Darling, it was a disaster. That unbearable, dearest secret has always been a disaster. The hazard when we try to escape. Hanging over and over afterward what we should have done instead of what we did. But for those short times we seemed to be alive. Misled, misused, lied to and exploited, condemned. Still, through… Continue reading A Possible Life
Author: Annabel
Just a woman who writes her heart out, unapologetically……
The Bravest Thing
It's terrifying to step out the bounds of our lives, To step away from those limits we once believed, from friends we cherished, but sometimes we must. Sometimes God has a different path for us, One that feels impossible, for we must leave so much behind. One that feels lonely, for no one sees the… Continue reading The Bravest Thing
I Believe In Me
Happiness..... Not in another place, but this place; Not for another hour, but this hour; Not in sweet heaven, but this bitter earth; Not desired by stars, but this weary heart. We have wasted so much life, worried about future, dwell on past, afraid of a true self, fear of the collective. We want love,… Continue reading I Believe In Me
Motherland, A Sorrow Home
Hijacked by Fate, she brought me there. I was sired and weaned in a Motherland, where I was not suppose to be, where a new identity was given, and where a wronged story began..... In a tropic world, ruled by year-round sultry summers and visited often by typhoon and storms, I knew the palm trees… Continue reading Motherland, A Sorrow Home
Bath In The Light
I know I can run, but I have nowhere to hide, for my shadow will always catch up behind, unless, I’m determined to bath in the light. . . . . . Read Next: The Grand Melody Read More: Two Eternities
The Grand Melody
Darling, tell me, what you tell me, Telling something all too sweet, Making music out of beauty, With a question hidden deep. Still I believe I know your meaning, There behind your pupils’ brightness, Love and truth are your heart’s lightness. In a world of dullness, blindness, One true look of human kindness, Where two… Continue reading The Grand Melody
Two Eternities
Seasons come, seasons go, All day long, I can hear that souls’ echo, Calling me home. But to where? My life had been a story of survival, All my years I kept my own counsel, I’ve tasted my tears, covered by nights’ heavy pillow. I’ve tested my fears, hidden behind dawns’ soft meadow. And if… Continue reading Two Eternities
The Fantasy World
Poetry is a fantasy world, but I am incapable of appreciating some complicated words, for I have neither patience nor intelligence, for the vague and fake. too aloof, I’d save myself the grief. All night long, I’d rather hear the sleepers toss Between the darkened window and the wall. The madman’s whimper and the lover’s… Continue reading The Fantasy World
What Do I Have?
What do I have? I asked myself...... Oh, I see, A name to utter, A birthday to remember, A profession to flatter, Some pains to suffer, Some memories to torture, Some rewards to pleasure, Some paths to stagger, Some talents to flower, Some strength to order. And, Some youth to squander, Some truth to decipher.… Continue reading What Do I Have?
To The Silenced
I have known the silence of the sky and of the sea, And the silence of a city when it pauses, the silence of a child and a maid, And the silence of the sick when their eyes roam about the rooms, And I asked: For the sake of depth, What’s the use of language… Continue reading To The Silenced
Empty Notebook
My notebook has remained blank for months My words have deserted its oath ever since thanks to the light showered around me, I have no use for my pen, which lies languorously without grief. Nothing is better than to live a storyless life that needs no writing for meaning— And when I am gone, let others… Continue reading Empty Notebook
A Love Consummation
The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love, and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed. — Jiddu Krishnamurti . Who has never eaten his bread with tears, Who has never, through night’s wretched hours, Lay on his bed and… Continue reading A Love Consummation
I’m Over Ms.Hope
As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe . To make a confession, I have no poems proper. I found words quite foolish. For I have learned to look on nature, Not as the hour of thoughtless youth, But hearing oftentimes, the still, sad music of… Continue reading I’m Over Ms.Hope
The Portrait of A Woman
She could be any woman at all, Somedays off-guard, all days on-guard. With her hands stroking or strangling and maybe with her intentions half-hidden. But she is as she is. Her gaze is always Distant away from its pupil, And what she's really after is you to love her. She reflects who she is. She could… Continue reading The Portrait of A Woman
A New Ambition
With all those false Ambitions, what had I done? Little with Passion, and least of all with Love; Yet they came unsought, and shocked my core. Made me all, but a fragile stranger in their world. Yet, this was not the end I did pursue, Certainly, I once beheld a nobler cause. But all is… Continue reading A New Ambition
Youth, Still?
Between wheat-field and corn, Between hedgerow and thorn, Between tundra and savannah, Where’s my lost youth? Tell it me, Good Madams! And now within itself the truth’s imprisoned As if it had never opened out: unknown Those blessed moments, when it shone As bright as the angelic galaxy lovingly shown And remorse, reproach, and irritation, frown… Continue reading Youth, Still?
The Modern Etiquette 