Cars

I am really not fond of cars,
yes they're very fast,
but i just don't get why men,
loves it so so much.

I see their excitement,
the thrill in their eyes,
their enthusiasm as they speak,
the passion, the dream, the longing.

I can't see in any way,
how i could love cars,
as much as men does...
Its just impossible.


But then...


What if my future prince,
would love cars so much,
so much to the point that,
he wants to talk about it, with me?

How can i relate, if i don't like it at all,
how can i listen if i find it boring,
how can i appreciate it when i see it as metal,
how can i support what he likes?

I don't like it.
but not liking it, is a choice..
wait...
Hey! Then i can choose to like it!

Now i can clearly see,
I may not like it now,
for i have no reason to like it at all,
not even a tiny bit.

But someday, if my prince,
would love it so much,
i think its the most reasonable reason,
to like cars as well.

I would choose to like cars,
coz i love my prince so much,
that i would love what he loves as well,
To see the car not as a mere metal no more.

This is the beauty of loving someone,
I get to love something i ignored before,
For love indeed is a choice,
and choices doesn't depend on feelings.

Now i may not appreciate cars,
but when my prince comes and loves it,
i would surely learn how to love it,
as i learned how to love him...:)

Beauty

Right now i feel something different.
Something way far from the truth,
Something i feel once in awhile,
that really ruins who I am for this time.

Believe it or not, i feel this way.
It's as if it's a part of who I am,
that it was in my genes and blood,
and that, It's what i have as a woman.

I feel like I'm the ugliest person in the world,
Even if i I believe in the truth that I am not.
It's this little acnes popping out of my face,
that causes me to be depressed in some way.

It's also about my weight, my figure,
clothes that fit before, is not fitting no more,
It's as if people are staring at me,
when really they're not.

It's about this personality of mine,
How rotten i feel deep inside,
this imperfection of mine that kills me slowly,
When in reality its actually building me up.

It's about this new hairstyle,
that makes people angry why i changed it,
that creates little weird rumors,
when in reality they're interested.

It's about this fashion i have,
that makes people think I'm too different,
and that I am taking the spotlight!
When in reality they don't even care what i wear.

It's about this words of mine,
that when i open my mouth,
it'll only hurt a lot of people,
when in reality a lot needs to hear my voice.

In the end, it's just all about the perspective!
Okay so i have acne, i'm chubby, i'm weird.
but hey, it's called insecurity and its part of life!
It's a part of who i am as a woman.

I know everyday, women face insecurity.
It's a tough emotion we have to face,
Everyday is a challenge to think positive,
Despite the imperfection of who we are.

So men please give grace to us,
When we rant, we just want to let it out,
We don't always need answers
Sometimes listening is enough.

But i do really know for sure,
what really matters is what's inside.
but i think as women, we want to be beautiful,
we were made that way.

So if we spend long hours in the bathroom,
or go to the gym almost everyday,
or place make up for almost an hour,
or even stay up late just to find the right attire,

Don't take it in as VANITY,
it's just a part of womanhood.
it's what we are made for,
to be and to stay beautiful...:)

Wondering why?
Ask God, read Genesis,
Think why God created a woman,
and why is she the last one made..:)

Let me give you a hint,
When an artist paints,
usually the last thing he does,
is the finishing touches to make it all perfect.

Problems

Problems here and there,

Everyday interfering with my life,

A routine i never got to get used with,

Something i never expect but always comes.

Problems are hated by everyone,

It's the thing that turns our smiles upside down,

It's the thing that crushes our hearts into pieces,

It's the thing that causes so much tears.

Problems ruin my perfect day.

Problems bombards me with mixed emotions,

It pushes my brain to its limits,

It shakes my identity for a moment.

This is how problems are always seen.

It's the thing that ruins almost everything good.

It's this thing that pours out too many tears...

and ruins so many good relationships.

But then... are problems really that bad?

Are problems created just to make us suffer?

To make us drown in our endless tears?

Does problems kill us slowly?

..

No, it does not.

Problems is actually the very thing,

That keeps us going on with our lives.

It's the fuel that keeps us moving on.

It's a great gift from God,

that is always misunderstood.

and I am guilty myself.

Problems are challenges.

Challenges makes my life exciting,

it's the thing that keeps me active,

and not slacking on my daily routes.

Challenges are made by problems.

So now i could see,

that problems are opportunities,

to become a better and wiser person,

to become strong and independent.

But most of all, problems is a tool,

To keep me coming back to God.

Surely problems is not a curse,

but a gift if seen in the right perspective.

Holiness

Holiness.

This word is usually misunderstood,

Holiness is a term that scares people away,

its a term misjudged in many ways,

that surely turns people's back away from it.

What does holiness truly mean?

People say its about wearing the right clothes,

Long skirt, long sleeves, neat hair...

Is that what you think as well?

Some even say holiness is like a white canvas,

someone who is sinless, kind, and pure.

Someone who does no wrong,

But is there such person that could ever exist?

Oh please, don't give me the pastors' kids.

They might be even worst than you think,

Too much expectations, too much white,

that brings them to the wrong side.

If this is such perspective towards holiness,

then no one can ever know our real God.

Our God who gives so much love and grace.

For God can only be with us in complete holiness.

Holiness cannot be gained through works,

For it is a gift freely given away,

To those who receive it completely,

With no second thoughts.

Holiness is not about the things we do,

Not about the things we wear nor eat.

It's not about the material things or good deeds,

Holiness can never be about such shallow things.

For Holiness can only be explained in one single way,

It's not even a sentence nor a phrase,

Don't make something simple, too complicated.

Holiness is Jesus Christ.

He Died just for you and me,

the perfect sacrifice, sinless and pure,

He died to restore our relationship with God,

He died to give us life and holiness.

Now, it's your choice if you'll receive Him.

He's gave himself to you freely,

He made a way for you to be Holy,

Won't you accept this perfect gift today?

Don't wait for tomorrow, or later.

It's just a simple prayer to utter.

He's been waiting for you for long,

and He's not giving up on you, whatever you do.

Purity's Laws

Purity in a woman's Eyes.

P. stands for perseverance.

Purity is only attained,

When the will doesn't give up.

it is something hard to contain,

but this is the key to keepin pact.

U. stands for understanding.

We must completely understand,

that purity is a special gift.

It shouldn't be given to a stranger,

but given to a special prince.

R. stands for respect.

To respect oneself, is to respect others.

respecting our bodies and our values,

means respecting our Creator,

Who sees us a priceless jewel in a priceless crown.

I. stands for Intimacy.

Being intimate with the Holy God,

cleanses our thoughts from lust,

fills our heart with love,

and gives us worth like no other can.

T. stands for Trust.

Trusting God of our future prince,

can give us assurance that we will never miss.

Let God be the author of your love story,

and It'll be more than you could ever think.

Y. stands for YES!

A personal commitment,

is needed to fight such difficult task,

Now is the time for you to say YES!

To keepin it pure till the wedding day comes.

Define Silence.

Silence, music of the soul, unheard by the world.

<3

I appreciate it, but no.

A poem for someone who confessed to me lately...>_<

A friend i met in a short while,

Confessions of feelings you let go.

I appreciate it much, i really do.

but I'm sorry I don't feel the same way.

Everything went just so fast,

I enjoyed the blooming of our friendship;

But because of such a thing you did,

the blooming somewhat came to a pause.

You're a great man, inspired me deep inside,

You're passion for music is just so grand.

Please focus on the talent God has given you,

For surely i know God will use you mightily.

Please, from the bottom of my heart,

set your eyes on the path God has given you,

A destiny only you can finish,

A responsibility meant to be handled.

Let's just be friends for now,

Friends without any expectations,

Pure and holy in the eyes of God,

that He may bless our friendship greatly.

Right now studying I am in love with,

Being single is what i yearn as of now,

No commitments, no disturbances,

My eyes and heart is looking straight into God's plan.

At times, I admit, I long for a companion,

but its those times into which I choose,

Choose to focus on becoming a better woman,

For the prince that is unknown to me for now.

Please, I pray, do the same,

Be the best man you can be,

for the future princess you want to attain.

I know you can do it, believe it so.

For now, I may look like the princess you long,

but know me first for we will never know.

Feelings are fast to develop,

but wisdom is a must to be learned.

Think, pray about it,

you might be making a wrong choice,

choose beyond your feelings,

Learn and open you heart.

You're a great man i admit,

but you can become the best.

Hold unto God's hands first,

let me go and you'll see what i mean.