That You May KNow ~ Angelita E. Tenorio

Listen to what my heart says, forgiveness is not a question, I NEVER hated you.


I gave my all to love you... even if embracing you meant I will be bruised and cut to my very heart, still I embraced you, with hopes that if you see me bleeding you will lay down your armour of thorns and nails.... but, you didn't. In fact even your eyes, they've become so sharp, that in everytime you look at me … you cut me so deep, it penetrated to the very dephts of my soul.

I wanted to risk it all, even if embracing you means enduring pain at its essence and bleeding to death... but, lately it felt like pain has died in me. Pain seemed to have vanished into the oblivion of my soul... am I dead? have I died already?

In the absence of pain, I didn't notice I have stopped embracing you. In the absence of pain, I didn't notice I have removed my arms around you. In the absence of pain, I didn't notice I have stepped away from you...

In the absence of pain, I thought I have died already... I thought I have died already, instinctively I removed my arms around you and stepped away... I stepped away, fearing death will embrace you as well...

you have bruised me, and cut me to the very depths of my soul and... I died. but even in death, I gave my all to love you. I removed my hands around you and stepped away so death will not be able to get hold of you.

so please let go...

behold me no longer with your sharp eyes... as you have let me die, please let me dwell in my death peacefully.

COLD by Angel Tenorio

cold...


I look around,
and no one's there...

I yell out loud,
but no one hears...


cold...


i smile,
but no one to smile to...

i reach out,
but no hands to hold...


cold...


in this world of darkness,
in this world of loneliness,
where no one smiles back,
and no hands to hold,
one can only be nothing but...


COLD.

Bleeding by Angelita Tenorio

BLEEDING

"It's still wet,

don't touch yet...

beautiful isn't it?"

"why there's red,

there at the side of the tree,

and the water surrounding it?"

Smiling, she looked at him,

"I don't know. I am just a painter,

and I just painted your tree."

He looked at her.

Puzzled, he asked,

"is the tree bleeding? but trees don't have blood,

do they?"

"Why are you asking me?

It's your tree,

I'm just a painter..."

"You really are weird Legna," Joe said.

Smiling he examined the painting once again.

"So, I am the man standing beside the bleeding tree. And that,

bleeding tree is mine... Hmmm doesn't make sense."

"Yes, it doesn't make sense indeed, 

it doesn't make sense"

Smiling,

she looked at the work of her hands,

 standing beside Joe. 

This is a poem for my first painting, Bleeding - oil on canvass.

Sad Truth (Angel Tenorio)

how could I do this...

staring at you,

yet I look through you.

How could I do this,

you imprison me in your arms,

while I dream of being free.

How could I do this...

I lay beside you,

But my thoughts are of the lofty heights.

You'll hate me,

I know...

But what can I do.

Yes you have me,

but not my heart,

not my soul....

Forgive Me... (Angel Tenorio)

Forgive me,

I am not being selfish.

I am just being true...

There had never been a bridge

from the very start,

so I never had crossed

to your shore,

i never was by your side.

I pray, stop pretending,

and forgive me...

I am not being selfish,

we just need to be true.

Tatay

this poem is for my beloved Tatay.... I miss you so much....

i love you...

open your eyes to me,
listen...
i miss you...

whenever I hold your hands,
do you feel me...
do you know that it is I, your Angel...
or do you know me still?

i'm scared... scared so much,
scared you don't remember me anymore,
scared you don't know me anymore...

Tatay.... I love you.
do you hear me?
listen.... 
stand up...
and give me that hug,
All my life, the one hug
I so longed to have...
Tatay...

MUTE by Angel Tenorio

I can speak...

but I can't understand,

why can't you seem to hear me?

I speak your language,

but why?

the words I say,

seemed always strange to you...

mute...

I am not mute...

But even them,

they can be understood.

But why me?

I am not mute,

but to you, it seems

that I don't say a thing,

It seems that I cannot say a thing...

ME by Angel Tenorio

it's not you...

it's not that I can't forgive you.

it's just that

I do not hate you,

much more, blame you.

it's me...

I sort of hate myself,

and i can't seem to forgive me,

and all the blame is on me,

this couldn't have happened

if in the first place,

i have been true to myself

ME by Angel Tenorio

it's not you...

it's not that I can't forgive you.

it's just that

I do not hate you,

much more, blame you.

it's me...

I sort of hate myself,

and i can't seem to forgive me,

and all the blame is on me,

this couldn't have happened

if in the first place,

i have been true to myself

Is It? (Angel Tenorio)

is it selfishness

to be true,

to myself,

and especially you?

is it weakness,

to stop pretending,

and just be true?

is it wrong,

to walk in the truth,

to live in truth?

you tell me,

i know not what i am doing,

i know not what i am saying.

yes, 

you're right...

i don't know,

i have stopped knowing,

since i started pretending.

since we started living pretensions...

REASON by Angel Tenorio

Why?

Its all they ask…

Even you,

Why?

We need to breathe.

We need to grow.

I,

to fly and find my heart,

To learn to see the beauty of my horizon,

To learn to forgive my soul,

To learn and know peace.

You,

To see the truth and light behind the lies

That darken your horizon,

To prove that people is worth respecting and trusting,

To see that souls who are marred with bruises and scars,

stained dark by the blood that bled out from them,

Can also be beautiful and pure…

The string has to be cut…

The soul has to be let go,

that the heart maybe found,

and love may grow

Rescue ~ Angelita Tenorio

RESCUE

Hands tied…bounded feet,

Can’t move,

Can’t walk,

Can’t do anything…

Helpless,

Yes.

That’s what I am,

Helpless.

I am at the crossroads,

Can’t decide which way to take,

Scared,

I am scared I might choose the wrong way.

I can’t move,

I can’t walk on,

I can’t decide,

Don’t know which to choose…

Helpless…

Yes.

I am helpless,

I am just so helpless.

I need You.

Oh Lord, I need You.

I can’t be free on my own,

I can’t do this on my own.

Break these chains loose,

Render me able to move,

Open my eyes and my heart,

Let me see which way to take...

Lord… I am helpless.

And only you could rescue me,

For you are strong and able

For you know everything, about me, of me, and this life.

Lord, rescue me.

I can’t and can never do this on my own.

Rescue me.

Oh, my able, my strong, my great and faithful God.

2010 ~ Leon Quiaoit

Ang pagluha ba'y isang kahinaan

O siyang kulang sa pusong naririmlan

Kapag nag-iisay walang ngingitian

At doo'y kakausapin ang puso't isipan

Ano ba ang gagawin ng pusong sugatan

Saan ba tutungo isipang lumulutang

Pinanghihinaan ma't

Sigla ay naparam

At wala sa tabi

Ang lakas na katuwang

Pipiliting hanapin

Ang landas ng dahilan 

Susuunigi't tatawirin

Matarik na akyatin

Bibigyan ng dahilan

pagbango't paghakbang

Breathe... Just Breathe ~ Angel Tenorio

breathe.... just breathe,

however great the pressure,

breathe, just breathe...

no problem is ever so great,

that the Lord can't deal with,

so breathe, just breathe...

shun the loneliness away,

you have every reason to be happy,

breathe, just breathe....

close your eyes be still,

breathe, just breathe,

God is always near....

Beautiful Illusion ~ Angel Tenorio

I am screaming at the top of my lungs...

Listen, can you hear?

tears sre streaming down my face,

look, can you see?

my heart, 

i'm crushed to a million pieces,

and every piece screaming your name,

Listen, can you hear?

imprisoned within the walls of hopelessness,

try as much as I can,

i cannot reach you,

beautiful illusion...

and so i lay hear,

heart wasted,

drowning in my tears,

screaming you name...

Listen, can you hear?

Look, can you see?

Teach Me ~ Angelita Tenorio

teach me the language you understand,

that i may know how to reach your heart....

Listen, do you hear my longings?

do you hear my yearnings?

the desolation of sitting here right in fron of you,

of not being able to let you know,

the words of my being,

the thoughts of my soul and heart,

please teach me,

the language you understand...

Language ~ Angel Tenorio

what language does your heart speak?

that you may understand

the longings of my heart,

the yearnings of my soul....

tell me my dear,

the language of your heart,

that when I say I care,

you'll understand...

tell me,

what langauge that you speak,

that when I say i love you

,your heart will know,

that I am talking about you...

tell me...

I have to know....

Why my Dear ~ Angelita Tenorio

why do i spend time with you?

why?

despite of the probability that you will not appreciate the things that i do, let alone understand...

why would i spend Friday sleepless nights,

and other days too,

just to be with you?

why would i bare my all to you?

why would i share my life with you?

why would i give a part of me to you?

can't you see...

my heart, can't you hear?

it is because i care for you....

it is because i love you...

i don't ask that you be grateful,

neither that you appreciate the things i do,

i just want you to be better,

i just want you grow...

Nosebleed is the perspiration of the heart ~ Johara Bayabao

"Nosebleed is the perspiration of the heart.” says Minorin.

I think she's right, when your nose bleed, it means that your heart is tired. But what makes your heart tired?

Tired of loving? maybe yes, when it grow to be tired of loving someone who don't love you back as how you love them or loving someone who don't see your worth.

Now I know why my nose bleeds a few days ago. It is tired, tired of loving, tired of hoping, and tired of waiting.

It is  tired of loving someone who doesn’t love me as how I love him, tired of hoping that someday he'll see my worth and tired of waiting for someone who will love me as who I am.

How will I stop this bleeding? If this will prolong...my heart might become numb. And when I become numb, I’m afraid that my heart will never love again. My heart needs break, so I think I’ll just take a rest to stop this dampness of my heart. When I took a rest, it doesn’t exactly means that I’ll stop loving; instead I’ll love those person who loves me.

Tora Dora by Johara Bayabao

Everyone has something that they haven't seen before in this world.

It's something very kind and sweet.

If they saw it, everyone would probably want it.

That is why the world hid the thing.

So people cannot easily obtain it.

One day, someone will find it.

Only that one person will obtain it