 2009 under "Stolen Thoughts" title.
Dear Blog,
Je suis désolé. I hope you wont take it against me for not writing you for quite some time. Err, okay, I’m sorry for not writing for the past days weeks?, OKAY MONTHS. I did write once. Anyway, I’m really contemplating of creating one helluva, kickass blog site. Something that is worth reading, worth adding to favorites or bookmark, something worthy for a news paper article, something worthy of an entire episode of Oprah. Tough one, eh? Well, I guess I have to say bye-bye to Procrastination and say hello to, err, Consistency? The point is I want to unload all of my random thoughts, evil plans, secret fantasy and hodgepodge of angst , rants and rage from my brain. Or else I have to buy an external brain to contain all of that. Also, I’ve been hearing that the voices in my head are planning to sue me. They’re claiming my random thoughts are now occupying the space they use to have. tsk tsk tsk.
Sad, eh? Anyway, i guess we’ll be seeing each other more often. *fingers’ crossed, toes’ crossed* I just hope the Procrastination found a new friend somewhere else and never hang out with me again. Or else, this will be another one-post-wonder, if there is such a thing. Well, that’s all for now, my friend. I’ll be writing you more often.
a renewed blogger
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Likha Niron © August 2006
Repost and edited. Initially posted on my friendster blog last August 15, 2006 under "Letters" title.
Repost and edited. Initially posted on my friendster blog last August 15, 2006 under "Letters" title.
Dear Procrastination,
Have been thinking of creating a blog for God knows how long already. It's only now that I manage to create one. Have so many things in mind that if I don’t let it out, I may end up in a Mental Institution. Frankly, I’m still having doubts if I can post this message or if I won’t delete it soon. You know, having so many creative ideas, thought-provoking opinions, and witty comments are not enough to have a blog. Of course, who would want to post their thoughts in lousy, unmaintained blogsite?
Haay, as I have assumed, it took me years to publish this post. The irony is this was supposed to be a "quickpost.” No funky graphics, no witty remarks, no thought-provoking philosophies, just plain and simple comments posted on the very same day it was created. But no, you won’t allow me to do that. Why, oh Procrastination, why? Why won’t you spare me? A year or so is enough. Just let me live my life without you. That’s all I’m asking.
Bidding you goodbye,
Ex-procrastinator
P.S. First paragraph was created on January 6, 2006, while the second was created today, January 9, 2006.
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Likha Niron © January 2006
Repost and edited. Initially posted on my friendster blog last January 9, 2006 under "Just Post It" title.
Haay, as I have assumed, it took me years to publish this post. The irony is this was supposed to be a "quickpost.” No funky graphics, no witty remarks, no thought-provoking philosophies, just plain and simple comments posted on the very same day it was created. But no, you won’t allow me to do that. Why, oh Procrastination, why? Why won’t you spare me? A year or so is enough. Just let me live my life without you. That’s all I’m asking.
Bidding you goodbye,
Ex-procrastinator
P.S. First paragraph was created on January 6, 2006, while the second was created today, January 9, 2006.
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Likha Niron © January 2006
Repost and edited. Initially posted on my friendster blog last January 9, 2006 under "Just Post It" title.
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