Biography of Geraldine Fernandez
My world used to be unappealing. I saw it as quite dull, without bliss and thrill to offer. Until I discovered a beautiful and imposing world where only my pen and paper can bring me. From that moment on, I always wander, cruising all marvelous places through my wild imaginations with but pen and paper in company.
With this gift finally unleashed, I have come to realize how beautiful the world is. I no longer experience boredom. I write all the times. Words just keep pouring out of my mind and it feels as if my brain would burst if I don’t write the words down.
I started writing since my elementary years. Being a consistent campus journalist, I have joined several journalism and literary contests and won some of them. I was the literary editor of our campus paper “The Hundred Islands” during my junior in high school and later the editor-in-chief in my senior. Now in college, I am currently the editor-in-chief of our official college publication “The Plebeians.” I have written various literary works, both unpublished and published (but only in our campus magazines and papers.)
I write columns, news, feature articles, editorial, poems, short stories, and novels.
However, my area of expertise is short story and poetry writing. I am very much interested with these two literary genre (short story and poetry) .
My greatest dream is to be a successful published writer. I am quite penniless and writing is the only talent that I have. But I write not for commercial purposes. I write in order that I may express all my myriad emotions.
I am ever glad to have been born with a passion for beautiful creations that stay unblemished in spite of the passing of time. I can’t paint them; that remains my frustration. I can only catch those beauties with my pen. I’ll always be grateful for this one special gift from God. The flames on my pen, I am certain, would never die out.
Geraldine Fernandez Poems
Summer’s heat, summer’s hate
Oh, summer’s heat, In my life it lit; In the mind aims to penetrate, This moment’s flame, how I hate.
Heart Of Gold
I have a heart of gold So I was told It remains warm when exposed to cold A golden heart ‘coz of the love it holds.
A Hero, A Nationalist
It is growing like a tree Inside the heart that makes man better be With noble soul in company That endows him with strange potency.
A Ride On My Pen
I rode on my pen And sailed with the wind I enfolded the sky With my heart that may never die.
Let Me Be Your Angel
Let me be thy angel Let me soar in your sky Let me watch you in thy slumber Let me carry your soul
My Undying Love
I own a heart that never dies Innocent from sin and lies
Whatever You Are
Whatever opinion or stand you have in this world Mature or callow, noble or bold Even if you’re only a kid testing your wing You belong to one family created by one Being.
Your words as beautiful as red roses Adorned by the old earth’s sweet cherries They seem so sweet, so clement, so pure Yet to my aching heart they sound obscure.
I’ve never been in love, never been so far For I know love just causes wound, just causes scar My mind flies in dreamland to rummage answers afar It hopes against hopes, tries and tries reaching for eternal star.
The god of the silver bow To thee I mutely take my vow That the gift of art you bestow Would be used with much ado’.
Imperfection From Absence
Send me a rose thorn for my love’s rejection Or a rosebud for thy love’s confession Ardent love sometimes shows picture of perfection But the absence of your touch means less affection.
I’ll clutch the stars to my heart Sustain them with my blood redder still Once locked deep in me, never we’ll be torn apart And the thirst for fame to nothing we instill.
Promises of Love
To have and to get To love without regret
The love I hold so deep within Really brings my heart in pain
I’ll clutch the stars to my heart
Sustain them with my blood redder still
Once locked deep in me, never we’ll be torn apart
And the thirst for fame to nothing we instill.
I’ll step on the clouds in a silvery noon
Touch each line, curve and fantastic form
Warmth and brightness I’ll bestow upon them soon
And in the sky be their shelter from the storm.