By: Allan T.M.
Beauty behold unparalleled,
In numbers behold spread,
Dark sky above shined,
Numerous of you identified.
Far away from here,
Light years they say, I hear,
For your light to travel,
Distance immeasurable, flight unraveled.
For how long I will wait,
My eye wanted to see,
Image of light to arrive,
My telescope as I peer.
Your beauty is stellar,
Light from the distant galaxy,
Time never fades you,
Indeed you are peerless and stellar!
Deja Vu
By: Allan T.M.
*Pierre’s P.O.V.
Have we met my friend? An odd feeling!
I seen you somewhere, a road to nowhere.
For when I see your face.
Memories haunt me!
I believe we are acquaintances,
Long before this meeting.
It may have been a long time seeing,
A friend that may have seen in distances.
For what I have known,
This day and time.
I met someone in particular,
One who was called a friend of mine!
*Desmond’s P.O.V.
Eerie indeed I thought we may,
Someone I saw before.
From a distant past which may happened,
Seen scores of people, come and pass.
Strange isn’t it for this meeting,
Have happened once and happened again.
May I know of the name that speaks?
Name of mine and the date and time.
For something seems amiss,
Something feels different.
I know this happened in the past,
In present, and future that may come!*
Schmidt’s P.O.V.
We my friends have seen,
We my friends have felt.
This event that have been,
We who have seen!
Three of us in this meeting,
With me arriving late,
The order has been predestined.
With the same sequence attested.
We may arrive at the same time,
Deja vu it reminds.
The time we friends have met.
The time when we leave the planet.
The Woman In The Rain
By: Allan T.M.
A man saw a woman alone in the rain. She was looking down all wet and alone. The place was dark and was situated near the park. All the vehicles passed her by without taking notice. The gloomy scene took the man’s attention and rushed towards her.
The man was in his 40’s, his hair has started to gray and was wearing glasses. He is a bit short from his peers but is good looking nonetheless. As he closed by towards the woman, he handed his umbrella to her.
When the man started to talk to her, the woman somewhat became startled. She looked at the man with surprise but her expression changed when she saw him. “Alex?” The woman recognized him. The man paused a bit after his name was called and later recognized the woman in front of him. “Bella?”
The man replied and paused.
“What are you doing at this time of the night?” The woman stared at him. Alex saw a waiting shed meters away and said to her handing his umbrella. “You are all wet, let us talk near that shed over there.” The two decided to head over the shed and talk. “It is been a while since I saw you.” Bella said to him and returns his umbrella.
“No, you should take it. You can return it to me later.” Alex replied to her and took a seat. Bella’s tears began to roll from her eyes and started to cry once more. Alex tried to comfort her and asked her to tell him of her problems.
“That’s nice of you.” Bella tried to reply with a smile at his kind gesture. She was unable to hold herself back and hugged Alex then cried out loud. Bella stopped crying as the rain slows down.
She apologized for the sudden outburst of her emotions and stood up. “Can I borrow this umbrella?” She asked Alex beside of her. Alex replied with a nod and then stood up. “Bella, it is been a while since we seen each other. If you want someone to talk to you can always call me.” He said handing out a business card to her.
“Thank you Alex, you have been so kind ever since!” Bella gives an appreciative smile to him. “My pleasure!” Alex replied and shakes her hand. “You were always been important to me. I may not been able to be with you before, but allow me to make it up to you. This time as a friend!”
“Thank you, but I shall leave now. No worries, I shall return your umbrella later!” Bella without any second thoughts turned back and left. Alex waited for the rain to stop at the waiting shed alone. He remembers of the fond memories he spent with Bella.
It was in this place where he met her and the same spot where he left her. His time with her as her lover may have been the best for him, but, he regretted that it never lasted. This time only memory remains, the slightest remainder of it.
Forever which will remind his heart and mind to learn to cherish things before they are gone. She may not be the best woman he had, but she was his best lover.
Bitterness
By: Allan TM
The taste is cruel, disgusting!
I rue the cruel rule,
Bitterness a pool,
Where dark souls loom.
I chase the everlasting, soon!
Forever the rule rings true,
A land no one shall rule,
Barren bark doses fool!
Shall I take the cure? I rue the the dew!
What has passed, forever not lasts.
Alas, I saw nothing in my past.
Bitter is the taste, not pleasant but lasts!
Time wasted, time passed,
Forever the young soul lasts,
Forever the journey was,
Today I shall wear masks.
Hide the bitter, taste nor sweet,
Agony forever felt,
Where in cold the man wore pelt,
Expectations never met!
The Most Memorable Chinese New Year
By: Allan
The Chinese New Year, an event that is celebrated every 25th of January. It is a special day to every Chinese and Chinese descent. During this day the Chinese celebrates their culture and mingle with their family and relatives. The event is never complete without food, fireworks and the family that is the most important part of the celebration.
Peter Li is a Filipino-Chinese whose lineage can be traced to Sichuan, China. His grandparents left China during the Chinese Civil War during 1945 as hostilities escalated. The conflict was participated by the Chinese Communists and the Democratic Nationalist Kuomintang. Since the conflict his grandparents were not able to visit China.
Despite of his wage as an assistant C.E.O. of a Filipino-Chinese firm in the country. His grandparents did not request at least from him to visit China. He know that he could take them there any time but his grandparents always refuse him every time he initiated to take them there for a visit.
He decided to take a three day off which he intended for the Chinese New year. Peter may not be able to take his grandparents to China but at least he could give them an experience of celebrating the event at home. This is the least he could do after being taken care during his childhood when his parents were away for work. He would wish to express his gratitude to his grandparents for taking care of him.
His grandparents were Yang Li, his grandfather and Ming Li, his grandmother. Their wedding anniversary also happen to coincide with the Chinese New Year. He realized that he had to make the event special. It must be done in a special place, people and time. After looking for places to celebrate the event. Peter Li decided to host it in his house. Nothing beats the ambiance of home and the company of relatives who were close.
Peter Li buried himself in his studies and research of his Chinese roots and culture. He took notes of the taboos and superstitions. He was careful for he knows that the Chinese from the mainland have their set of beliefs. Days has passed and Peter has still retreated to his books. He spent a great deal of study about Sichuan food and practices during the Chinese New year.
One afternoon Peter fell asleep during his study. His wife found him in table and smiled at him for his dedication. She tried to budge her husband but he looks to tired so she gave him a kiss at his cheek and left his tea in front of his table. The aroma of the tea woke Peter up. He then takes a sip from it and thought of an idea. “Tea is an important part during the celebration!” He said and pondered that he may have made overly prepared himself for the event.
He realized finally why his grandparents refused him when he tried to offer them a trip to China. Peter did not need to make them experience their home but of their new home as well. It is not important to give them the most authentic and exquisite experience. What matters is the thought and the heart.
Peter Li who was confident and revitalized stood up from his desk with a smile in his face. He looks at the view outside of his house through his window and knows what to do with the celebrations. He will have to make it homely at the same time refined for his grandparent’s taste.
The day has finally come, Peter stands in front of his house and waits for his grandparents to arrive. His wife looks at him attentively as his eager smile made her happy. It has been five years since the last time he saw his grandparents. He was the favorite child of the four siblings by his grandmother and was also close to his grandfather as well.
Five minutes in waiting Peter saw a red car, it was a Toyota Corolla driven by his grandfather. Despite being old at 75 his grandfather is healthy and active which holds the same to his grandmother at the age of 73. After parking their car Peter met his grandparents in the front of their house. He exchanged greetings with his grandfather while his grandmother gave him a hug.
Peter escorted his grandparents with his wife inside their house. When they went inside his grandparents were overwhelmed with the surprise they saw. Everything is well prepared and the ambiance of his house felt similar but at the same time homely which reminds them of home.
The house was very clean and the decorations were that of what you usually see during the Chinese New Year celebrations. Traditional Sichuan food was served and the tea as well. Peter’s grandparents were overwhelmed with joy and were grateful for him of the experience.
Peter approached his grandparents and gave them a gift. “Gong Xi Fa Cai!” He said and congratulated them about their wedding anniversary as well. The two replied with their loving grandchild and thanked him with tears in their eyes. He never knew how much he made them happy that night.
It was the happiest and the most memorable Chinese New Year that Peter Li and his family experienced. It was on the 25th of January, 1995.
A/N: This is just an amateur work. This story may not be copied without my consent thank you!
Faraway
By: Allan
We tread our path home, thousands of miles away,
We pass by Rome, footsteps heard on our way.
Shall I my friend? The road seems steep, thorny and narrow,
Do not undermine your effort, carry on, forget your sorrow!
We pass by mountains, we saw the seas, landscapes changes and seasons end,
The journey is not over our path still far, hang on for we are halfway my friend.
During spring we see the sun rises, gentle is the morning breeze as it felt in our faces,
Green are the meadows even from afar, fertility it symbolizes!
Can you feel the warm breeze of summer? Energy fills our body enables us to move freely!
Reminds us of our youth dearly, we dance, sing and play without worry.
Autmn where the cold sets, reminds us of how we age,
Someday we grow old as trees fall from branches, memories becames vague as it fade.
The winter feels like the cold tomb where we finally rest, our bodies succumb as heat escapes,
We grasp for the sun trying to get back our youth, but the when our eyes close then we lay to rest.
Fear not my friend for the journey is not over,
A thousand miles is far but is bearable.
Seasons may also represent stages of life, our childhood, youth, adulthood and old age till death.
Don’t worry and enjoy your life until your last breath.
Take note the journey is not over we only walked quarter of the thousand miles,
Our destination is far away and it may take a million steps.
What matters is we enjoy every single moment with laughter and smile,
Friends in this journey from a faraway mile!
Sagittarius
By: Allan
Aim your arrow true, release it with high esteem,
Archers make your mark, follow the Sagittarius’ aim,
He is the hero of this realm, he will put others to shame,
Make him your guide, and the enemy shall fall of the arrow’s rain.
Invading army is near, grab your bows and arrows,
Supporting the army as they advance in rows,
Rain them with fury, hit them with storms,
Of arrows like hail, wither them in scores.
The Sagittarius is a legend, his name shall have no end,
You who fought with him, honored and stood with him until the end,
He shall be remembered until the ages come indeed,
Remembered and honored with gratitude from all generations until the end.
For until our times end, this nation shall pay respect,
To the hero that save from foreign conquest,
Pay respect to the one that protect,
From all aspect shall we reflect
Memories
By: Allan
Nostalgia rings of times had passed,
In my mind so distant of the past,
That reminds of me of the thing as it last,
Time passes by so fast.
I see you in my dream,
Images of you beyond the rim,
As it reminds me of my sin,
Deep and troubled from within.
Here in my chair as I rock,
I see the doors as it locks,
The curtain has fallen from the top,
The end is nigh and it doesn’t seem to stop.
No regrets I said, but my heart is hurt,
Where the reason of it still lurk,
Faraway lands that I worked,
It lingers as my fingers count and I looked.
These old eyes scans the horizon,
Seeing the area as I zoom,
Distance where it loom,
Tired and weary I sat near my broom.
My friend shall I seek for your name,
I spent my time restlessly in vain,
Whatever is left that stain,
Forever will remain, but I shall refrain.
Memories may be far and away,
Times may fade me away,
But a thing may be sure,
I want to see more!
Molly and Merry
Merry and Molly
By: Allan
I have a friend named Merry, oh, she is jolly!
She likes her tea and also does Molly.
Two friends likes to be early,
Two friends are always lively.
Merry is smiling, Molly is not,
Merry likes her tea warm, Molly likes it hot,
Sugar makes Merry happy, Molly does not,
The idea of sugar in tea displeases her a lot.
I like Merry than Molly,
But Molly stares are steely,
I speak to Merry freely,
Molly is rather scary!
But of the friends before me,
Merry feels cold towards me,
Her friend beside me,
Molly feels warm towards me.
Shall I choose between beauties,
I prefer Molly over Merry,
Truth behind the beauties,
Molly over Merry!
My love fades for Merry,
Than what I felt for Molly,
I love her dearly,
Thanks for our meeting Molly!
Changes
Hello readers, today we have decided to implement changes. Starting with the name of the blog, it will be renamed Allan’s Tales based from the name of the creator of the blog. Despite of the changes the creator is still affiliated with the Unvowed Torment family.
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