We had our chance.
We had our time.
We tried,
But it did not work.

It's hard to admit,
But maybe this lifetime
Was not just meant
For you and me.

One of the best gifts that we can have is a mother’s love.
Her affection comes in various ways and in different forms.
One is for our naked eyes to see and the other thing is
A warm presence that only our heart could feel.

A gentle smile, a good advice, a warm hug, or a gentle tap.
Daily breakfast with an occasional shout or rant,
A long-distance call from a faraway land.
Whether it’s a big thing or small she has her ways to do it all.

A composed equilibrium to balance chores and duty call.
A quality time for the family, and a little “kumustahan with her kumare.’’
A woman with only one mind but with a big heart,
A precious gift from God to humankind.

To all the moms out there, we appreciate you more than ever.
Bear in mind that you can be our own personal hero too.
Thank you for being wonderfully you.
Happy Mother’s Day!

The winter breeze
hugs me tight,
and my heart becomes
as cold as ice.

No one dares
to keep me warm
nor bring back its fire.


Because doing so
means you have to die.

I heard you called my name
as your arms starts
to wrap around her waist.

The time begun to freeze
then suddenly I couldn't think.
I calm myself and clench my fist.

I savor the moment
before  I quietly turn my back
and slowly walk away.

And  I do not know
if my heart should be flutter
or it would just be left in vain.

Because your heart still remembers me
only that it is not I
that your eyes can see.

It's a rainy afternoon
In front of the elevator door.
We're waiting at its doorstep
Wishing for it to open soon.

Suddenly your hands land on my shoulder,
Then you look at me with that sly smile of yours.
I'm not quite sure if you'd already know
How I cover up with a gentle nudge, just so my emotions won't show.

Boy, you know what? I'm starting to like you more;
Only that it feels so wrong.
Am I only dreaming?
or am I just being blinded by these thoughts:

Happy feels.
Elated emotions.
That "kilig" factor, and
The picture of us being together.

If I can't get out of this mess
Just hear my plea tho.

Please stop making me fall,
If it will end up on me being all alone;
For I know where your heart
Truly belongs.

It's already taken
By that ******* your wallpaper
Whose contact detail
Is your favorite set of numbers.

I heard yet another familiar thud.
That moment I knew,
It’s gonna be another maddening night.

A hard kick on the sofa.
Punch on the wall.
Bruise in my body.
Shattered glass lying on the floor.

That alarming gaze,
It pierces through my soul.

Agonizing pain.
Horrified look.
Tormenting trauma.

An endless push and pull in this rabbit hole.
I'm too tired of this cycle.

And with the minimum strength left in me,
I escaped through the enticing sound of slumber.

Alas, this is peace.