I Begin Anew

I'm coming up for air from this pool of resentment,
Resigning myself from an upset past.
Slicing away these remnants of pettiness,
I'm peeling away the dead skin of the past year.
I begin anew,
Not with a clean slate,
But with a repertoire of lessons learned.
I begin anew,
Not completely different,
But not totally the same.
I begin anew.



© Jadie Nimenzo, 2013. All rights reserved.

Flashback Friday: Love Me

Poetry, September 2005 — I'm thinking of renaming this series to Shameful Fridays, at least where my poetry is concerned. As predicted, it's another pathetic and sad poem from my teenage days. I really cannot stress the fact that I was going through some, err... issues back then and I've since learned my lesson. Expect 'unrequited love' to be the theme with this one. Are my dear and few readers even surprised?

Love Me

Show me how you really want me to be
And not just some lost fantasy
Know for me for what I do and show
And not for what pleasures I bestow

Treat me like a human
Like I am your only one
Look into my eyes and see the longing
And hear my heart calling

Realize we’re meant to be
That we are not just passion and bodies
Realize that we are one
Or so help me God I’ll come undone

There is more to us than what we have
And we’ve made it this far through the good and bad
Let’s make memories of love and care
I’ll love you forever if I dare

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Flashback Friday: The Window

Poetry, September 2005 — Another sad poem. <sarcasm>Surprise, surprise.</sarcasm> The inspiration for this was a photo I took back in highschool as you can see after the poem. She was looking out the window (hence the title) and my mind started turning at the thought of a woman desperately waiting for her lover. Seriously, I don't really know how I came up with this things. I guess it was my state of mind back then. But I digress. On with my sad poetry!

The Window
I look out upon my window
Hoping to see you in the horizon
But alas I see nothing
Neither form nor shadow

Day by day I wait here
The same old place
The everlasting emptiness
I wait until hope turns to fear

I sit by my window
Wondering when you'll come back
I'm running out of faith
But still I wait fro tomorrow

Now I realize that it's too late
The past is the past
So I'll do the right thing and say goodbye
I'll close my window and give into fate

Jessamine Guevarra, 2006, 3rd HS Sec. Newton,  DLA.

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Flashback Friday: The Last Time

Poetry, 2005 — I am seriously risking ridicule for all my 2005 poetry. I honestly cannot remember any though process from when I wrote these poems. I was young and was ridiculously inclined to write about my teenage heartbreak. This was me at fifteen emulating a "strong independent woman who will not stand to be hurt any-moh" *snaps fingers in Z-formation.*

The Last Time

You’ve taken from me long enough

I’ve never felt this way before
I don’t know if this gives you laughs
But you can’t hurt me anymore

This is the last time I’ll listen to you
And from now own I’ll now what to do
For now I’ve learned what it’s like
To be hurt and hurt endlessly

I may not make sense
I may be confused
But one thing’s for sure
This is the last time I’ll be hurt by you

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Flashback Friday: A Broken Heart's Thoughts

Poetry, 2005 — The cheesiest and most emo Flashback Friday yet. I'm actually quiet embarrased to post this. 2005, man. It was pungent with teenage angst. Don't judge me, please. I was young and I needed to express myself. 

A Broken Heart's Thoughts

Love has gone away again

And you know your heart would never mend

You built up a wall around yourself

And swore never to be stuck in another love fest

You walk the world with no heart

Keeping yourself and love apart

You speak of no love and no care

But you know you’d love again if you dare

You’ve learned once how hurtful it could be

To love and love regretfully

But if all you’d get is a broken heart

Then you’d rather be alone than play the part

Flashback Friday: A Smile from Me

Poetry, August 2005 — I wrote this when I was fifteen and was the first post I made on my very first blog. I've been writing way before this poem, but this particular piece marked my foray into the world of blogging; I thought it would be apropos to begin with this for the first Flashback Friday post. 

Reading this again honestly makes me cringe because, first, I think it's quite cheesy, and second, it made me realize how emotional I was back in high school. But for the sake of— well, I don't really know yet. I'll have to get back to you on that. Basically, I'm just letting this loose on the internet once again; with a bit of embarrassment, mind you.

A Smile From Me
 
You asked me if she liked you
If she liked you the way you do her
You say you’re so in love in her
But all you got was a smile from me

You give her gifts and roses
You shower he with endearments and praises
You asked me if you were doing the right thing
But all you got was a smile from me

You’re together now
As happy as the two of you can be
You asked me if I was happy for you
But all you got was a smile from me

Seeing her with you tears my soul apart
It breaks my heart
I wish I could be the one with you
But all I’m going to give
And all you are going to get is
A smile from me

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