Here's to the writers—

You have the power to paint words
Into beautiful art—
To be able to touch a soul—
To touch one's heart

You can make the stormy sky blue—
Stop the waves from crashing to the shore
You can make all the withered flowers bloom—
Turn winter into summer, a glimpse of gold

You can make someone's dark day colorful—
Gather hope to put in between your words
Make them feel that they are understood—
That they aren't alone in this cruel world

You can mend someone's broken heart—
Put love in between your lines
Let them know that they are enough—
That being hurt is just a part of life

Yes—
We can make a whole new perspective—
We can create a world of our own
And no, we don't speak only for ourselves—
But also for all the lost souls

—Thalia Bautista; Just keep writing

Mummy Pink Handkerchief your Tears did soak
Since Weeping Photos soothe her Memory
A Child's own Program nurse her Arms long besought
And Soul's own Moments found Solace on Bounty
How can we Forgive this Black-Hooded Veil
Whose Scythe robbed your Smiles as weary as his Face?
Yet Honest Purpose met by Facts would Prevail
That Beings on this Sphere Lasts as it Fades
Worthy then, must we Cringe the Heart to Bleed
When such Space left for your Mum's Smile constrict
And Merry her - Deeply - Immortal she is
Her New Body housed on your own Soul permit.
Though Beloved my Mentor, Smile please Afford
Her Spirit in yours; At Work your Laughter Re-Born.

"What is your greatest fear?" a teacher asked me.

"Darkness," I answered, and almost everyone in the classroom laughed.

"Why are you even afraid of the dark? You're not a kid anymore," one girl said aloud and the teacher told everyone to keep quiet.

I sit as my greatest fear is slowly trying to eat me.

It's not the kind of darkness they think it is. It isn't the darkness that consumes the light that I'm afraid of; it's the one that's in my mind. And they wouldn't know.

I'm afraid whenever that pitch black of nothingness is trying to get in my being. That darkness that makes everything go upside down.

And why should I be afraid?

I'm scared that slowly, by time, I'm getting comfortable with it. I'm afraid that one day, seeing light wouldn't be an option anymore. I'm afraid that one day, darkness will completely consume me.

But it doesn't matter anyway. You already gave your laugh.

---Thalia Bautista; darkness

I like to beautify things. When I write my notes, I'd always put colors in them. I'd always trace the letters to make them look like calligraphy.

I like to beautify things. When I see unorganized thoughts on my notebook, I'd weave them together and sprinkle some new ideas and turn them into poetry.

I like to beautify things. If someone feels bad about something, I'd tell them the things that are beautiful about them. I'd tell them that they are enough. I'd make them smile, until they laugh, because that is beautiful.

I like to beautify things. Even though he makes me sad at night, I'd still look at his pictures and somehow, they make me feel okay. I like to beautify sadness. I find ways to distract the demons. I grasp his photograph and stare at it until I fall asleep.

I like to beautify things — things, people, feelings, emotions. I don't like seeing anyone feel less beautiful. I don't want seeing something less beautiful. Maybe it's because I lack beauty, and seeing others being beautiful somehow fills the gap.

I like to beautify everything — everything but myself.

—Thalia Bautista; Why am I not beautiful?

"Why do we keep on waiting for things that we know are not going to happen?"

"Because we're helpless. We tend to hope, regardless of all the contradictions. We wait because we want it so bad—so bad that we are willing to jump into nothingness than to believe it's non-existent. We choose to take an endless ride than to believe it's all over. We choose to walk on a tight rope not knowing how to balance, than to walk on plain ground but not taking risks.

We keep on waiting for them to love us—when their love for us does not even exist."

—Thalia Bautista

American Black Women;                                                           ­       And there
are women, women. women,                                                           ­     women,
women, women,                                                           ­   Americans can watch
the news.                                                            ­ Even the great Dutch variety.
blood tests of the German woman
German ally Cold War born woman
standing Latin America to change
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Tsu BE. When the termination is sent.
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looking for a wedding scene 2, Bolae;
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This photo of the bride locked in the wet.
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of waiting. On the letter to the tuxedo.                                              However,
the socks to the patio and the state subsidies.
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PO city in city, from one city to another,
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The population of the city, the ocean, the city of the city               The city 0,
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First smiles published (In 1827, 1833 and 1845),             to Christian Baptist.
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it was announced;                                                       ­           First, the 'what' ...
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women women women
Americans can watch the news.
Even the great Dutch variety.
blood test of a german woman
German ally born in the cold war
Latin America changes yearbook
The poet of public peace, Tsu B.E.
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socks, Chelsea failed. City: ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
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Germany is the color of peace.
American women looked like women
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to help Igor Stravinsky, Igor
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Einstein and his angels.                                           Paradise Always in Japan.
Georgia Barbie concept online
Reduced rental cars and children;
This is a photo of the bride in the wet.
While we read in the house,                                                  Tom has a feeling
of expectation.                                                     ­ About the letter in a tuxedo.
However, socks in the courtyard
and government subsidies.                                                     From city to city,
from city to city and from your ear.                                               A mountain
where she was stupid enough.                                                    The mountain,
from the beginning of her drinking,
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City, town, cities Tame,
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To the Christian Baptist. San Diego, 1828,                          Tom was a family.
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Therefore, to enter, it began.
I wanted to be a friend of the victims;
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Markus Tulyane from 1838 to 1837.
Parent education method.                                        Fifty-six exchange games.
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the same scene. In 1838, it was announced;                             First, “what” ...

If I were to love again,
there will be no more
sugarcoated words
only plain
and straight-to-the-point
conversations.
If I were to love again,
there will be no more
texting you every minute.
Instead,
I'll just hit you up
whenever I feel like it.
If I were to love again,
there will be no more
begging for your time
because I'll make sure
that this time
you're gonna
beg for mine.
If I were to love again,
there will be no more
cute dates
instead,
I'd leave your invite
on read
and for nothing,
I'd let you wait.
If I were to love again,
there will be no more
selfless thoughts
I won't care about you
if you don't care enough.
If I were to love again,
there will be no more
late night talks
I'd sleep just right before
you could even try to start.
If I was to love again
I won't make it
identical as how
I have loved before
because
If I were to love again —  
Oh,
I don't think I ever will.

Not
   like
      this.

—Thalia Bautista; I don't want to love like this

Mirror mirror on the wall
When will I be as fair as them all?
When will these eyes glimmer like stars?
When will this skin be as smooth?
When will this lips be as cherry-like?
When will this hair not be electrified?
When will these hands be worth holding?
When will this touch feel like the breeze in the morning?
When will I be, mirror on the wall?
When will I be as fair as them all?
When will this face I see
Reflecting in the mirror back at me
Be who she really desires—
To be a girl with a face pleasing to the eyes;
Someone who's irreplaceable, and one of a kind
When will she not get left behind?

So all I ask, mirror on the wall
When will she be as fair as them all?

Will you make me as fair as them all?

Words by Thalia Bautista

When the words just spilled
When the ink just turned into letters
That's when you know a part of you
Has just been put onto paper

When the pen comes to life
When your hands fall out of control
That's when you know your feelings
Are being put onto paper

When your emotions need release
When no one's there for you
That's when you know your sorrows
Are being put onto paper

And what comes from those lines
Are the things you've been hiding inside
And those papers, they take hold
Of the stories you hide

---Thalia Joy Bautista; Papers

Cada cinta de fuego
que, en busca del Amor,
arrojo y vibra en rosas lamentables,
me da a luz el sepelio de una víspera.
Yo no sé si el redoble en que lo busco,
será jadear de roca,
o perenne nacer de corazón.
Hay tendida hacia el fondo de los seres,
un eje ultranervioso, honda plomada.
La hebra del destino!
Amor desviará tal ley de vida,
hacia la voz del Hombre;
y nos dará la libertad suprema
en transubstanciación azul, virtuosa,
contra lo ciego y lo fatal. .
Que en cada cifra lata, .
recluso en albas frágiles,
el Jesús aún mejor de otra gran Yema!
Y después. .. La otra línea...
Un Bautista que aguaita, aguaita, aguaita...
Y, cabalgando en intangible curva,
un pie bañado en púrpura.

If the time is not right and I die – just be brave,

Read this to ease the brokenness inside, Love!

Let the tears run from thy eyes down to the ground of my grave.

I’ll accept it as condolence for my body underneath - for my spirit above.

My vitriolic tone shall not surprise thee.

I wrote this to whoever has cared.

Grief can be expressed, but not forever – I am now free.

Thereby in hearts - will leave scars and on time - will leave fear, instead.

If time concurs, I now have to die to wake up my legacy.

This is the inevitable sorrow that we can’t run into, but face.

No one can heal, but at least try to find some remedy.

Send love, above is farewell, and in the earth is your warmest embrace.

The life of ours won’t end in death,

It is in living without love and leaving without legacy at our last breath.

- Aubergine Cher Bautista

Chapter v
Brisehal abhors the Desert

For the desolate Dasht-e-Lut. After Brisehal bellowed being from the deserted sites of contemplation he was emerging from his great mountain of empty desert. The ghosts abounded wandering alone as if wanting to take hold of the last sparks of politics that they had left to surrender from their own lost solitude. Brisehal was a canine-headed mountain similar to Anubis, but millions of times larger and more acidic, like the hope of some parishioners to enter the garden-kingdom of Heaven!. Before the day trembled with the movement of his trembling footsteps, Brisehal spent two years moving day and night. When it roared, smaller mountainous areas were liquidated with the greatest effect of their spinning forces. They were immense thunderclaps that even scrubbed up to the spheroid clouds reddened by their rising. He turned from left to right as if wanting to exile the Desert of Lut, like casing his pro generation by bundles of optical rope or high-density fiber, which could cohabit with Vernarth in his odyssey of the Horcondising (Vernarth lineage paradise to Gaugamela) .

Before beginning the chant of his ultra-low thunder of Trumpets and armor of courage without break.  Any protocol is dissipated to inaugurate in the stands of the Iranian war-educational Sky and aesthetic drama, the analogous city in the extreme north in Irna; Located in the Talesh Mountains, just 50 km from Rasht, there is a small paradise surrounded by beauty: the city of Masal. It is with the force of his traction that he drags thousands of prayers and litanies in chains through the underground near Las Acacias where unscathed heroes have died embracing them, as the cold snowy cloak of Horcondising usually supplies, to those who dream that he will redeem the ignorance of not knowing how to be reborn next to the fallen and raised trunks, scattered and destroyed by the predatory shrew of yesteryear.

In genealogical peduncle rows of the Mandragora extension they marked the ship without an unbroken ****** sea, those who blow through their burdensome ear line up before encircling them with their smiles to swallow napkins of Hawthorn and Acacia early: (essences that their nose always vomited, to later recover them)
This is how his ancestors appear accompanying him to preserve his adventures and adventures:

"Amada y Amador, Arturo and Adelina, Bernardino and Baldomero, Cándida and Cesarina, Delfina and Dolores, Esperanza and Eulalia, Francisco and Felo, Gumercindo and Gilberto, Hilarión and Hugo, Isabel and Julio, Joaquina and Juan Bautista, Lastenia and Luidiana, Lidia and Melania, Mariano and Miguel, Nicolasa and Natalia, Pascuala and Pastora and Rosa, Agapito and Ascanio, Getulio and Leocadio, Tancredo and Tranquilino, Zacarías and Zenón ”. All his ancestors settled in the Horcondising Castle to observe his cereal sandwich that he gladly took to his mouth, and movia and arms and elbows clearing the lily vines and ivies of the
Below the branches,  Joshua de Piedra and Bernardolipo. The horns sounded in symmetrical filial genetics under the same hollow empty mausoleum.

Brisehal, confused by not getting along with Vernarth, decides to walk and approach him. Its size was millions of times larger in proportion to its little finger. Try walking on confused sides, broken geographical areas and undulating corridors of the Redemptive Pass of the Christ of Lisbon, or going straight or through the center, leaning to the left.  Until she finally looks at him and manages to retain her figure surrounded by several golden rings. He was on his back and in his ventral decubitus, creating love affairs even on the mid-morning dew grass. He managed to see him in his parapsychological regression, to support his hypnosis in the still unexplored states of his Consciousness as a toddler through the Fields of Macedonia and at night through the fields of Sudpichi, on the banks of the Horcondising neighing a glass full of Chupilca for not being less.

Brisehal was in the worst halite of the super distillate saying:
Heal me even if I am not. Heal me even if my head fails to receive you, nor my heart can reconcile you, heal me even though my longings can continue with you rolling around the world with my whole body in the midst of subversive political currents and social doctrines, rumbling falling all the divisions that separate us , even the outer walls of the farthest reaches of our separate and to be separated stocks. I will go with you until the end of this long journey, I will take your feet when they hesitate to continue and I will move your frozen head from the stocks and tricks to catch those you leave with glasses full, even with the Chacolí, who makes us go in circles through places without garment or bait through the desert where the thirtieth final Oasis awaits us ”after leaving it lying with the ivy roots of the Rio Bumodos, and by all the points of its body open to discontinue with this regression, it meets the twentieth oasis.

Twentieth Oasis next to Tel Gómel:
In the well-known art of the Afro-Asian belt of the Persian zones, of deserts that extend by hydrographic basins, it transports us to its second regression along the Bumodos River. Here with roots of 60 lures will be shed by 60 centimeters from your oasis soil. Here Vernarth will remain encapsulated from his roots of lush attire from years to years entering his veins.
Diplomacy is unleashed in Ecbatana, close to the encyclopedic collision, the shelves throb, distorting the story lines more than a paragraph inflamed by their own saffron sheets of tradition written in fornited papyrus. It has also been mentioned in the Bible by its Aramaic name Acmeta. According to Herodotus and The Biblical Oral Source.

At more than 15,000 kilometers in the Castle of Horcondising;  Her mother Luccica enters, taking the lace from her dress, to go up the northern balcony saying:
Luccica: What time can I see you, my beloved Vernarth, now that your life has been cut before the harvest. Black garlands progress along the edges of the swinging of the curtains of obscurantism…. !!
Then Luccica gets up. She goes to observe the walls of Adarve, to approach the guard and ask her if she had left the window half open. The guard moves away from the loophole and responds:
Guard: My lady, our prince Vernarth, left the Crusades for Tel Gomel. And I doubt that her absence has styled the hinges of the disheartened gate by the joy of feeling her voice proclaiming life where nothing has lived any species,  nor death where no one wants to inhabit it.

Bernardolipo, your spouse enters: do not doubt that you have well exercised the straps of the barbican interwoven with grates of poisoned ivy with the life of pagan serpents. But what else has to happen if our Vernarth forged the Rake with his burned hands, and still remains intact for anyone who tries to overcome it. Oh duel of Avernus without bosses to defend their Aras!

Guard replies:  It has been conceived through the corridors of arms, that your son is in TeL Gómel, on the magical sides of the Bumodos River. He is surrounded by people who love him. He rides stretched out on a white steed, with a white flame, with hooves of Fire…, Alikanto greater fever for elder fever in midnight of the witches who frighten the Mandragora.

The regression continues towards the region of Gaugamela, hearing with his breastplate on his sleep the distant tales of his parents in the Horcondising castle. He walks on the dry and discolored leaves, on the docile rods that hung over his veins, hydrating with magical liquids his body asleep in Bumodos and his accomplices. Every time he walked on this tube that was tubed through skies and beautiful places, he had to approach to inject the young elder wands with slopes of Bumodos concoctions, before eating and drinking delicious meals.Together with their diocesan comrades with wine.

This bacchanal episode has to do with a love story. Rather it mixes love, passion, madness and death.Or almost death. Persian legend tells that from the seeds that a bird dropped at the feet of King Djemchid (Yemshid), plants were born that bore abundant fruit, the fermented juice of which was drunk by the king's favorite. The woman fell asleep soundly under the relaxing effects of the drink, and when she woke up she felt healed and flushed, and also happy. Then the king named the wine Darou é Shah (daru eshjá), "the King's remedy." Almost with the second degree beer, he replied before Shamash Sumerio with his celestial oscillations, to approach the Philistines hand in hand to keep them intoxicated rather than healthy.Brightly and lights of the green candle in her tabernacle ... beyond the Sumeria table.

Vernarth says: Take out the table, take it out. I want to continue lying on the wild plasma floor of Bumodos. I need my odalisque Valekiria to bring ***** and elderberry to unleash the kidnapping of myself, for not wanting to be assisted nor for the greatest fear I have ever felt. This echoes in Horcondising in the ears of his mother who was in the battlement just a few minutes from sending her eagles.

Luccica says:With what number of molten bronze and burnished copper gag, I will polish your flabby regret for not being with us. Son I know that you will give your life in Gaugamela. I know that your strength is not mine or your father's. That Etrestles your brother will be in the biggest puffy nimbus clouds of the sacrosanct oracle. Pastoral flutes will take my basket to your store, loaded with goat cheese, grass bread with balsamic Palo Santo. "May the Nile Cobra not get dark your fiercely wounded Brisehal."
To be continued… / under edition

Rindióme al fin el batallar continuo
de la vida social; en la contienda,
envidiaba la dicha del beduino
que mora en libertad bajo su tienda.Hui del mundo a mi dolor extraño,
llevaba el corazón triste y enfermo,
y busqué, como Pablo el Ermitaño,
la inalterable soledad del yermo.Allí moro, allí canto, de la vista
del hombre huyendo, para el goce muerto,
y bien puedo decir como el Bautista:
¡Soy la voz del que clama en el desierto!

With these broken feet, I'll stand.
I'll wake my soul to life without gettin' fear of my dungeon inside.
I'll let go of my fear where the grievous suffering is in store.
& I'll let the world of truth be the one to deplore and abhor.

                                                         ­                - Aubergine Cher Bautista

Last September 22, 2015, the high school students and faculty gathered in the SJA Hall for the formal opening of the Catechetical Week. It is usually called “Catechetical Sunday” for it is celebrated annually on the Third Sunday of September, the 25th Sunday in Ordinary Time, but in St. Joseph’s Academy, they celebrate it for five days. This is the time people reflect on the mission given to them by Christ. It is when they remember that they are witnesses of the Gospel. This year, it held the theme “Safeguarding the Dignity of Every Human Person.”

In Ms. Bautista’s introduction, she reminded everyone of what baptism is about. The theme says that the people of God are created in His image and likeness. It tells that their baptism is not just a sacrament given to them because they deserve to be welcomed in the Christian community, but it is both a mission and a blessing given by Christ so that they could actively preach His Word and cherish a human life guided and protected by Him. This sacrament tells that you must endeavor the teachings of Jesus, that you must live for Christ and at least try to do good because you were initiated in His name.

Mr. Hidalgo then elaborated the message of the theme through his opening remarks. He explained every word starting from “safeguarding.” This word means “protection,” and is synonym to being vigilant. The next word is “dignity,” which the students said to be the rights and privacy of every person. Mr. Hidalgo also explained the message of the theme: “We are created in the image and likeness of God.” He enlisted the reasons why:
1. Our God is a loving God. A man is also capable of loving.
2. Our God is good. A man, by nature, is good.
3. Our God is a merciful God. A man has a forgiving capability.
4. Our God is Trinitarian. A man is a social being.
5. Our God is powerful and almighty. A man is a steward of God’s living Creation.

After Mr. Hidalgo’s explanation, he introduced a shadow play prepared by the students from 10th grade. It showed how the Lord commanded to the man and the woman, “Go and subdue the Earth.” They did, but it came with disobedience. This play also reminded everyone of the sins created by men in this present world. It showed the threats to human dignity like *** change, same *** marriage, child abuse, prostitution, child labor, human trafficking, graft and corruption, premarital ***, abortion, impurity of mind and heart, cheating, laziness and bad vices.
The program ended with the announcement of all the activities that will be done during the Catechetical Week, including poster-making, quiz bees and door decorations.

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