Set It Free

You're everything I thought you never were

Nothing like I thought you could have been

But still you live inside of me

So tell me how is that?

You're the only one I wish I could forget

The only one I love to not forgive

And though you break my heart

You're the only one

You said you've got the most respect for me

But sometimes I feel you're not deserving me

You know there are times that I hate you cause I can't erase

And times that you hurt me put tears on my face

And even now while I hate you it pains me to say

I know I'll be there at the end of the day

Yes, there are times when I hate you but I don't complain

Cause I've been afraid that you would walk away

But now I don't hate you I'm happy to say

That I will be there til the end of the day 

I don't want to be without you

But I don't want a broken heart

Don't want to take a breath without you

I don't want to play that part

I know that I love you but let me just say

I don't want to love you in that kind of way

(Beyonce - "Broken-Hearted Girl)

Though I've been a broken-hearted girl

 The pieces kept coming together

Even when I set my heart free, 

Spread my wings and fly away

I can't seem to get you out of my every inch..

Broken Sweetheart

She was once a little princess
A cheerful sweetheart
She was the one that everyone cared about
She lived in a castle
Where every inch was guarded
Just as much as her body needed to be protected
Her thought of having everything permanently
Died when she turned a young lady
While other princesses partied for their sweet sixteen
Her celebration was a quiet one
with grievance and tears in between
She lost the king and queen
who were guarding her since the beginning
She moved on with life after few misleadings
Tried not to think too much nor to foresee what was coming
Her castle became fragile with fences became nothing
She turned her belief into something
That materials could never work in protecting
She became a stranger in her own world she was living in
She wandered around for years in pretending
That her heart would never be the same again
Or would there ever be another King
Not to provide her unbreakable wall for her safety
The one who would truly care about one thing
Building fences around her only heart
It then got thicker and dissapeared from worlds apart
Another year had passed after more than a decade
Not a single second she would risk for another break
"There's a prince charming for everyone out there"
The King and Queen used to tell her then
Princess smiles everyday come shine or rain
"Oh, what is heart for all that I care.."




I turned another year older, 
granpa, granma. 
I'm doing well now, 
even without another half.
Lord bless you both with lights, 
put you under the starts in the heaven skies.

Swaying Tears

I sang

Gladly I sang

Happily I rhymed

To the tune I chanted

I danced

Gracefully I danced

Joyfully I swayed

To the beat at ease

I smiled

Perfectly wide

Grateful for fortunate ones

To be having love by their side

I sang to the song

I danced to the beat

I smiled to happy faces

I screamed my laughter at best

Thou secretly I cried

For how many prayers

For how many wishes

In hoping for a change

To my unforeseen life

To my written story line..

('Swaying Tears' by Marquise de Ville, Jan 2012)

Sometimes, Always, Perhaps

Is there a perfect love? People questioned.

It happens once in a while, a few said.

Perhaps it does to lucky ones, some thought.

But there is always a perfect lie, everyone agreed.

Night So Cold

Woke up at four
Checked out the inbox
Received a few messages
His name wasn't included

Sighed

Tried to get back to sleep
Both eyes closed
Mind still wide awake
His images couldn't be ignored

Eyes opened

Unlocked the keypad
Upper and lower lips pouted
Started texting
But kept deleting

Text message cancelled

It showed
Thou both hearts desired
But blocked with ego
Nights turned out really cold..


('Cold' by Marquise de Ville, September 2009)

Can't Keep Forgiving

It felt a little bit uneasy to update the blog on the same day with the same date in a few minutes, but who cares..it's my personal page anyway! Just now I thought that I couldn't finish my poem but my fingers couldn't stop from working on the keyboard. So here how it goes..

I held you close
I kept you warm
I lifted you up
When you were down

I made you safe
I lightened up the day
To stop the bleeding
And fear from your way

But then you betrayed
You took it for granted
It wasn't thanks that I hoped for
Neither apologies that I wanted

I have never been so untrue
And I want you to know the truth
That I just can't keep forgiving you
For all that you've put me through

('Can't Keep Forgiving' by Marquise de Ville, 2009)

What Do I Do

It's 1.46am in the morning and I am still awake..my sisters are all here at home and they're sleeping like babies. We had a great day with mummy and everyone around. We haven't been spending time together for a while, so I guess they are all tired from shopping and talking about everything non-stop. I'm glad that my sisters are still my best friends that I could never replace with anything in this world.

I had a good week and I finished reading Swan Adamson's book in three days. I had a good time with friends but I guess I was having a hard time accepting new relationships..and I was thinking lot. I don't usually tell anyone about what I personally feel about myself or my feelings, so I wrote them down without wanting to know the answers..

What do I do..
When the sun stops shining?
When the stars stop sparkling?
When the rain stops pouring?

What do I do..
When the wind stops blowing?
When the river stops flowing?
When the flowers stop blooming?

What do I do..
When the lights go out?
When the skies turn dark?
When the love life gets hard...?

Begging Not to Break Apart

I wasn't in the mood to write anything lately and I've been trying to deal with the atmosphere fairly, but I got tensed and confused psychologically. Fortunately I am still alive and still secure..and I'm not going insane thinking about all the small things happened in life. I was lost in confusion, and I'm glad that it inspired me to write again...

They called me lovely
They called me miss pretty
They said that I'm crazy
That I love being naughty

They look at me like I'm a swinger
In their mind I'm a fabulous player
They think that I'm a heart-breaker
That I'll always be one now till forever

They never know that I have always tried
All my best to be everyone's sweetheart
And deep down inside I silently cried
Begging for my soul not to break apart

('Breaking Apart' by Marquise de Ville, Feb 2009)