Angels by Robbie Williams

This song is about loving angels and believing in them. I think this song is just perfect for me! *giggles* I believe angels and I certainly love them. I wish more people believed in them. They'll never forsake you, you know. *smiling happily* By the way, I'm changing the SHEs to HE. What? I'm a girl after all. And my angel is a guy.

I sit and wait,

Does an angel contemplate my fate?

And do they know

The places where we go

When we're gray and old?

'Cause I've been told

That salvation lets their wings unfold.

So when I'm lying in my bed,

Thoughts running through my head

And I feel that love is dead

I'm loving angels instead.

And through it all he offers me protection,

A lot of love and affection,

Whether I'm right or wrong.

And down the waterfall,

Wherever it may take me

I know that life won't break me.

When I come to call he won't forsake me.

I'm loving angels instead.

When I'm feeling weak

And my pain walks down a one-way street,

I look above

And I know I'll always be blessed with love.

And as the feeling grows

He breathes flesh to my bones

And I feel that love is dead

I'm loving angels instead.

And through it all he offers me protection

A lot of love and affection

Whether I'm right or wrong.

And down the waterfall,

Wherever it may take me

I know that life won't break me.

When I come to call he won't forsake me.

I'm loving angels instead.

And through it all he offers me protection,

A lot of love and affection,

Whether I'm right or wrong.

And down the waterfall,

Wherever it may take me

I know that life won't break me.

When I come to call he won't forsake me.

I'M LOVING ANGELS INSTEAD.

Well, what can I say? I really am falling in love with angels.

Angels Are Real

Angels are always there,
This, to you, I swear.
For an angel has been guiding me,
Through my rough and endless journey.

He cares, oh, so much,
I never thought there was as such.
But now I know that there really is
A caring angel in a world like this.

He makes everything seem so benign
That I forget almost every sign
Of our world's very near end,
And His Son, to this world, God shall soon send.

All my trepidations disappear,
For I know that my angel is always near.
I never have doubts, I am never afraid,
Because even 'til now, he has, with me, stayed.

Angels, you know, are truly real
And this, for a fact, I know a very great deal.
See him for yourself if you still have doubts
Because I'm tired of hearing your whines and seeing your pouts!

Before this poem ends, I would like all of you to know
That I have learned to love this angel without a single woe.

Paint is FUN.

I call this "Le Coeur A Ses Raisons Que La Raison Ne Connait Point" which means The heart has reasons that reason knows nothing of.

I made this as an abstract. See the heart in the middle? The different colored lines are the reasons of the heart. The black background is reason itself.

Okay, so I did this out of my rage for emo's. I really don't like the fact that they'll hurt themselves with those blade of theirs just because they got their hearts broken. I mean, it's ridiculous. There are so many people out there. They should know better than to try to commit suicide! It's foppish, very foppish. If their hearts got broken, well, that means God didn't choose that person for them. God knows what he's doing. So trust Him.

I was inspired to do this because of David Archuleta's charity song entitled "Let's Talk About Love." It's such a wonderful song. You guys should listen to it.

This is entitled "Meadow". You see, I was looking outside our window and saw our very beautiful tree. That's why I made this. I love trees and nature. Oh, how I wish I could be more better with Paint. I know I'll improve... somehow.

Well, those have been my works so far. Hope you liked them.

Too Serious?

I never noticed it before, but now I do. I can't believe this. Most of my posts are waaaaaaay TOO SERIOUS. I'm not even that serious, right? Right?

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No? What?! I am serious? Well, sure, I look serious sometimes, but I don't think I'm too serious. But maybe I am! A lot of people have said that I looked and was serious. But... but... but... Nooooooooo!!! Let's see. I like to laugh. I'm not a good joker, though. I don't like teasing and insulting my friends, and I laugh when they insult me. See? I'm not too serious. I like to laugh. Don't tell me that that still makes me too serious. But you know, a friend once told me "The world would be terrible if everything was all fun and games. Sometimes, we just have to be serious to think straight." Well, I think he said that. (LOL)

Well, I guess YOU'd have to judge whether I'm too serious or not. Au revoir.

What are you staring at?!

Why do people stare at me? I mean, what is there to stare at? I know, I know. For other people, it's alright to stare and be stared at. But not for me, it sometimes freaks me out. Sure, the attention I'm getting is like the attention that popular people get, but still, it's freaky. I'm not even popular! Okay, so maybe I don't know that for sure. But again, it's freaky. People staring at you like they want to eat you or do something nasty to you, ugh.

My mom says the reason people stare at me is because I'm pretty. Yeah, okay, stare at the pretty-girl. Why can't they just look or glance? Why do they have to stare. To be honest, I'm not even THAT pretty. See for yourself.

See? Not pretty at all.

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Okay, you got me! Sheesh... Nobody would be dumb enough to see that that was really how I looked.

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No! I am not going to post a REAL picture of me here. It's embarrassing. Most people tell me "Oh, you're so cute" and "You're adorable". I wish they could say the same thing when they see my height. I'm tall for my age. Well, that's what most people say. But I guess you can only apply that here in the Philippines. Most people here are puny (no offense).

Back to the stares. Okay, so, I really, really get annoyed when people stare at me. I get conscious when I walk. But I guess I'd have to get over that, huh? Oh, well. Thanks for reading my nonsense. Adieu! (LOL)

Good Night, My Angel

I wrote this poem for a friend of mine before he slept. I call him "My angel" for reasons that would take a very long time to explain. Maybe I'll get a chance to tell you about him, but for now I'm just going to post the poem that I made for him.


Tonight, I wish for thee
To have dreams of happiness and repose.
And as thine eyes close for slumber,
May thee see the loved one in which thy heart chose.
So sleep now, my sweet angel,
For a dream awaits thee
That was meant for one so gentle.
And from these dreams thy eyes shall open,
When the sun rises at a time it has chosen.


Yeah, I know. It's not like me to post short compositions like this, but what the heck. I love my angel, but not in the very intimate way like the love I once felt for HeartKeeper. Who knows? Time changes everything. But for now, he's still a friend.

Dost Thou Love Me Still?

Dost thou love me still, my sweet?
For in thine eyes I have seen
The same regret that hath been haunting me.
How long hath it been
Since thy heart and mine have separated?
Thou sayest to me
That only a moon hath passed since that day.
But for me it seems like an eternity.

The days pass,
and I feel a somewhat emptiness inside of me
Without thy presence.
The thought of thee
Has encumbered the very moments of my life.
These thoughts have made my existence
An ever more sorrowful one.
The guilt of having to keep my love for thee a secret,
Or of having to conceal the truth of every kiss,
Has been troubling my dreams as I slept every night.

I saw thee once again earlier this morning.
I tried to hide the emotions I had
As I saw thee for another time
As the light that lit my way out of the dark abyss
From whence I have been kept.
And so I asked in a whimpering voice
as if addressing the wind,
"Dost thou love me still, my sweet?
Where art thou,
The one who has shown me how to love?"

Thou did not hear the words that I uttered,
But as thee caught a glimpse of me,
The expression in thy eyes changed into rage.
Why dost thou look upon me
As if I was an unwanted foe?

Dost thou love me still?
For I feel that I still love thee.

The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

by Robert Frost

Two Roads diverge in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that, the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I

Took the less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Life gives us so many decisions to make, and it gives us the right moments to make those decisions. We must be wise when choosing, for the ways we take will affect our lives.

One must not always choose the easier-looking path. How would you ever feel the joy or learn the lessons in making efforts if you would take the easy road? It is true that there are many hardships in life, but these hardships are laid in front of us to learn and, not only to gain intellect, but to gain wisdom as well. It is the difference between knowledge and experience that makes life so beautiful.

-Isabelle

"Consider the paths for your feet and take only ways that are firm"

Prov. 4:26

As I Sit Beside the Window...

It was a rainy day and I didn't have anything to do, so I sat beside our window. I enjoyed looking at the people with umbrellas. It made the street look colorful. So here's a poem I made. Pardon me if it's not one of those romantic poems. I made it for the children.


The sky looked livid with shades of faded gray
As the clouds shed tears on this gloomy day.
But though the sun shines not on this summer morning
People still go out, still hard-a-working.

I sit beside the window made from the wood of a willow
Looking at the raindrops fall.
Then my sight was caught by this old widow
With a broken umbrella and all.

Still more folks came passing by
With umbrellas of different sorts.
The designs were all colorful, but one was hard to explain.
There was even a 'brella that looked like a lion's mane.

My eyes were then turned to our very old tree,
Which has always been there for all eyes to see.
It looked brilliant compared to the things I saw below,
As I sit beside the window made from the wood of a willow.

No More Killing! No More WARS!

I stumbled upon a very disturbing article today on Yahoo! News. It was entitled "Could the U.S. Be Drawn into a New Korean War?". Every word, every sentence, every paragraph made me lose my breath. It felt as if my heart stopped beating for a moment as I was reading it.

Ever since I was a young girl, I've always wanted our world to be filled with peace and justice. Hearing about wars made me tremble not with fear but with sadness. I mean, what's the point of fighting anyway? All it does is kill, destroy, and kill even more.
Is one argument between two country leaders worth the lives of so many innocent civilians that weren't even aware that such an argument was taking place? Is personal ego worth the destruction of properties and homes that so many people have worked so hard for? I say NO! Wars are as senseless as the minds of the people who start them.

Back in the 20th century, so many people died because of these senseless wars. It was even named "A Century of War" because of the unending battles that took place. If people don't start opening their senses to what's really happening around them, many more innocent civilians will die.
We say we're so civilized compared to the people of the centuries that have long passed, but do civilized people kill? "We kill for a reason." That's what they say. But didn't God say "Thou Shall NOT Kill"? Even if they did have a reason, what would they gain because of their actions? NOTHING! Only the guilt that will forever haunt their souls.

These killings, these wars will never solve anything. They will just bring misery to everyone. If a war does end and the battle is won, one who served the army might have that feeling of joy because of their success. But in the years to come, they will realize that what they did was wrong and that their is no honor in killing one's fellow man.

Peace, justice, hope, faith, and love... those are what our world needs the most.