Ang amung kahayag sa balay
punu ug pangaliya ug pagmahal.
Siya ang naghatag ug kahayag sa amung dalan nga gitungha arun dili masala-ag.
Iyang kahayag mihatag ug kainit nga punu sa gugma.

Apan, wa damha

Na upus na ang iyang kahayag
Ug usa nalamang ka asu nga hinay-hinayng
Nahanaw.
Napawng.
ubanan sa Kangit-ngit.

Ondo! Hain naman tong atong kasabutan
nga kita maghigugma-ay pooreber?
Ni bugnaw nalang ning kape
og ni gahi nalang ang pan,
sa sigeg huwat nimu  nga ma-abot ka
sa akung atubangan.
Ako gikapoy na og susama sa  kapeng bugnaw
nga nahanaw ang katam-is
og napuno sa kapa-it akung dughan.

Dear John,

         I don't know why I am writing this letter, but one thing is for sure, feelings are starting to acquire my cardiac system and I starting to be a bait of this emotions. This obscure feelings is to arduous to handle.
           My faceless prince, who saves my sullen night. Your my favorite illusion, who awakens me every night. May this fantasies collaborate with reality and we can have our happy endings till eternity.
           I know, we've never met, but ,someday, somehow fate will lead us to each others arms. Destiny guides our wandering hearts.
          Don't worry, I'm just here--waiting, patiently waiting, even if, it takes me forever.
          I love you!

Yours Truly,
S

She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”
― *Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

black velvet Sky
glittery, sugary stars
cool winter breeze
melody is playing from an orchestra of crickets
I'm lying here, in these mint green grass king size bed
and munching the mouthwatering--- freedom.

Hangga't  umaapaw pa ang angat dam
sa iyo pa rin ang aking  pagmamahal.
Hangga't  bahain pa ang downtown
isusulong natin to, mahal.
Hangga't  usog pagong ang trapik sa daan
ang pintig  nang puso ay ikaw.
Ganyan kita  kamahal,
matibayng  isusulong at ipaglalaban
ang pag-ibig na walang hanggan.

a boy told me:

I like staring at her dreamy hazelnut eyes.
I love caressing her slender body.
I want to stroke my long fingers on her brunette hair.
I fancy her snow white skin complexion.
I adore her kissable lips
and I'm yearning to give her my mischievous kiss.



and I told myself:

"I wish I am the girl he is talking about."

How to move on?
I really don't know.
Moving on don't have formulas
or systematic process to follow.
It depends on you.
It all up to you, on how you can handle and carry on the
external and internal pain.

I don't own you,
I must set you free.

I don't own you,
I can't make you stay.

I don't own you,
I can't control your destiny.

I don't own you, the Creator has his own way to make you happy.

I've moved on.
but she stalks at his profile
all day long

I've moved on.
but she kept the photographs
of their unsuccessful love

I've moved on.
but she always visit the momentous event
of their love and wanted it back

How ironic,
people says they've moved on
but deep inside there's still
something wrong

Lies?
Well, I had enough of that,
So just keep your mouth shut
And stop spoon-feeding me with your pathetic lies.
Sorry to decline your offer but I don't like lies for my dessert tonight

Rain, Turn on the music of your thunder's splendid sound,
strike your magnificent  lighting on the ground.
Your frigid wind shivers my soul within.
Every drop of rain cascades my rosy cheeks
How sweetly the rain kisses my parted lips.

oh rain, drench me with your love,
don't stop pouring your affection in my heart.
The gloomier the day,
the gladder I'd be;
The darker the world,
the brighter my heart would be.

Thoughts like a spool of thread
Tangled words left unsaid
I love you! is my masterpiece.

Stab that dagger across my heart
I want to feel the pain, inch by inch
slowly slashing my rib cage, across my lungs
and into my gloomy heart.

Tell me you need me
Tell me you like me too
How can I be happy?
when  I'm the only one,
whose falling deeply in love with you.

Yes, I'm the weirdest of all weird
Call me fool or dumb will do
I'm just here silently admiring you.

Soul of a lonely heart,
shedding his tears
wandering in the forest of fear
carrying shattered dreams

Soul of a lonely heart
is embracing the pain
rehabilitating the wounds in the past
scars needs to be define

Soul of a lonely heart
flapping his big wings
cruising in wonderland
where he can find serenity again

“I don’t have to be so afraid of good-bye, because good-bye doesn’t have to be forever.”
― Jenny Han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before

“Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's the part of the risk. I don't want to be scared anymore.”
― *Jenny Han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before

If, one day,  a fairy went to my room and grant me a wish, I would ask her to give a one day tour at fairy tale land.

First, I will seek Cinderella and introduce her the new released washing machine.  I will give her an elegant Primadonna shoes and create an escalator in Prince Charming's castle for her convenience.

Next, I will wake up Aurora from her nightmare with my full blast metallic rock music. I will give her the gift of gorgeousness and she will be called "The Sleeping Gorgeous".

I  will look for Rapunzel's hidden castle and give her a new pixie cut hair. I will suggest her to have an elevator in her elevated castle. I can endorse her Prince the microphone, so it would be effortless for him to shout  "Rapunzel! Let down your hair".

I will also go to Snow White and add bananas, mangoes and cream to her apple and give her the recipe of fruit salad. To maintain her white skin, I will give her BB cream and cherry red lipstick from Mac, for her kissable lips.

Lastly, I will take a photo with the fairy tale characters and post it on Instagram, with a caption "TOUCH DOWN! FAIRY TALE LAND"

Punch me right in my face,
with  your harsh words
until I feel numb
and realize, how dumb I am
to fall in love with a swan

bump my head to the wall,
to forget the existence of
me and you.

stab my heart with your mighty sword,
to stop this gloomy feeling
that weakens my totality.

Every blink of the screen,
she sees his affection
through pix elated font forming
into I Love You.

She can feel the radiation
keeping their relationship, alive and electrifying.
The satellites are always on their side.

Her heart beats so fast
to the ringtone of his high-tech heart.
Every keypad pressed
are thousand sweet words expressed.

The radiation won't keep us apart,
signals will bridge our undying love.
Cause, as long we have this electronic gadgets,
I know we are in love.

It's five o'clock in the morning
and I'm sitting here at the bench park
-- alone and waiting.
I stared on the green grass but my mind is somewhere.
My body shivers due to the morning air.

Then, suddenly I began to ask questions
why I am here, alone and waiting?
Whom should I be waiting?
do I need to wait this long? or should I just stop waiting and go home?