Grant Me

Lord, grant me a heart that is full of courage, unmoved by the dictates of the evil which tricks to be truth.

Grant me discernment, that I may be able to decipher the right and just.

Grant me humility, that I may listen before I speak.

Grant me understanding, that I may not be self-centered.

Grant me peace and tranquility, that I may meet every situation with calmness.

Grant me your love, that I may not want and not seek.

And grant me with your grace, that I may live the life You plan for me.

Amor Diminutivo

Drown me in the sound of your voice
Of your subtle mumbling
And wrap me in your arms of warmth and love.

Not the Usual Kind of Thing

Last Tuesday, we were required to submit a 'reflection paper' on the movie 500 Days of Summer. Our professor is, however, open to creative expression, so she was alright if we did a not-so-formal reflection paper. Heck, we could even draw if we wanted to. I was thinking of doing an essay - yeah, the usual thing - when the thought of writing a poem suddenly struck me the day before the submission. And so I did a poem on the dawn of Tuesday. I hope it turns out well in the eyes of my professor. 

Here it is. Don't judge me, okay? :D

When the Man Falls in Love

I once thought that only women can fall in love

That the heart that skips and melts

At the sight of the man

Is a feeling only a woman can have;

But when the man falls in love

His heart also skips and melts

Beating as if leaving his body

And his world stops.

I once thought that only women can get hurt

That the tears and the pain

And the sorrow of love

Are unfelt by men;

But when the man falls in love

His heart is as vulnerable as the woman

That even the slightest, single attempt

To break his heart

Can turn it into a thousand pieces.

I once thought that only women are unforgetful

That the memory of her love

Can be brought back

At the sight of a once shared abode;

But when the man falls in love

Drowning himself in liquor

Vodka, beer, whisky… whatever it is

Could not even erase her memory.

I once thought that only women can love

That only women can get hurt

That only women can get so reminiscing;

But the man

Because the woman is born from the man

They are tied together

That when the woman loves, hurts and remembers

The man also does

Because he, to, is a creature of love.