Have you ever had a moment when you wanted to look back to your own self? Perhaps, to see how you were then and find another way to make sense of all your decisions and experiences. In my case, as I get older, I think I become more sentimental and so I pick up on… Continue reading Revisiting My Old Self
Category: Poetry
Finale
Waves of thinning memories rush to shoreSurprising me with a thunderous roarReminding, remembering for the last timeBefore drowning into the dark side Flashes of familiar facesWhispers of lovely voicesI know them.I knew them.But now, I’m losing every bit of them Little by little, thenAll at onceDrops of water everywhereGathered togetherSending me off to my final… Continue reading Finale
Crystal Clear Blur
Genuine smiles come rarely,Everyone takes their timeDifferences shine brighter than ever before Once the clock strikes three in the morningThe elegant moon bids her farewell, The sun risks another early greeting This, after all, is a unique and mysterious place It’s crystal clearThe blur between then and nowA life worth livingGladly becomes a crazy ride This,… Continue reading Crystal Clear Blur
Mindless, Boundless
Why so serious? The veins in your hands keep tappingReminding you of daybreakYou pick a fork to cut them outBut, they keep fighting for life Why so serious again?Bothered by the sound of the windReminding you of your own breathingYou block the windows with iron barsBut, the wind whistles through the gaps Why, you ask again?With… Continue reading Mindless, Boundless
Lettuce of Love
Red roses turn dark all overLeaves fall on the groundsHeavy footsteps approachWith the crisp break of dry leavesIt's the season again of cleaning upAnd making quick dealsTo see the colors of red, Blue, and purple all around Pack all the songs of youthFor a strength unknownBring the lively drumsOf the beating heart of a childFor… Continue reading Lettuce of Love
Prism
As tiny bits of red petals fill the empty jars The air fills up with the stench of yesterday's death With the crowd quickly crowding above the town Children start going out of their little boxes Pushing their way up the slopes of deserted land They step cautiously with their mouths shut Their tiny feet… Continue reading Prism
Hiling
Hindi lang sa Quiapo nakikinig ang butihing MaykapalMinsan sa paglalakad ay may Aleng makapagtatanggalSa mga munting itinatagong sugat, siya'y may itatapalIlahad lang palad at uuwi ka nang may bagong dangal Huminga at itigil muna ang iyong mahabang paglalakadMarahang ibukas at ipakita ang linya ng iyong kanang palad Umupo sa silya at maghintay sa tapat ng… Continue reading Hiling
Snaps, Shots, and Shakes hands
Moonlight draws the crowd closer to the sound Searching for shadows eaten by the nearby ground Was it a cry or a scream of a boy who has yet to be found By the party taking snaps of tears falling on the mound This is the day, the last of summer as they say People… Continue reading Snaps, Shots, and Shakes hands
Wednesday Poetry
It seems like a late start, but I hope to bring life back to my blog. I haven't written anything in the past couple of months as I simply tried to find better ways to adjust to my teaching job. Now, I will try to begin a new routine to bring myself back to writing.… Continue reading Wednesday Poetry
Hinga, May Isa Pa
Sa pagsayaw ng liwanag ng kandila sa ating harapan Pakaliwa't pakanang pagsabay sa ating bawat paghinga Minsan inaakala nating patapos na ang problemang noo'y nagpahirap Sa puso nating punong-puno na ng di magagandang alaala Na may iilang natirang peklat katabi nang unti-unting naghihilom na sugat Kaso sa bawat hakbang pasulong at sa paglapat ng liwanag… Continue reading Hinga, May Isa Pa
