Story Of The Paper -Mary Pacis

Credits to Google and Alice.

Credits to Google and Alice.

I am being torn from my home,

And all thats within me.

Torn into pieces….


I was innocent and pure,

But now am written with words so vulgar,

Words of hatred.

I feel so alone…



My world is shaking.

WAIT- It is not.

I am being lifted!

By whom?

Who is this man?

All the pain,


All my sins,


I am brought anew!

Rejoice! Rejoice!

But my question remains,

Who is this man?

He takes a pen and writes.

I Am…

The Son of God and The Son of Man.

I Am,

The Great provider,

The Bread of Life.

I Am,

The Living water,

The Defender of the weak.

I Am,

The Light of the world,

and The Fishers of Men.

The Prince of Life, 

The Conqueror of death,

Restorer of Faith,

and The Uplifted Savior…


He wrote,

But being myself, I did not believe.

This man?


If He could make me fly, then I would believe.


What is He doing?

He’s throwing me?


Have mercy on me!

I have done no wrong!

Then He said unto me

“Do not be afraid, for I am with you.

Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God.

I will strengthen you and help you.

I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.”


I flew.

– Mary Pacis

Credits to: My Dear Friend Shayne.


This poem was created when my friend Shayne tore a pad paper.


In His Arms. -Mary Pacis


- Mary Pacis

– Mary Pacis

April 22, 2013. 10:00 pm

My name is Ajee.

I am an anti social person.

I have no friends. Literally, no friends.

Nobody would talk to me,

Or maybe, I’m just invisible.

I’ve been invisible for years, or at least, I thought so.

One day, a young boy said ‘Hi’

Of course he wasn’t talking to me… he couldn’t have.

But then he said my name. Ajee.

Then I knew.

He became my best friend for years. He was nice.

He taught me about God.

He taught me about Life.

He taught me a lot of things, even though I was older than him.

He changed me…

One day, I found out he had cancer and only has a few days to live.

I cried.

and cried.

and cried.

I was angry with God.

I was angry with everything.

Everything was unfair.

Until, my friend died.

We were at the hospital.

We were holding hands.

He told me “Do not lose faith, Ajee…”

“The Lord has a plan.”

I just nodded, playing with his hair.

He smiled and breathe his last breath.

“I see the light…” He whispered

I smiled, my cheeks drenched with tears.

I knew then.

He is safe.

He is safe with God.

In His arms.

– Mary Pacis

Be there.

Lil' Sis and Mom

Lil’ Sis and Mom

Jan 9 2013

Listen to the beat of her heart.

Ever bear to hear it fade?

Remember her smile, her laugh…

Remember how tired she was,

but still manages to keep wake…

When she is old and weak,

Will you be there?

When hope is gone…

Will you be there… will you?

Hear her soft melodious voice…

Ever bear to hear it fade?

Then be there.

– Mary Pacis

50 Followers! <3

Technically it’s 51, but lets stick with 50 for now…

First of all, I just want to thank you guys for supporting and liking my posts and all, it’s a BIG help to me, and 50 is a BIG number (well, to me).

I feel so blessed, this is like a big step for me. I actually started blogging at a very young age, maybe 7 or 8 years old, but the websites weren’t as good, so I abandoned them. I “met” wordpress at the age of 11, I loved writing so much, but I wasn’t really into reading that time, so I didn’t have much inspiration or any experience, just me and my writing. I don’t like writing using a paper and a pen, cause usually I’ll end up either throwing or losing it.

I started reading my first book at the age of 11 too, but at that time, reading wasn’t really my thing, and writing poetry was far from my To-Do-List, but the past was the past, I love reading books now, especially when I read the “Percy Jackson and the Lightning thief” at the age of 12 (but it wasn’t my first book, it was the first book I liked), I was bored at first, then my excitement and curiosity grew as I continue to read. Which led me to turning into a HUGE FAN OF BOOKS, especially Fantasy, Romance (I confess, I am a Romance Freak), Action, and Humor, all these together would make me go CRAZY!! ❤

But anyways, back to the 50 followers, DID YOU KNOW? That 50 is half of 100?! My goal? Is not to reach 100,000,000,000 followers, but to share the word of God directly and indirectly 🙂

Whenever I blog, I feel much closer to God, when I’m angry, I just write all the good things that happened to me, and my anger disappears. As a young teen, it is my mission to show, how POWERFUL and GREAT is our GOD.

1 Timothy 1:16

But God had mercy on me so that Christ Jesus could use me as a prime example of his great patience with even the worst sinners. Then others will realize that they, too, can believe in him and receive eternal life.

I’ve already reached this far… why not go deeper? – Mary Pacis (MFDYP)

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And to all my followers!

Thank you and God bless! Chow for Now ❤

I am Loved. [Re-blog]

I am Loved. ❤

I could hear voices, but at that time I didn’t know what they were.
I couldn’t see, but I could cry, so I cried.
Not because of my blindness, but because of all the commotion.

Suddenly I felt myself being carried and a soothing voice reached my ears, “We’ve been waiting for you” a deep voice said
I felt calm and stopped crying, I felt at home. I then fell into a dreamless sleep.

When I woke up, I was finally able to open my eyes and see, but I wasn’t happy because I could see,
I was happy to see two, calm eyes looking down at me.

The Person has a curly, brown hair and dark, brown eyes. She had a smile that reached her eyes, which were flowing with tears, happy tears maybe.
She wasn’t alone though, there was another person with the same facial expression that had a smile reaching his eyes and tears threatening to flow.

They both made funny faces which made me smile, I could say it was my first smile that day.

They played with me, fed me, slept with me. You could tell I was happy.

We did have those ‘times’ though, I found it hard to deal with, I didn’t know what was happening or what so ever, so I just cry, it’s all I ever do anyways, Eat. Poop. Cry. Eat. Poop. Cry. Eat. Poop. CRY! But those very two people made me feel like I was more than that.

Time flies so fast though, I am now a teenager, I now have a little sister and I am not going to expect another sibling since she is already hard to handle (If you know what I mean). My parents still love me and my sister equally. We still had our conflicts, but those are normal and part of life I suppose.

I learned there was a God who loves me like no one else could, that He sacrificed for our sins…

But this is just the beginning of my life, after I had smiled my first smile, I had smiled ever since.

It’s nice to know that someone loves you, no matter what happens.

– Mary Pacis.

In Love with a Star…

Is it possible to fall in love with a star?

I’m beginning to doubt because its so very far, I try to reach at times but I gave up when I knew it wasn’t mine.

Do you think it is possible for it to love me back?

Reading minds is one power I think I kind of lack…

That’s why I just content myself with looking at it from a far.

Its better I just wait instead of  prying open it’s cold jar.

I know that star could never love me back, I could never bear to see it cry, or see it’s fragile heart crack.

Sometimes my heart and my brain have their little wars, but I will not budge because I am in love with a Star.


I’m not really good at writing poems but I was star gazing (with my Telescope eyes 0_0) in my balcony and I saw this big star (I don’t know what its called) and I fell in love with it, and I wondered, is it possible to fall in love with a star? this was supposed to be a song, but I couldn’t seem to find a tune (I’ll ask my friends for help some time).

God Writes Me

God Writes Me. – The Lady Journal.

Struggling, I flip the pages–tearing out this chapter and that page;

Tears make little wrinkled circles upon the pages I find myself glaring at–scratched out words and blotches of ink fill the ivory sheets.

Taking my eraser–I try to erase them–only to make them worse.


My eraser is now wet–useless to even try to work on the next chapters,

Grabbing the nearest pencil, I begin to scratch over what I can–Please…

Still being able to see the penmanship underneath the sheen of dark silver,

I find myself tracing the edges of the page.

Hand pushing against my hair, I grimace and fall upon the book.

Beloved, stop.

Weeping, the pages turn into what feels like soggy leaves.

Stop trying to edit your life, don’t you know I am the Author of your life?

Gripping the corners of the book, I begin to tremble and thumb the corner pages up and down.

My crying subsides and all I hear is the wind-chimes, the coffee pot and my own shaky breathing.

“God…” I whisper.

My child, I wrote you into existence. I breathed life into you. I call you my own. I have loved you even before you knew what love was. I loved you from the very beginning. I loved you in chapter 21 and I love you now. As I will keep on loving you and holding you and guiding you for the rest of your days, during every single page of your story, during every single chapter and season. You are mine. Don’t lose sight of Me. I will write your chapters. I will flip the pages. I will bind you. I will hold all of you–every word and curvature–during every protagonist and climax–between the bond of my love and faithfulness. Trust Me…beloved. 

Silence becomes me and my heart begins to beat joyously.

Placing my steady hand upon my heart, I declare, “I trust you…O’ Father.”

Slowly smiling, I suddenly feel my heart reach up and give the pen to God.

–Samantha Hardcastle 

Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart.” Proverbs 3:3