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Mama

Biyachessa — Sun, 04 Oct 2009 09:23:36 +0000

Family Picture taken in Baguio

I wrote this poem for my mother who I don’t really always see eye to eye with. I’m kind of really the outdoorsy type and she hates it when I go out even though I’m already 19. I love her to bits, I do but we constantly fight – sometimes so much that I don’t even know why we fight. My mother lives in Papua New Guinea with my Dad and I kind of grew up without them so they don’t know me that well.

We couldn’t really send a gift, so we did this at Jolibee on Mother’s Day and we sent the pics to her.

Taken as a Mother's Day present for my Mother

She and I fought beyond all odds
She had thoughts and I had doubts
I loved her to bits but I never showed such
She took me wrongly and said I was too much.

She cried and bade me goodbye
She said I’d hurt her and I didn’t know why
She told me I’d changed
And was becoming deranged.

It hurt me to know she couldn’t trust me enough
I was lost and lonely, not all that tough
But I went on, regretting not a lot
She grew angry and thought I should not.

She said so many hurtful things
Protested with all my doings
She put me down most of the time
And even took all that was mine.

Yet in the end, I was at a loss
Losing her would be too much of a cost
I love her and I always will
Some things will always be still.

She may have been wrong, she may have been right
And I could have fought with all my might
Beyond that, she’ll still be my mother
No matter what, she’ll always be forever.

Mother's Day

If my mother every reads this: I love you so much. =)

Lucifer

Biyachessa — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 17:06:24 +0000

In light of the return of my favorite series, here’s a poem for Supernatural’s new character… the devil himself.

Lucifer

: Mark Pellegrino as Lucifer

I stare at you from across the room
Your thick, dark eyebrows and long lashes
Guarding gorgeous, gleaming, green eyes
Smiling despite all the dark and danger lies

I stare at your sweet boyish smile
The soft-look, rock-styled hair
And your bad boy image attracting many
Choosing to ignore those who envy

Your every move, such grace and superiority
Your every word with confidence
You’re an epitome of greatness
They say you’re the epitome of a mess

You’re the angel of all demons
And the devil of all angels
I wonder when you’ll finally see
That you’re more than you really could be

One mistake and they banish you
No forgiveness and no justice for the fallen
Rise up, the fallen angel and give them what’s right
Rise again and let them see your might

Obviously, this is from the point of view of another demon, probably someone obsessed with Lucifer. I’m guessing Lilith. But she’s dead. Or Ruby. But she’s dead too. Never mind.

I love Supernatural. Watch every Thursdays for a look at the HOT men on it.

: Castiel, The Rebel Angel

Supernatural

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Tale of a Tarantula

Biyachessa — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 15:32:00 +0000

Chomping away on a teeny tiny insect
Rosemary was gaining much respect
People always loved to watch her
For entertainment she was such a wonder.

Rosemary watched those big eyes stare
Wishing she had a match with her glare
Quickly snatching up another cricket
She hated being put up in the market.

What could she do though?
This crew all helped her grow
Still, she knew she was up for grabs
Knowing this will end her in the labs.

She was a tarantula, what could she do?
Smaller in size, smaller than the crew
Since friendly Pinky passed away
Rosemary knew she was in to stay.

You cruel people, she angrily screamed
They heard nothing, they even beamed
Even if she could scream even louder
She knew they would never understand her.

One night, Rosemary had a hopeful vision
She tried to escape from this deadly prison
Her plan to escape had failed to succeed
They punished her by not giving a daily feed.

Rosemary suffered hunger all day
This was punishment in their selfish way
Consequences she chose to meet with pride
Slowly, she let her anger subside.

Poor Rosemary stuck in a terrarium
Waiting, knowingly for her possible doom
She slowly moved to a corner of her space
She lay down tiredly, resigning from her race.

brennabustamante

A New Light

Biyachessa — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 15:31:00 +0000

As I watch the news on the television
I see the results of everyone’s mission
Crime spreads throughout the country
Peace and truth remain a mystery.

Corruption is a worldwide problem
Innocent people we choose to condemn
Beyond, I see a ray of hopeful light
Shining throughout the dark of the night.

Swaying within the cruelty in life
I try to smile, even though in strife
Though it’s hard, I strive to stand
The light helps, it seems so bland.

Over the horizon is a rising sun
True to its mission, it brings out the fun
The hope that within forever lingers
Waiting still, to be reached by fingers.

No matter how hard life proves to be
Blind to the paths we choose to see
Still, I know, there’s hope for me
A shining, new light shines for free.

brennabustamante

Christmas

Biyachessa — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 15:26:00 +0000

A new season has come along
Time to repent and do no wrong
Bells will ring for Christ is coming
We must be ready for a new beginning.

The angel of love would visit again
To renew the love and comfort all pain
Peace and joy would come next
They’ll bless us they don’t come on text.

Christmas spirit is in the town
It has come to take every frown
Be joyful, every moment is treasured
For love is free and not measured.

Christmas is a time of love and giving
It is a time of peace, joy and sharing
It has the warm feeling, not of a fireplace
But of a hug of one who loves and cares.

Christmas is especially blessed
Not for wars and not for rest
A time for expressing the love and care
In a family who’ve made love so rare.

Then God’s angels will sing
All church bells will ring
It will announce the birth
‘Tis time to give Christ his mirth

brennabustamante