It is a unique
art of speaking
the language
of the heart.

Huwag kang pumukol ng puno ng niyog na hindi mo kayang saluhin ang mga bunga nito.

Huwag kang gumawa ng sarili **** ulan at mang-gagalaiti kung bigla kang tinamaan ng kidlat.

I am many things, quietly,
A poet whose words flow softly through the stillness,
A writer, shaping thoughts into words
That speak when silence is too loud.

In art, I find my voice—
A visual artist, crafting from dreams,
Letting colors spill where they may,
Shaping moments that feel like they've always existed.

But I am also hands that build,
A builder, laying stones to form something lasting,
Designing spaces where ideas and reality meet,
Where simple things become more than they seem.

And when the world demands structure,
I walk in the realm of reason,
Working with systems and numbers,
Not as a master, but as one who listens,
Helping them find their place.

Imagination is my quiet guide,
A spark that moves both thought and action,
For I do not only think—I feel,
And let my heart lead the way.

I am no grandmaster of any single thing,
But a humble creator,
Working with hands, mind, and soul,
Ever learning, ever doing,
With pride, but never boasting,
For the art I create is simply the best of me.

You stand tall
But your shadow is thin
A hollow echo of who you pretend to be.
Your words fall like brittle dry leaves--
Broken and empty.
Scattered by the wind that dares to blow.

She claims she's seen a pink cow,
And danced on rainbows—don't ask me how!
Her stories stretch from here to Andromeda,
She once sold moonlight in glass jars!
...But nope it's nonsense every time.
Her tale of stories where nothing's ever true!

Tongues dance in shadows,
Stories bend and shift like smoke,
None hold their own weight.

You are the melody of my heart,
In your embrace, I find my home.
The wind carries your name,
A soft whisper, gentle as dawn.
You are a butterfly.

Fleeting, yet full of grace,
A sky within my gaze,
My eyes hold you, unwilling to part,
You are a butterfly.

Come, wander through my garden,
Where every bloom reflects my gaze,
Flowers bow to you in silence,
Like the feelings I cannot say.

May you land, so close to me,
I will guard you, never to harm,
Among the blossoms, trust in my care,
In their quiet embrace, you are safe.

Do not fear, my love,
For my heart wraps you in its warmth.

Life's fleeting moments,
Laughter echoes, tears fall down,
Time slips through our hands.