Inside Manny's Minds

A Suitor's Appeal

2012-04-26T00:48:00.003-07:00

Late at night I remember youAs you occupy A piece of my heartAnd not just a pIece of my placid memory I pray every night for you to accept my love My devotion,my everlasting admiration But it's me that is wrong , I can't say the wordsToDay,my words mAy look silver or bronzeBut tomorrow I expect you adore it with golden heart sincerity Such a sweet rhythm to my ear;To hear you say my

My Black Valentine’s Day

2012-02-13T17:26:00.001-08:00

Day painted red Not by blood, but by love It's a God-given holiday A neurological day for the lonely Yes,such a drug and it's killing me Every day is Valentine’s Day If you're here right beside me Then ,I’ll be perpetual happy Not today as your love shriveled As the crescent moon swooned, I intensely Mourned Black is Valentine’s Day Lucid but placid, you left me already Sleeping on the

Just a Washed Memory

2012-01-06T00:29:00.000-08:00

Photo credits to hl4rbc Brown eyes can’t close reading the words you wrote. No time; your constant repeat Ignoring my pain and my name ,or all the same? Tried to smile and laugh at it, the letter you engrave. Though it hurts to realize, I tried to understand. You had thy memories erased in your mind. Memories will last, though days end One dies when people stop remembering them. Cruel

I’m Back and Alive!

2011-12-09T07:13:00.000-08:00

“Every day is a gift. Every day is another chance to make someone happy. Every day is another moment to inspire.” It has been three month since I started my cancer treatment, and I was lucky that God gave me more time on earth to stay. First and foremost, I want to thank God for the second chance and blessings. I am grateful to my family for providing me all the love and support during the time

Turning Over a New Leaf

2011-08-24T18:16:00.000-07:00

Welcome me, your new world. I’ve come now loving, far from being bold Marvelous are those moons, and suns, all in the galaxy But not as appealing as your kisses on me I’m enthralled by your existence Touching you is beyond my patience I who is a resemblance of ambiguity All I ask is to love me true, not too I want your love; is it free? Promise, I’ll turn this leaf anew A mere question or

Dying Each Day Without You

2011-07-14T01:01:00.000-07:00

-Poem by Manny I am hungry for your love, for your soulI still glimpse it ; my most precious memoryI am happy seeing it everydayWithout you , nothing gorgeous to reminisce Every day of my life I die. Because I know you are not coming back again. Each day, a battle of the eternal sadnessI fell on the groundWithout you, I’m powerless and WoundedA hopeless battle I must conquerImpossible as I

Part V:Letter from oblivion -An unforgettable memento

2011-06-09T20:14:00.000-07:00

Read the Part 4: Here “A shard memory of you is such a lovely memento left for me to rekindle .Your name just won't fade away in my aching heart; it hurts but I love it.” Eve of April 27, 2010 has seen its first moonlight. Vincent gathering few compounded pertinent papers,and books scattered on the floor. Browsing pages of rubbished chemistry book; he found a priceless trove .A

Islam Wedding Invitation Sample

2011-05-17T19:05:00.000-07:00

This is an Islam Wedding invitation sample for your own love story will have a happily ending. Cover page of the invitation: To our beloved Parents,We are grateful for your boundless love, support and caring you have given us. Thank you for never abandoning our sides in each struggle to make us a better person every day.We thank you for this wonderful existence. We will never falter living

Blessing from Above: Love Story with a Lesson

2011-04-28T18:53:00.000-07:00

Will you sacrifice yourself for love? Can love break social boundaries? Can you survive the challenge of life ? This is a love story by two lovers named Leonardo and Elsa who were worlds apart. Elsa belongs to a wealthy family from the Southern Philippines .She was one of the most eligible women in their place but belongs to a family with no intention being with poor people. While Leonardo is a

Love in the time of Pneumonia

2011-04-24T09:13:00.000-07:00

I spread my hands in the open air; feeling the damp weather on a Sunday morning .I smiled at the cerulean- tinted sky .When I look down, I sensed the morning mist escaping as the sun’s rays tarnish every piece of it; tumbling like tears from lover’s cry. ” It seems like a great day to die when your love one left you. Isn’t it?” I speak to myself. It was also the time when a storm of

My death wish -a message of goodbye

2011-04-06T03:19:00.000-07:00

““Everything that has a beginning has an end”-Agent Smith,Matrix.I smiled because I can really reflect with this quote.I don't know when will I die but I know it’s near.” The idea of dying is not yet on my mind ,maybe because I have a young mind. Nonetheless,I have lived a extraordinary life. Though,I have done a lot of stupid things ,crazy things, dozens of things I should have done but I

Part IV : The Speech Competition ,the Celebration and the Drunk Stalker

2011-03-09T22:03:00.000-08:00

Continued from...Part 3:The love letter in the last days of February “In every corner awaits a sorrowful heart waiting to be loved; waiting to be filled with dreams” And the squabble voices of the contestants and the applause of the crowd overcast the piteous memory of Vincent .A commotion due to a sudden stop woke up his thoughts while riding a “Jeepney“ towards home. He firmly

Part 3:The love letter in the last days of February

2011-02-25T01:37:00.000-08:00

Continued....from Part 2 :Becoming an Obsession-Confession of an Educated Stalker and Lover Then I saw the Phoenix in me in the last days of the hearts. From the last beat of my dying heart to the ashes of my self doubt, finally I found my way back into the world to love you back and to offer my endless devotion. “ The agonizing night has passed under the fading stars. I looked at myself

Part 2 :Becoming an Obsession-Confession of an Educated Stalker and Lover

2011-02-18T01:30:00.000-08:00

Amidst the typhoon , a seed of hope sprung in high tides. Is it a sin to rekindled the past and hold on to it? ? If yes,then I would be guilty. I’m just being me;fighting my love over sanity. You have become my ultimate obsession;my reason for breathing every moment and waking up in the morning and everyday. Love ,more than regrets is what I feel for Beth .My heart pounds faster every time

Part 1 :Revived-Confession of an Educated Stalker and Lover

2011-01-25T00:19:00.000-08:00

“How amazing heart change its rhythm once it tasted the warmth of emotion. How pity to look at a person with a dying love. But it's essentially crimson to the ones eyes to see a heart bounces back to life after it had withered by the atrocities of life.” I remembered when a love one leaves his partner in a story or a movie. It’s like a whole country was left with a no knight in a battle of

Never Idolized "The Joker"

2011-01-21T00:42:00.000-08:00

I looked at my self in the mirror. A full grown man ,at the prime of his life. The same proud look-that despise by many and that witty sinister , confident look loved by several women in our place. For many who don’t know me,its the strange aura,for me it's natural. I never idolize Adolf Hitler but people I come across perceive I am some kind of a tyrant. I dismissed their assumption. All pure

Two Things in My Hands

2011-01-11T22:05:00.000-08:00

I have two things in my hands- on the right-my dream; and on the left -love. Literally, I have great but unusual job that is not even related on what I have studied at school. I spent my years on development perspectives and economics, yet I got a job in the IT industry-search engine optimization. I know, it sounds like "engineering stuff" of some sort but it's not. You can Google it. Still

Building the world of dreams

2010-12-22T01:23:00.000-08:00

This is a revelation. I am a dreamer. I was born from an underprivileged family but I think I lived a life with freedom and love. That life was more than enough for a person with my level of thinking. It was an ideal life for me. My family loves me and I have loved them in return. It’s a thing I will cherish every day of my life. When I am older, my naïve mind changed; like a gears that

About

2010-12-09T22:49:00.000-08:00

The Reason Why I Write Hello! I''m writing through "Manny Sainte Gergo" as my pen name.I have a "tough"reputation so I have to conceal my true identity.:-D.I think I have intimacy issues.There's a part of me that is melodramatic & melancholic.You know I find happiness in writing literary pieces.So, here I am blogging all about love and life. I love my Mom.<3.My sisters and Dad too. I