<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[god's Wallflower]]></title><description><![CDATA[ deadpoets Wallflower]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2026 22:27:46 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Musings of Him at Midnight]]></title><description><![CDATA[There was one person who has loved me the most and I learned to have loved him back. He loves me so much, I am overwhelmed, that I...]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/post/musings-of-him-at-midnight</link><guid isPermaLink="false">60a1e4ff4e58740015f402ec</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2021 03:46:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bc35cc_6bdb5011b1b4400e8c5f4ff6aa24d749~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_480,h_640,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Therese Cuizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Unbearable Heaviness of Being]]></title><description><![CDATA[July 28, 2019 | Inspired by Milan Kundera but I think the other way If lightness itself is considered to be unbearable, how much more is...]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/post/the-unbearable-heaviness-of-being</link><guid isPermaLink="false">60115c2e3d6d62002c21b004</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2021 12:31:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bc35cc_8edaa76cf5484e73b76b33da0a367323~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_608,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Therese Cuizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[What I meant by Lying]]></title><description><![CDATA[This one is a crazy speech. It's funny how I try to recall writing this in a jeepney while going to school. This is a speech still for my...]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/post/what-i-meant-by-lying</link><guid isPermaLink="false">60115a24b19bc70018ab8d15</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2021 12:22:09 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Therese Cuizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Broken Children]]></title><description><![CDATA[This was a speech piece I wrote for my cousin's speech presentation in his class. I always write for him and help him out, especially...]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/post/broken-children</link><guid isPermaLink="false">60114f6b5f5829001771ab4f</guid><category><![CDATA[Proses]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2021 11:43:49 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bc35cc_edaa760ab8a643fca7501a4c354d1571~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Therese Cuizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Emmanuel, My Living Messiah]]></title><description><![CDATA[ When people thinks that there is no forever at love, well, there is, both with my parents, with my father. ]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/post/emmanuel-my-living-messiah</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5fbf91d0233e7d00179fbac8</guid><category><![CDATA[Proses]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2020 11:37:32 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bc35cc_fbc45bccd8584306a46d8e4f20a10b8a~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Therese Cuizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Not Anymore My Home]]></title><description><![CDATA[Wrote this last December 2018 I am slowly taking my pace, alone, in the dark road beneath the gloomy December skies. I have walked here a...]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/post/not-anymore-my-home</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5fbf864b0ffb17001766387d</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2020 10:46:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bc35cc_16963cf10a674006902686f385f0f635~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Therese Cuizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[To Be Somebody Who Is Happy]]></title><description><![CDATA[March 18, 2020 | Fiction only When I was a kid I just thought I was nobody. I don't have fancy dresses and no fancy toys and unlike other...]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/post/to-be-somebody-who-is-happy</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5f71638fc329a2001756aed2</guid><category><![CDATA[Proses]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2020 04:38:46 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bc35cc_64538d214f7a492da5e8cc97696e745b~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Therese Cuizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[I Love Thee in A Thousand Unsaid Profound Ways]]></title><description><![CDATA[For, in truth, I love thee for love sake only, 
since it’s the only way that my love could outlast eternity.]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/post/i-love-thee-in-a-thousand-unsaid-profound-ways</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ee74ba9ab69ff0017a27623</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetries]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2020 10:24:25 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/a27d24_0e53671d8f0144f9ba161a9da055cce9~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Therese Cuizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Silhouette of Silence]]></title><description><![CDATA[The world, yet again, experiences predominant moonless heavens. And the silence in human’s isolation, unmasks the ill-fate in the face of...]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/post/silhouette-of-silence</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ee748ad2d690300177e5be3</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetries]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2020 10:09:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/a27d24_4b2e831522584ce387c76f8ea2d07ef9~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Therese Cuizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Musings - II]]></title><description><![CDATA[2017 | I Value More My Life (But as time eventually passes, some of what I have written here is not anymore a reflection of my thoughts....]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/post/musings-ii</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ed6582f7583300017d80436</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2020 14:31:07 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bc35cc_58c0de468e6a4fdaa4224e4efab8439d~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Therese Cuizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Musings - I]]></title><description><![CDATA[1-27-2019 | Another Year When all I have left were memories in my head and all I want is to drown myself from nostalgia, when all I want...]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/post/musings-i</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ed65376b48d0e0017ae2910</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2020 13:37:26 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bc35cc_58c0de468e6a4fdaa4224e4efab8439d~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Therese Cuizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA['Wordrops' and the Raindrops]]></title><description><![CDATA[04-30-2019 I don’t have a lasting experience with the rain, and so you decided to create a plan and make me that one exciting experience....]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/post/wordrops-and-the-raindrops</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ed6458f072500001842ad5b</guid><category><![CDATA[Proses]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2020 13:21:01 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bc35cc_0a45b2e58e944350befc885ef906c03d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Therese Cuizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Next Time I'll Fall]]></title><description><![CDATA[So this is a poem, ought to be spoken. I wrote this last January 24, 2020, when a close friend of mine asked me to write one so that she...]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/post/the-next-time-i-ll-fall</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ed1e968f2b97b001727dc90</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetries]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2020 05:27:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bc35cc_edaa760ab8a643fca7501a4c354d1571~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Therese Cuizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[''Puhon'']]></title><description><![CDATA[I know there will come a time when things will be perfectly fine and we are going to shout with glee and ponder of how great we are that...]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/post/puhon</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ed0be74a6bf0a00170340ed</guid><category><![CDATA[Proses]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2020 07:58:50 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bc35cc_d5a67ee2584c468ea444985392a49488~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Therese Cuizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[My College Archive]]></title><description><![CDATA[This part of my journal encompasses the struggles and sweets I have experienced in studying in Cebu Normal University. No cheesy things,...]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/post/my-college-archive</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ecbe5a9de6e1300174e17b3</guid><category><![CDATA[Proses]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2020 15:40:02 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bc35cc_a533d22079ee4963a0b984eccabeabef~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Therese Cuizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Ten Things I Know To Be True (#3- Falling)]]></title><description><![CDATA[But, third, I am not only afraid of the heights, of falling, but I am also frightened of what it is in there after falling and be into...]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/post/ten-things-i-know-to-be-true-3-falling</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ecbd0b7363dd80017b58da2</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2020 14:08:26 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bc35cc_c8abcab6caef40bfb417bf5c8508ab38~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Therese Cuizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Ten Things I Know To Be True (#2- Heights)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Second, I am afraid of heights, I have acrophobia but soon I realized that what is true about me is not being afraid of heights but I...]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/post/ten-things-i-know-to-be-true-2-acrophobia-falling</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ecb9fc119b5250018ce8a90</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2020 10:39:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bc35cc_f7d5642d8f7a49cf82ad85db96c2ec78~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Therese Cuizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Ten Things I Know To Be True (#1- I Write)]]></title><description><![CDATA[First, I write, I do and perhaps I can write a lot of things.  However, there are really certain feelings that I could not write, maybe...]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/post/ten-things-i-know-to-be-true-1-i-write</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ecb96a9533ab90017156cee</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2020 10:01:13 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bc35cc_22201749d680449db8973bf0278ce23f~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Therese Cuizon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[GENUINE HAPPINESS]]></title><description><![CDATA[This account is with special participation of my amazing pals. What is genuine happiness? When can I say that the exact happiness I am...]]></description><link>https://deadpoetswallflower.wixsite.com/therese/post/genuine-happiness</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ecb6dc18bca0f0017f75f51</guid><category><![CDATA[Proses]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2020 07:23:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bc35cc_2e1b60ffc03c43b0a2f21e54769f4fa1~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Therese Cuizon</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>