to our ignorance, it wasn’t here

every laugh, smile, and tear

filled every breath i took

hence, no breath was enough for me to look

under the dirt where the spoken words rest

or up the sky where the birds quest

all the sunlit smiles that i can breathe

fill the ennui hidden beneath

with you far away and somewhere

every place i visit overflows with air

A perfect man died on the cross for our sins.

He who was God.
He who was human.

He who was most merciful.
He who was kindest.
He who was most patient.

He who loved us most.
My Father, my Father, our Father.
Oh, what beautiful love You have.
I am undeserving of Your grace and mercy, yet you call me by my name, as I crawl my way into Your Kingdom.

You carried my sins as Your own, and all You ask from me is to walk by Your side.
To find solace in Your never-ending love and to become more like You.

How come You are kind to me?
How come You love me?

I am just an untalented artist, too slow to understand, yet too quick to speak.
I am just another student. Too busy to even bother, yet too free to care excessively.
I am just another human. Bound to sin, yet shame encapsulates me like the Earth's atmosphere.

God, I am scarred and flawed.
I am anxious and tired.
I am impatient.
I am ungrateful.
I am weak. I am weak.
I am Your prodigal child.
Prideful. Full of wrath.
Words, too quiet.
Actions, too small!
All these do not reflect Your Name!

Father….
Yet you’ve shown the same grace and mercy to me.
To this ambitious body.
To this deceitful heart.
To my incomplete soul.
To me, oh Lord, You have loved me just the same.
I am undeserving. I am truly undeserving.

When a love this great was given to me, these wounds turned into scars, healed and saved.
For You have lifted my soul.
Lead the way. Carve the path.
Strengthen me with Your grace!

Take my heart. Take my heart, it is Yours.

This flawed being—once a sinner, scarred then healed, and fearful turned brave—may you become more like our Father.

For you have given me a love that is unconditional, I pray I become more like You, dear Lord.
For what pleases my Father.
For Your will be done.

Don't you love it?

Summer's gone, and so will August.
Time will continue to pass, and so will words.
Poems, songs, and psalms.
Every word I utter in this tiny room will fade into midnight light---when dark engulfs and the lamp is my guiding fire.

Cold air enters and tickles my feet.
I crave the beach and the salty air.
Bring me back to June and let me feel it all again.
I see blue and white 'til Sun arrives.
He paints the skies orange, and then Night comes.
She brought clouds and stars, they chase each other.

Across the galaxies, I watch my dreams live.
Purple, blue, and pink---they call me to dance and prance from world to world.
The stars are my steps and the planets are my stairs.
Nothing's the height and everything's the limit.

Midnight's my friend. Will this end?
Twilight will arrive, and so will dawn.

I write in deep admiration of you, dear night.
Our time has come, but another will arrive.
'Til then, I await.

Ako ay may anino at
Sinusundan niya ako
‘Gang sa tanghaling tapat
Dito’y ‘di makakibo.

an alien---sharper eyes and softer lies,
ink-stained hands and paper planes,
calloused fingers reach out to you,
bluer skies, she's got less to say,
for clouds, they fill her mind,
hopes, passions, and fears,
her peculiarity, known,
a cut just in between,
barely noticeable
---descended.