we were taught we are disposable
and equipped with liquids, minerals and gold to preserve our fading beauty
because our charm is our only fluence
and it's a language with an expiration date

Every Tuesday night
From January to April
The highlight of my night
Was a chocolate croissant.

I would sit and listen
To theories and methods,
Literature and research,
And on break I would have one.

I would order it each night
With salivating anticipation.  
As I handed over my money
They put it in the oven.  

And each night
They would call out
"Chocolate croissant?"
And I would grab the bag.

I would devour that morsel
With joy and elation,
And as I felt it go down
My chest would warm -

Not only from
The warm croissant,
But also from the joy
Warming my heart.

It was the best part
Of those horrible evenings
Of literature and research
Theory and methods.

Sometimes,
If I was feeling spicy,
I would get two -
One on each break...

And sometimes
On Thursdays
I would get two more
For History and PR.

Yes,
Those chocolate croissants
Got me through
My last semester of college.

When I was feeling stressed,
Or feeling down
From the subject matter,
I would eat one,

And I would feel better.
And I bet
As you are reading this
You want one.

Do yourself a favor,
Go buy yourself
A chocolate croissant -
And enjoy it.  

Let it help you escape
From your worries
And your cares
For about 90 seconds

As you devour that
Delicious pastry.
And let it warm your chest
With chocolate and joy.

On these lonely nights of boredom,
As the clock strikes a quarter past one
Her heavy heart burns with an unnamed emotion
As the tears come undone.

She listens to those gloomy songs and wonders why?
Why does she feel so lonely in walls of her home?
Why do people leave her when they promised that they won't?
Why is life so unfair when she has been so good?
Why didn't she grasp the opportunity when she could?

All these questions burden her pretty little mind.
And she loses herself to a dream-less sleep of some kind.
If only someone could make her realise.. that she doesn't need a shoulder to rise.
She is herself capable of winning and escaping from the mayhem in her life.

Guns and bullets.
Destroy dreams Of a kid who lost a father,
A son to a mother,
And a love to be surrender.

Body laid on the ground,
Lifeless,
Covered with his own blood.
Poured in his land.

Serving
Peace ,
For us to sleep,
At ease.

Their life,
Dreams,
And sacrifice.
Is enough.

Their battle,
Will never be won,
When we always think,
For our own instead for our nation.

Filipino ,
**** Filipino?
Where is the love and peace,
Mga kababayan  ko? (My countrymen)

Tagapagligtas naming sundalo(soldier),
You're a hero,
In a heart of every Filipino.
Remembering  you.

Leave me,
and darling, let me go.
If you never loved me,
never let me know.
Your smile was my sunshine,
and now it's the pouring rain.
Your laughter sounded like love,
but now all I hear is pain.
The roses have died.
It's petals are decaying on the floor.
I thought the day would never come.
But the stars don't shine anymore.
What if I made things right?
I'd take out the flowers I hid.
What if I made things right?
If only.

If only I did.

You promised.
You said you'd leave me never.
You also taught me

that nothing can last forever.

Little fingers, little toes
It's such a joy to watch you grow
Big bright eyes that greet the day
A crinkled nose with a smile that shines my way
Messy faces at supper time
Couches like mountains that you just have to climb
The wonders of this world seen through your eyes
Such a truly beautiful prize
Child of my child
You have me so beguiled