Tuesday 27 January 2009

Inspired to be Inspired

Inspired to be Inspired
Tuesday 27 January 2009 (1237h)
By Margaret Nicolas Decena Alpajora



All of us search for inspiration
A question or answer or clue
To be inspired to inspire all
In what we write or say or do

Inspiration for a poem
Or a beautiful piece of art
Or to be inspired to carry on
After almost losing heart

Inspiration for a song
Or a piece of Hip-hop Magic
Or inspiration to get right back up
After experiencing something tragic

Inspiration for inspiration's sake
Inspiration for exposure
Inspiration to inspire more
Or inspired to seek closure

When it seems the world is moving too fast
Inspiration stops it in its tracks
It brings clarity and faith and hope
To bring confidence and security back

All who look to inspiration
Are looking the right direction
So if you're down or need to speak up
Inspiration ought be your affection.

xoxoxoxox


Copyright (c) Margaret Nicolas Decena Alpajora, 2009 
27 January 2009

Monday 26 January 2009

My Last Confession

My Last Confession!!!
Monday 26 January 2009 (1416h)
By Margaret Nicolas Decena Alpajora



Timezones now and time spent then
Heart seeks where, Heart seeks when
True love lost then new love found
Happiness persued after losing ground

New beginnings, a broken heart to mend
From losing a lover who once was a friend
Sorrow decreasing but heartache lingers still
A blackhole left wide open to slowly refill

Depression not far, but joy patiently waiting
Sleepless nights from the nightmares my mind keeps creating
A captive I've become, My captor: Unaware
He doesn't know my heart's still trapped within his crystal stare

Aware of the cold drama; A secret wish within
To talk to this captor of the friendship growing thin
Ten years; A lifelong friendship, Destroyed in one harsh blow
No longer grieving the loss of a lover, but missing a bestfriend so

Secretly awaiting the day all this I can say
Secretly hoping all the tears have gone away
To move on, as he wants me to, is not to hard a task
I simply need to speak my mind, might he listen is all I ask

But this confession be not one way
I ask for him to have his say
So all the cards are laid down on the table
Thus a true friendship be once more enabled.

"I miss the good old days!"

xoxoxoxox
Strong Friendships always survive...?
Copyright (c) Margaret Nicolas Decena Alpajora, 2009 
26 January 2009

Thursday 22 January 2009

Who Am I?

Who Am I?
By Margaret Nicolas Decena Alpajora
Thursday 22 January 2009 (1041h)

Who am I really?
Am i just a reflectionof what people make me out to be?
Inside me, I know that can't be true,
For that is my worst nightmare.
So who am I?
Am I a projection of what the world wants me to be?
No. That cannot be.
Otherwise, would i be happy with who i turn out to be?
So then... Who am I?
Who am I to want the best for myself?
Who am I to want a great life to live?
Who am I to be different,
Or call myself special?
Who am I to make my own choices,
Or not to do what i don't want to?
Who am I to think my decisions matter?
Who am I to believe that my desitiny is what I make it,
And not what the forces of the universe make it?
Who am I to decide my own fate?
Who am I to be my own person?
Then again... Who am I not to do any of the above?
Who am I not to be any of the above?
Who am I???
I am anyone I can be,
Anyone I want to be,
Anyone I choose to be!
Who am I!?
I am Meg!
I am Me!
I am... Who I am!!!

xoxoxoxox

Copyright (c) Margaret Nicolas Decena Alpajora, 2009 
22 January 2009

Monday 5 January 2009

Months Relived

Months Relived
By Margaret Nicolas Decena Alpajora
Monday 5 January 2009



Shy and sweet caught hold of me
Friendship and kindness shown bright
Friendship to courtship to like, soon to love
A burning flame in dark cold night

A broken heart slowly mending
A new beginning from tragic end
Beauty unseen becomes forced to be noticed
By someone special and one great friend

Memories passed and those yet to be made
Never to regret or deplore
A new found adventure, a grateful restart
A new love to enjoy and explore

Love lost and love found, again and again
One love and one life to live
Nothing to lose and nothing to gain
But everything to receive and to give

Love is not feeling, emotion or thought
It’s decision, it’s sacrifice, it’s choice
A great risk to take, a pride-less fall from grace
But in the end, the soul will rejoice


xoxoxoxox

Copyright (c) Margaret Nicolas Decena Alpajora, 2009 
5 January 2009

The Downfall of Psychopath

The Downfall of Psychopath
Monday 5 January 2009 (1644h)
By Margaret Nicolas Decena Alpajora


One, Two, Three friends...
No. Thirteen.
Boys and Girls alike;
Contrasting fron everyone else -
As different as can be.
Thirteen unique young teenagers:-
Pushed together by what most call "Destiny".
The beginning of February 2008;
The first of many days they spent time together.
The chemistry of the friendship was immediate,
Closer and closer they became;
Not exactly the "Best of Friends",
But close, very close:-
Great, True, Happy!
Days to week and weeks to months,
Hanging out, having fun, enjoying the time spent together;
Growing even closer.
Growing closer and stronger... Together!
Birthays, Braais, Pool Parties, Movies;
Always there for each other.
They became family.
oving and trusting each other.
Problems and Tragidy;
Overcome by these friends again and again.
They were proud of their friendship:-
Their family.
Oters looked upon their friendship, their strong bonds, and smiled.
It was truely a fellowship to marvel upon.
To remind themselves of their bond, they named their family:-
They were "Psychopath"!

Soon, trouble came brewing.
As time passed, some forgot what Psychopath meant;
What it stood for.
Psychopath:-
Not a clique, not a label for others to associate them with,
But a friendship, a family... A Promise!
They had not become Psychopath for fun,
Not because they thought they were superior,
Nor because they thought it would be cool.
Notto become some "gang" or "group",
Nor to classify temselves as anything better,
But because they wanted a reminder;
A showcase to themselves of their bond; their great friendship.
Then Thunder struck!
In the eighth month of the eighth year of the second millenium,
Psychopath was hit hard.
Friendships within it began to shatter;
Because of the most stupid and crazy things:-
Secrets, Backstab, Relationship Endings and Misunderstandings.
The friendship and bond dubbed "Psychopath" began to fray.
More time passed and psychos wept, looking down and depressed;
Losing bonds is painful, Losing friendships is heartbreaking.
From friends to almost enemies to "I don't know"s.
In time they tried to "Fix" it,
But that became stressful,
So, one by one, they gave up.
They felt it was no longer worth trying to make right.
They announced to themselves and eachother;
That "Psychopath" was no more.
With remedy seemingly no longer an option,
Psychopath was deemed "Terminated"

In the city of Gaborone;
A young girl, fifteen years of age;
One whose friendship with a member of Psychopath was compromised.
One who had been one of the few who were desparate to mend the bond.
A member of the family; of Psychopath.
Logging on to a Social Network Website Online after too long,
She opens an old message thread used long ago.
It was being used again, It was Psychopath.
Talking, Planning, Anguishing, Arguing...
Without her,
For she hadn't been on for a while.
In it, they tried to fix the bonds,
Planning for a reunion,
But becoming stressed in the process,
So they stopped and said they quit.
She had no say.
It was a message thread;
Over the Internet!
One by one, one after the other,
Friend by friend:-
Qiut!
Quit Psychopath, but said and agreed they were still friends...
Just... Not in Psychopath.
"What!?" So the friendship was mended... but Psychopath wasn't?
"Huh???" She didn't understand...
Didn't "Psychopath" Represent the friendship?
Confused; She was very confused.
It seems they had forgotten.
Had they now taken Psychopath as a Label; A Group?
Something detachable; Removable.
They really didn't remember.
She was shellshocked!

After reading an hour long thread of these friends experiencing confusion and anxiety:-
From trying to save Psychopath to just giving up,
She reached the end of the message thread;
Where they quit.
They Quit!
One by one:- Every last one of them!
She felt hurt, especially since she was absent when this happened.
She had been heartbroken before,
But now, she was a new kind of heartbroken;
A worse one.
Psychopath and the people in it meant everything to her:-
She loved them; Her second family.
Shat had happened, she did not know,
But she knew it happened without her,
And that it hurt; Like a knife piercing through her insides.
But she decided that she wouldn't let it get the best of her.
She would not be ruined by something so trivial.
Not this time; Not ever again.
She vented using pen and paper for the pen is mightier than the sword,
And soon forgot the immence pain.
She accepted it.
She didn't like it... but she accepted it.
But before anything else, she said to herself and to them;

Ok, so psychopath is gone.
But no matter what, even if I'm the last, I'm a Psycho forever!
I won't up on the bond, the Love!
'Psychopath' has too many great memories for me to just throw it away!
I'm Sorry.

Now she stands, missing the old days:- The good times.
The last psycho, never giving in.
Who was she?
That girl...
That girl is Me!
A Psycho Forever!
No matter what!
MiniMe, Out!!!

XoXoXoXoX

2 Feb 2008
Me and the old Family
(miss yallz lyk mad)
Copyright (c) Margaret Nicolas Decena Alpajora, 2009 
5 January 2009