how do you do it? how do you easily move forward from everything we’ve been through? you’ve moved on so swiftly that a year with me seemed nothing but days of frivolities. i want to know how you do it, how make it seem so easy. i’m uncertain if this is what i see, but... Continue Reading →
I found you in the most unlikely way, but really it was you who found me. I was miserable before we met; I was a mess. I had no direction, I had no purpose in life, and I had no idea what I wanted. When you came, I was hesitant, not because I wasn’t sure... Continue Reading →
you knew how i was broken, how i didn’t have enough of myself. you knew from the start: i had doubts, i was insecure, i felt inadequate, i was hurt. you knew i had my guards up, my walls towering, myself protected. i surrendered all these to you because you showed me that you knew.... Continue Reading →
I stood up; you looked at me, and moved your stare away.Those eyes, those self-same eyes that used to look at mewith passion, love, affection. Now, they look at mewith disgust, ignorance, oblivion—nothing. I see nothingin those eyes but the bitterness of broken friendship and lovethat has not been consummated.Gone were the days where friendship... Continue Reading →
It’s September 19, and I am on my way home. “I’ll be back before October, Dad, so eat your meals and take your medicine.” Those were the last words I remember telling my father. This morning, I hurriedly finished my exam, went to my dorm room, packed my things, and rushed to the terminal to... Continue Reading →
You dwell in silence; I thrive in loquacity. You study the human body; I dissect language and pieces of literature. You color the world with your songs; I, through my poems. You tell stories thru your paintings; I, through my prose. You race in sunshine; I dance in the rain. You are forgivingly resentful; I... Continue Reading →
Ever since I was a kid, I seldom find my mind inside my head. I would always find it floating somewhere else: in the past, the future, in the present but at some other places or in some parallel universes where I am a prince, a warrior, a savior, or whatever—but of course I have super... Continue Reading →
I am a writer. I write for anyone and everyone who hires my service. But I am also a poet. And I only write poems for those that I deem worthy of my affection and every form of my deepest positive emotion. Because some things are better left unsaid but are best written. The rain... Continue Reading →
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