The story I have been writing for so long has finally come to an end.
I choose to leave it open-ended,
for I am weary of hurting myself.
Now, I will follow what I should have done long ago.
I will let God write the rest, trusting in His process,
So I may find peace and live the life His grace has given me.
Indeed, you are a good dream and It's time for me to stop dreaming.
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 8:20 AM UTC
Wednesday evening,
I went to church
to pray, to worship God.
With a small amount of coins
left in my wallet,
enough for that night’s fare,
I thought I’d go home
with an empty pocket.
But God showed up
and provided my needs.
A hundred pesos, folded in four,
I found it in my bag,
safe and secure.
A fare for church on Sunday
is now sure.
Praise the Lord, praise Jesus,
the One and only
who can do this miracle.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 10:05 AM UTC
Sunday, 10:00 p.m. feels impossibly late,
and here I am, listening to a playlist
I curated at eight,
thinking of someone I miss—
someone miles away.
Earlier, around 3:00 p.m.,
a message arrived by mistake:
a photo of him,
standing at the pulpit,
his face lit with purpose.
He thinks his hair looks bad—it doesn’t.
I think he could borrow these eyes of mine.
He’s the one I once imagined a future with,
the only person
I never dared confess to.
So I place these feelings
where they can do no harm—in poems,
where names stay hidden
and peace remains intact.
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 8:39 AM UTC
My phone is filled with confessions,
every word, every line, a devotion.
All of it is part of a conversation
I have with God in every prayer session.
I always told Him about you—
He knows how deeply I admire you.
In every prayer I ever made,
your name was always included,
and I know it’s been heard
a hundred times over.
Maybe one day
you’ll stumble upon one of my poems.
Read it slowly.
Don’t linger too long on the imagery—
look instead for the lesson,
for the quiet growth
of a poet’s love
learning how to act.
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 10:07 AM UTC
As I continue to venture through love,
each day reveals something new.
It isn’t the love I see on television—
easy, scripted, always in bloom.
Love can ache.
Love asks for sacrifice.
Love learns the language of rejection.
And yet—there is John 3:16,
and the quiet command of 2 John 1:6.
Love is patient.
Love is kind.
Love does not fail—
as Scripture reminds me
in Corinthians and in Romans.
Still, the greatest of these
will always be love.
So when I begin to question what love is,
I return to its Author,
its first breath,
its beginning.
Because
God
Is
Love.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 12:54 AM UTC
Ten times we met, eight moments framed,
A nine-chapter story where your presence has claimed.
With dozens of verses written for you
I offer one prayer, eternal and true:
May God lead your steps, and fulfil every dream
With a smile as bright as a morning beam,
May you run with strength till your journey is done,
Keeping the faith till the race has been won.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 9:28 AM UTC
If one day I stop writing songs about you,
Or can no longer craft a poem that describes you,
It doesn’t mean my love has reached its end.
It only means I have finally conquered my deceitful heart
The place where "what ifs" linger and delusions start.
You remain my favorite chapter of my twenties,
And the one person I will always carry in my prayers.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 10:04 AM UTC
They say one is lucky to be a poet’s muse,
But a poet is luckier for the inspiration they use.
Their creativity blossoms and grows day after day,
Yet they must guard their hearts so they don’t go astray.
For every poem is a lesson, every rhyme a test,
Until the day comes when even the poet must rest.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 2:31 AM UTC