incomplete... :P

I have many dreams, aspirations.
So when I'm feeling discouraged
I think of family, my inspirations,
and I begin to feel encouraged.

I know not what my future will hold,
but I'm sure it will all work out
because as my life starts to unfold
I realize what life's all about.

I see now that I've been ungrateful
towards the many sacrifices made.

and I have never taken the time
to say thank you for





For Mom, Tita Liza, Tita Cathy.

Ice Sculpture. 1st Place!

I try not to cry for
it's how I was raised.
so I hold it all in...
as if I was never fazed.

Nothing in life comes easily.
Life can't be put on hold.
And all I want to do is breath,
but my lungs, my heart is cold.

They've shaped me how they wanted
and they say it was out of love,
but I always feel so empty inside.
Is ice what my heart's made of?

For this is no trait inherited.
This feeling so cold in my heart...
Maybe I'm just an ice sculpture,
their cold and hollow work of art.

One day I am going to melt
or perhaps I may even shatter.
I just know someday I will break,
so what does it even matter?

My Life.

I live a great life for I love life.

To me it's simply a stage;
a journey that I must overcome;
being trapped in a wide open cage.
A life I shouldn't have to outrun.

My life is one to embrace;
full of fears that I must face,
but why must I face them alone?
For fear in the mind
is a kingdom to be overthrown.

By Mara Jhozel Almanzor
Written 5/28/10, 4th Period

whaaat? incomplete

What happens when you try looking forward

but all you see is your past?

You keep running from what you left behind,

but it's impossible when its right there in front of you.

You reach out but its cold

you try to look at the bigger picture

but there are cracks... in this mirror

All you see in front of you are the things you left behind

you see a broken face in a broken mirror

almost impossible to put together

if you [let it crash and shatter]

then it'll hurt just picking up the pieces

so turn around and face your problems

to preserve what really matters.

L--- at first sight...?

Your eyes on me.

Hand on my knee.

My heart flutters...

my mouth stutters.

I am afraid to speak.

I have reached the peak.

It is your heart I seek.

unfinished

i loved you
but i didn't know it
at the right time

now its too late
and i don't care
but maybe its fate
and if it is
its just not fair

because i need you
i have to have you
i just can't live without you

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Somedays
I embrace the sun...
I tolerate the rain..
hoping some light
will shine through this pain
but on days it snows
i stay home...
i stay in bed...
nobody knows
trying to find some warmth
and fend of the cold
a man tries to explain this weather...

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Think too much
or think not enough
either way
it makes life tough

you should
think then act
but when you act
it's hard
to forget the fact

maybe i'm overthinking

i wish they'd stop
drinking.

Heroism.

An ordinary man can be a hero
for a hero is just a man.
A man of many strengths;
readily willing to take a stand.

This is a man who does right
and expects nothing in return.
Over a matter of time he has to learn
heroism is a thing to be earned.

Heroism isn’t something to be sought after.
Its part of the character you make of yourself.
It’s a number of choices and decisions you make
that concern more than just the man himself.