As this Frankenstein’s-monster-of a semester is coming to an end, I find myself growing so nostalgic and retrospective that I had to pick up a pen and start a random tirade on whatever my current mediocre predicament is. For any of you who actually cast any sprinkle of attention to this site, you might have […]
I miss you so much it’s dumb. I have spent hours twiddling my thumbs until they are numb, my eyes dry from staring at numbers while my mind pours over the possibility of feeling alive again. But then again, who feels alive nowadays? Yet, being alive is already a blessing nowadays. Who am I but […]
I’m writing like I’m fading away even though this is just watered-down ink. It’s only been a few days, but I’m already fading. Each stroke of my pen tests more of my patience. Colors bloom the more I endure. The words wading through the puddles in my mind strengthen relations. I wonder if time will […]
I saw those blossoms on Valentine’s Day, but even then their color was no stranger: the pink the shade of wind-swept cheek in lieu of the sunset. Who am I to try to reach for the branches, weathered but strong, steady in their beauty? I am but a humble poet, whose obnoxious script […]
Care to explain why my heart pounded so, already the morn’ peeked through blinds, rosy and quiet. Illuminated by the light of my phone and a sense of purpose, emerging from words, stuttered and misspelled. Have I gone mad? Any moment now, my heart might burst, guessing at the count and I’m drowning. Even then, […]
I found a yellow bouquet, sweet and tender. My mind kept churning, raw and rendered useless. Like flowers plucked from their stems to wilt faster and die. But I’m not one to let stupidity fester, my mind would raster images of lost metaphors and imageries a loss. And so it begins, where I put these […]
The sun sets lovelier on a disaster, the explosion of colors bright and few, the skies a canvas, full of hues. And there I stood, small and lost. But I’m a painter, I know my colors, WhenI have a brush, I can’t be bothered by trivial imageries. But I’m also a poet who […]
scribbled on the edge of a scratch paper to fill space before I can crumble this, too. Yet here I am, reaching out for the specter of the warmth in that smile, the suggestion of a shallow joke. Those dreams, their ghosts, accompany me, coax me into sleepless slumber, for I am tired, exhausted of […]
Forlorn, I often fell, of the life I was told to strive for and undertake. The unspoken expectations, if sighs can speak louder than the speakers blasting hymns. Hands kept raised for the Lord somehow still trembled in fear, why? ‘Cause the world is going to shit, every difference a disobedience. Hateful rhetoric masked […]
When I watched the sun escaped from the reach of the city, I can’t help but reflect on the past couple of weeks, full of peaceful silence that beseech knowledge in learning and teaching, an occasional blast of fun with new friends and maybe more. Still, retracing the hike, no view could be breached […]
Treachery of Imageries