l was never romantic. Roses meant nothing, but just flowers my mother used to grow in her garden. Chocolate was nothing, but something that pleases me when l am depressed. l was never romantic. Candle lights? Well, they are a sign we haven’t paid our electric bill. Love Songs? Those are the stuff they play... 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 →
I have written about this about three years ago, but I was not able to finish writing all my thoughts before they faded. Last night, a simple conversation with a close friend (for privacy purposes, let us call him Patrick Gattoc [note: this is his real name by the way]), I was able to remember... 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 →
Two souls meet: one a serenader, the other a poet. The serenader makes the weary world move with his serenades, singing the tune of life’s delight. A seagull in flight to the heights of freedom, free to explore the depths and heights of life’s twilight. His voice lures, ignites poetic fires, tickles every inch of... Continue Reading →
One of the perks of being an editor is that you get to read amazing manuscripts first before they turn into best-selling books in the future, let alone the fact that you are part of the production of it. So being an editor, you can actually brag when a book you edited becomes a best... Continue Reading →
Lately, I have been grumpy and impulsive. I know it was and is bad of me to suddenly raise my voice when, in fact, you did nothing wrong. Perhaps it is because of the fact that I get unsatisfied cravings or maybe because of the things I have to think about—work, family, bills, and many... Continue Reading →
I have memorized these lines before, but still my tongue falters. I gathered all my strength to speak what I feel about you, yet every time a smile paints in your lips, I render myself defenceless. How I wanted to tell you that my world is complete because of your presence, yet your presence alone,... Continue Reading →
The words I read froze my heart, the roof caved in, the walls got closer, I was shrinking, yet getting older the way I feel, I wish you knew, but the words wont leave so now I'm screwed. I swear I try, I try so hard, pieces don't fit, I cry so hard I need... Continue Reading →
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