' Let them hate me because of my honesty or fabricate lies to mar my integrity; but, my transparency's already registered and noted with times. I pass this life not many but once, let me live it according my purposive goal. I am not expected to live the perfect life but, at least, part of it, I lived with perfect heart.'
I was born as Cherryl Lynn Gamus Bachinela. An introvert by times. My parents separated when i was in my primary school years. Used to be one of the good students until i graduated from the elementary school. But, often people looked at me as aloft, who wanted to be on my own, always. Who sets eyes nowhere. Staring at blankness.
That was their opinion. ... more »
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Bonics Bachinela Poems
I Was With You In Silhouette
When the teary heavens' clasped in fist, to conflagrate and be the fire, I was with you in silhouette.
Honesty In Dishonesty (Riddle)
The sun's to veto darkness; because, it depresses the light, covered it with dusk to night, infectious to a person
Fill me the air to breath with music to console my sad soul, grant me the skies so azure to visualize the light afar,
Harem Within Harem
'Tis pathetically apathetic imprisoned in mirth, gloomy. Eclectic. The merry-making, embraced as tradition, enveloped in finite illusion
The sea, in calm firmament, lay serene with complacent mind, pure. Divine. Savors tranquil conscience.
Love Me As You have You Have Known Me
Love me as you have known me As dug up in total depth, Unleashed all negativity in me, Even my darkness enfolded in loath.
As You Taught Me
From ruffled to tamed, In nadir demise, ‘Til to zenith, arise Expertise,
In the Midst of the Tempest
To pace requires resilience gracefully undulated with the tempest accorded to one's self, religious to overcome life's test.
Contemplating a Stoned Adversary
Sadness shelled with ego, as the sea hiding its weakness in tempest, fears of defined hollow, clandestine in valorous conquest.
Which Whisper to Follow
Voices, hushed, too dubious, a face, flushed One in autonomy reverberating
Freewill of Change
In solitude thoughts are wandering, Listening to musical sentences of the wind, Superfluous and unmindful of evaporating dew, Gradually fading in increasing temperature of the day.
A trek to look back to restrospectively, the worth remembering for where heart's in sorrow, pierced and painful mem'ries in graved,
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I Was With You In Silhouette
When the teary heavens' clasped in fist,
to conflagrate and be the fire,
I was with you in silhouette.
I was with you,
In the convergence of your dreams,
Part of designing fancies,
Meticulously touching simple places
into extraordinary ambiance,
Defining the recluse to gain world's applause.
Works were splendid,
In greatness, ended;
but, the heaven's you've risen
Made good friends forgott'n.
I was with you [only watching you],
Exhilarat'ng in the realm of affluence,
But, forget'ing simple mem'ries
your intelligence'd ...