Autobiography by Althea Morojo

E-eternity




" I saw eternity the other night just like a ring of pure and endless light." I loved that line. Maybe that part of the poem made me come up with this kind of topic- eternity. After reading that line, I sat there stunned for a moment. Though I didn't understand anything about it at the first place. Eternity as of everyone knows is a life with no death just like a circle with no end. I wouldn't wish eternity for myself. Though I would wish it for those who longed for it. So if one day, eternity wouldn't find its way past death I would ask those who witnessed it how great it felt. But still, even though its greatness overpowered one's vulnerability, I'd still choose death over eternity. I believe that eternity wont experience pure light but death would. For the light death has, is a welcoming symbol for afterlife.

Autobiography by Althea Morojo

D-daydreaming

Daydreaming is an escape towards life's sweet possibilities. It's nice to dream of being a famous designer or being invited in one of the most exclusive parties in the country or even being with the hottest actor in all four of my favorite movies. Though daydreams need not remain as dreams. Its up to us to turn it into reality. And we should start it by studying hard and doing it right now.

Autobiography by Althea Morojo

C-cross




When I see the cross, it always reminded me of how great is God's love for us. Because who would want to suffer in so many ways and die on a cross just to save a billion of sinners? Right, no one- except Him. The king alone that carried His own cross. For me, the cross that I'm bearing right now is probably the bridge that would me bring me closer to Him. I knew that He was testing my faith and I wouldn't dare to fail it. Seeing Him on the cross makes me look at a  mirror. A mirror that would look right past my soul. A mirror that would reflect on myself if I've done the right things. So that's why I'm writing these kinds of things right now to remind you that the cross isn't just a symbol of love but a waking call for change.

Autobiography by Althea Morojo

B-Bern




I glanced at the woman beside me and all I could see was her hair. Daring to see more of her, I poked her arm and looked straight into her eyes. Suddenly, fragments of memories came in mind. Me as a baby cuddled in her arms, her hands around my wrists as she guided my first steps. Her lips kissing my tears away as the pain on m knees fades, her eyes full of love and concern when my cheeks burn from embarrassment. Her smile that shows how proud she was when I received my first report card. Lastly, the tears that poured from her eyes as I let go of her hand. Snapping back to reality, I remembered that I knew this woman. The woman beside me was my mom. And I would love her 'til the very end of eternity.

Autobiography by Althea Morojo

A-art

I knew art. I knew him since the day i was born. As if art was meant to be mine - my soul mate. I met art when I was a little kid. I saw him everywhere. Art was breathtaking. His colors reminded me of a rainbow that was glued neatly on the soft blue sky. His shapes reminded me of  my first drawing of a house when  I was five. I was devoted to art. I praised him like he was a god. I even thought that my love for art would fill the space and distance between life and death. Until that day I thought I lost him. I haven't seen anything that would remind me of art. As if a black abyss blinded me from seeing how wonderful art was. I haven't seen his shapes nor his colors for a long time. My life suddenly turned dull and I would mourn everyday. I wasn't ready to forget everything that art and I had. Then I started feeling different when my hands suddenly reached for a paper and a pen and I drew the most wonderful sketch no one had ever seen. And I would feel great, almost powerful. Then did I realize that I didn't lose art. For art was inside me.

Acrostic poem By Althea Morojo

A-bby is my nickname
B-aby as called by my family
B-ringing them hope and joy
Y-earning to always bring smiles

haiku nature by Althea Morojo

Walking through the sand
While feeling the hot breeze
Enjoying cause it's summer