As her eyes gently caressed the strokes of the handwritten letters in aged pieces of paper, She tasted both the sweet and bitter silhouettes, Seen the landscapes of beauty and goodbyes, Heard the slow and reckless heartbeats of the melodies played, Smelled the familiar scent that lingered through the morning and midnight air, Felt the … Continue reading Muted Hues
Thanks, Pen
I pity my pen for it will soon run out of its blood fulfilling the responsibility it has for me. Thanks anyway for extending my life, for allowing it to flow through my veins, and to pump blood in my hollow heart. You always feel for me and find words for me. For witnessing how … Continue reading Thanks, Pen
Free Falling
The feeling was like free falling myself in the nth floor of a building. After several years of wearing complete gears and obeying safety procedures, I removed its embrace from my body. The moment I was about to set my foot on the edge of the building, I knew, I was already brave enough to … Continue reading Free Falling
If Only
If only I could press your shaking hands tightly, enough to make you feel secured If only I could let you lean upon my shoulder, enough for you to release your sighs If only I could look into your tired eyes and wash your tears away with my gentle hands, enough for you to feel … Continue reading If Only
The 10,000 tries and cries
Hi all! It's been a long time since I last uploaded my piece here. Last season had been tough for me. And I brought you these writings of a bruised soul in her quest of finding her identity again. I wanna share these (next writings) so we could see life and its thorns just as … Continue reading The 10,000 tries and cries
The Running Father
I bowed my head as I walked towards that house. I could hardly take a gaze. And my leg—they seemed to weight double. I hear my chest scream into my senses begging to turn my back but still, I insisted because my stomach has been growling and it was days ago since I have last … Continue reading The Running Father
Confronting Pain
“In the very place you have been hurt, is where you will get healing too” This passage has created a deep bearing in me. There are people who influence us in how we talk, dress, act and think. As a psychology graduate, I always know that there are negative behaviors in every person and most … Continue reading Confronting Pain
Winter Dreams and Late Summer Skies
What is with the gushing stream— that I begin to hear the cold cries of those winter dreams? What is with the wood fire— that I begin to feel the warmth of those late summer skies?
Yours
Dark clouds start to cover up the sky, So is my what, how and why. Heart falling in disdain, Staggering gasps of deep pain. Words stumble over and over again, Leaving my soul distressed, tired and broken. Strength has also made its way out, And I could already hear my fall like a shout. … Continue reading Yours
Writer’s Struggle
Words dancing in my head Pleading for me to lay it on its bed Waiting for the clock to tick its last Inviting my hands to have a letter blast Tempting me to never stop Like the chocolate syrup dripping from the ice cream top It's whispering "hey get your sword." "Be quick and … Continue reading Writer’s Struggle
Escapes and Spaces 