The Skyline Angel

Just a skyline angel with healing wings, dreaming of the open, waiting for the day...
The day that my wings will fully heal, and I can spread them out and fly away...
I wait... Breathing with hope, and living on that almost unshakeable force called faith.
... But until that day, the feathers of my memories shall be carried on the breeze of time and destiny... to this humble little blog.

Likes
my guitar
music
photography
writing
singing and dancing
stargazer lilies
writing
using the net
fire & ice
life

Dislikes
backstabbers
users
cheaters
cockroaches
pens that don't work
bad time management
too much pressure
mosquitos


Fall Away


Fly Away

This Skyline Angel
My PhotoBlog: What A Picture's Worth
My Multiply
My LJ: Even Angels Fall

Fellow Skyline Angels
Yana
Kate
Belsha
Ingrid
Patti Cor
Zal
Antarel
Sir Joey
Sir Martin
Gian
Mike
Kuya Jowi
Camia 09
Pisay 09
Tianxia 09
The Philippine Tolkien Society


Fade Away

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December 2005

January 2006

February 2006

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September 2006

October 2006

December 2006

February 2007



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Saturday, April 02, 2005

Okay, like I promised... here's the first few entries of my English Portfolio... let's start with Poetry!!

Sounds of Silence
-- a poem reflecting the misery and loneliness of one who is deaf.

A bird sings its song
Its beak opened wide
But I hear it not, so let me tell you
A secret I long to hide

I see the bird, I see the violin
I see the colours of the drum
But I hear no song, I hear no sound
I hear not the music from a guitar you strum

I hear only the sounds of silence
Cold, unfeeling, and black
I beg to my God
"Please give my hearing back!"

I can see, smell, touch, and taste
But I hear nothing, nothing at all
I cannot hear people speaking
Or hear a person's call

What have I done to deserve this curse?
For to live in a silent prison is like death
My Lord, why, oh why,
Did I have to become deaf?

If only I could hear
For one precious day
Or even just one moment, I don't care
I just want to hear, I pray

To hear the howl of the wolf
Against the wind's quiet hiss
To hear music from instruments
Ah, I desire such bliss

But alas! I hear nothing
I cannot answer your calls
Or hear the rushing sound of water
Flowing over waterfalls

I hear only the sounds of silence
Blank, empty, and nothing else
I hear not the laughter of happy children
Or the sweet tinkle of silver bells

I feel my world crashing around me
Like the shattering of glass
What remains is only the quiet scream of silence
The kind that lasts.

~~ Eruanne

Current mood: sympathetic, reflective
Current music: 'Fragments of Memories' from Final Fantasy VIII



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