leeanntongaan - Hello Poetry

“If you’re given a chance to have a power, what would it be, and why?” I often hear this. May it be for fun, or even a question asked to a candidate in a pageant. I am no beauty queen nor a prankster, but like anyone else, I would give my so cliché answer. If given the chance, I want that power to travel back in time – to revisit my childhood. Yes, I want to be a child again, even for just a week! Yep, being carefree, feeling no worries of what tomorrow will bring, you know, just living in spontaneity. Eating my chocolate-flavoured ice cream until my tooth aches and still be satisfied and crave for it. Running in the fields dancing with the flowers with the sound of the rushing wind, playing hide and seek until the sun gets down and you hear your mama shouting at the top of her lungs calling for your name. And going to bed with a smile plastered on my face for a day well spent. And in the next day, I don’t have to worry if I woke up late, for sure, grandma prepared a brunch for me. No worries of being late to run errands for what’s important is meeting with your neighbour friends to go for an adventure again – collecting meaningful bruises and beautiful scars. You see, I miss being a child. We were so eager to be an adult, with the thought that if you become one, you could have more freedom to do all the things you wish to do. But no, it’s the other way around. The moment you realized you’re an adult, the greater responsibility you need to carry. As we mature, so as the duty expected from us. Ohh. How I wish to go back in the ‘90s.

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Nov 24, 2017

Nov 24, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC

Bring Me Back to the '90s

“If you’re given a chance to have a power, what would it be, and why?” I often hear this. May it be for fun, or even a question asked to a candidate in a pageant. I am no beauty queen nor a prankster, but like anyone else, I would give my so cliché answer. If given the chance, I want that power to travel back in time – to revisit my childhood. Yes, I want to be a child again, even for just a week! Yep, being carefree, feeling no worries of what tomorrow will bring, you know, just living in spontaneity. Eating my chocolate-flavoured ice cream until my tooth aches and still be satisfied and crave for it. Running in the fields dancing with the flowers with the sound of the rushing wind, playing hide and seek until the sun gets down and you hear your mama shouting at the top of her lungs calling for your name. And going to bed with a smile plastered on my face for a day well spent. And in the next day, I don’t have to worry if I woke up late, for sure, grandma prepared a brunch for me. No worries of being late to run errands for what’s important is meeting with your neighbour friends to go for an adventure again – collecting meaningful bruises and beautiful scars. You see, I miss being a child. We were so eager to be an adult, with the thought that if you become one, you could have more freedom to do all the things you wish to do. But no, it’s the other way around. The moment you realized you’re an adult, the greater responsibility you need to carry. As we mature, so as the duty expected from us. Ohh. How I wish to go back in the ‘90s.

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Lying under such myriad of stars She rose and started pouring her heart out thru poetry She expresses her soul in a piece of paper While everyone in the world is sleeping, she is there Always been there, writing and wringing.

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Oct 26, 2017

Oct 26, 2017 at 6:49 PM UTC

What She Does at Night

Lying under such myriad of stars She rose and started pouring her heart out thru poetry She expresses her soul in a piece of paper While everyone in the world is sleeping, she is there Always been there, writing and wringing.

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Letters dancing on my head Words tickle my tongue Ideas resonates from my heart Passion stirs from my hand.

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Oct 25, 2017

Oct 25, 2017 at 12:48 AM UTC

the comeback

Letters dancing on my head Words tickle my tongue Ideas resonates from my heart Passion stirs from my hand.

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Never did REGRETS came first!

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Oct 29, 2014

Oct 29, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC

Regrets (Streger?)

Never did REGRETS came first!

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You are the calm at the center of my storm When the cold winds blow You're the fire that keeps me warm When this world gets me down I will rest inside Your arms You are the calm at the center of my storm

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Oct 19, 2014

Oct 19, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC

Calm At The Center of My Storm

You are the calm at the center of my storm When the cold winds blow You're the fire that keeps me warm When this world gets me down I will rest inside Your arms You are the calm at the center of my storm

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We are made unclean by the choices we make Not by the circumstances imposed upon us!

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Oct 16, 2014

Oct 16, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC

CHOICES vs CIRCUMSTANCES