penchie-limbo
47/F/Philippines
When I am not working as a medical editor, I write poems and blog articles. Besides writing, I love running on and off road. The smell of coffee perks me up and I believe that having coffee with friends or family is like capturing happiness in a cup.
My pen runs dry and I run of words. How do I tell our story? Should I burst into a song and hum a melody? Or dance to the silent rhythm of my heart?
Browsing through the pages of our shared memories, my heart beats faster as our story unfolds and memories start to unravel that weigh heavily in my mind.
Oh tell me how do I say I get lost in your eyes? Or melt into your warm embrace? Or how your love puts me at ease when the world is raging around me?
Will the twinkle in my eyes, the lightness of my feet when I enter a room or the smile that I wear when I’m with you express the unspoken words engraved in the walls of my heart?
May everything I do and everything I am spells the love you have in me when words do not suffice.
©Penchie Limbo
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
Words were not required to convey the message held within.
The warmth of your touch when your hand held mine
Just easily melted my frozen heart.
The moment was so perfect, so magical
That felt like all the stars aligned for us
And the universe conspired in our favor,
Allowing two souls to meet in a chance encounter.
©Penchie Limbo
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
Thank you for breaking my heart,
splitting it open,
spilling its contents,
the emotions that I was trying to hide.
They’ve become words filling this page
written in ink of crimson blood.
©penchie limbo
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
If I would write a novel about you,
The one we talked about
That one day I would write.
It would be a story of story of love and inspiration,
Adventures and misadventures.
The kind of story that we have.
I’ll be careful not to add much drama
And write more funny stuff instead,
The ones that made us laugh until our tummy ached.
Thank God, I’m the author of our story.
I decide how it will end.
And I’ll make sure it’s a happy ending,
Unlike how it actually ended.
I’ll immortalize you in those pages
Words written in blood, sweat and tears.
You may be gone, but even then,
I’ll probably write about you for the rest of my life.
©Penchie Limbo
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 10:28 PM UTC
We had a spark that dazzled the two of us.
The spark that set me up in flames.
I struggled not to burn.
But the more I did, the more I burned,
Spreading like a wildfire within me,
Devouring everything within its path,
Incarcerating my hopes, my dreams,
My everything.
I feared the fire consuming me,
But I realized that it’s not.
Instead it’s purifying me
So I surrendered to its flames.
You see me burning down to ashes
And dying a thousand deaths.
But from these ashes I shall emerge
Clothed in nothing but my strength,
More beautiful than ever before.
Watch my resurrection…
I am Phoenix… rising.
©Penchie Limbo
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
I couldn’t scrub you off my memory,
Like a DNA embedded in my being,
A part of me that I cannot erase,
And to obliterate you would mean my utter ruin.
You were a breath of fresh air
In my messy, toxic world.
Without you feels like breathing air without oxygen,
I wouldn’t be able to survive.
Meeting you was not an act of fate but destiny,
Written in the stars long before we were born.
Our souls woven together with invisible threads by the hands of gods.
©Penchie Limbo
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 10:17 PM UTC
I am wondering what it would be like without you
To roam this earth alone.
Your memories give me the loveliest smile
That lit up my world like Christmas tree.
Though teardrops fall and promises fail
But thoughts of you like butterfly
Giving life a vibrant color
That brightens the garden of my soul.
© Penchie and Jan
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC
I am my Maker’s masterpiece,
My Maker’s pride and joy.
He made me as a present
For someone that He cares.
My owner unwrapped my package
Sealed with love and care,
And took me as his prized possession,
The object of his attention.
But the world is full of distractions
Enticing to the eyes.
Lured by the world’s attractions,
Pursued them all with passion.
Thrilled with his latest find,
In a dark and lonely corner,
My owner put me aside.
All alone and broken, I sat there with my pride.
For days and months I go unnoticed
Until dust had settled in.
Once I was a beauty, with carelessness and neglect,
Now shattered and in pieces.
One day may Maker came,
And saw me in the corner.
With full of love and pity,
He picked up all my pieces.
“What did you do with my masterpiece?” He asked.
“I told you to handle it with care!”
My owner just bowed in silence
Consumed with guilt and sorrow.
My master took me away
To put me back together.
With love and care and tenderness,
He glued me in with gold and silver.
Now I am whole again.
With scars of gold and silver,
My badge I wear with pride.
Once again I am His masterpiece,
Restored, whole, not broken.
He made me even stronger, more beautiful, more valuable than before.
I am my Maker’s masterpiece,
Valuable and priceless.
The one worthy to have me
Must have a heart to treasure me.
©Penchie Limbo
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
I’d like to run…
Away from the madding crowd
Where I feel trapped and alone
In a world full of people.
I’d like to escape, if only for a while,
From where I feel like a stranger
In a world that I used to belong,
That used to feel my home.
I’d like to go to a distant place
Where I could be alone,
Even for just a moment,
That even my thoughts could not find me.
I am a strong woman,
But I am exhausted.
I’m tired of fixing
Everything that is broken.
Giving everything to everyone
Until nothing is left for me.
I’m tired of giving love
But not getting love back in return.
I’m tired of being kind
To people who are ungrateful.
I am tired,
But I am not giving up.
I just need a place of respite
To heal my aching body,
Restore my soul,
Recharge my spirit.
Loving can be exhausting,
But loving is what keeps me going.
I’m going away from the madding crowd
To find myself from where I thought I’ve lost it.
©Penchie Limbo
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 10:47 PM UTC
My memory of you still lingers in my mind though it is starting to blur like old faded photographs, but in my heart you are etched like a tattoo.
Even though my memory fails, my heart still remembers, and it will never forget how you made me feel.
©Penchie Limbo
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC