the most frustrating thing
when it comes to a writer
is when everything
every word, every letter,
isn't enough to give justice to
the captivating picture of you
in the afternoon:

soaked in sweat,
grinning foolishly,
striking up a conversation
about coffee,
and how unhealthy it is
for me to drink
three cups straight,
to stay awake,

yet the bittersweet taste
stains my lips.

it spills down my throat,
covers my lungs,
and drowns them
with the addicting aroma
of coffee beans
and lazy dreams,
until i cannot seem
to breathe,

and the only thing
i can ever do
is to spill ink
for you.

Minsan talaga hindi ko na alam
     kung bakit pa ako naghihintay
At kung ako naman ay lalaban
     para saan pa ba iaalay.

Minsan hindi ko na alam
     kung bakit pa ako umaasa
At kung titigil naman
     nangangapa ako ng rason para tumuloy pa.

Minsan hindi ko na rin alam
     kung bakit pa ako humihiling
At kung itatapon ko nalang
     hinahabol naman ako ng mga bituin.

Minsan hindi ko alam
     kung bakit nakakaya ko pang magbigay
At kung ako naman ay tatanggi
     hindi ko rin makita ang saysay.

Minsan hindi ko na alam
     kung bakit pa kita minamahal
At kung susubukan kong magdahilan
     naiisip ko pa ring sumugal.

Minsan hindi ko na rin alam
     kung bakit hindi pa ako sumusuko
At kung ihihinto na
     sarili ko rin lang ang aking niloloko.

Minsan hindi ko na talaga alam
     minsan hindi ko na mahanap ang kasagutan
Ngunit sana makahanap ako ng kasiguraduhan
     *kahit minsan lang.

Life is a
constant pull
between
running &
fighting

and

your brain
tricks you
into believing
that

nobody cares.

It is all in your head.
Not in your heart.

Every day that you wake up,
you have a choice
to be better
or worse
than the day before.

And even if there
is no point to
this life-

let that be a reason
to ignore
all of the people
that drain you
of your energy
and let go of
the problems
you CANNOT control.

This world is
temporary.
This pain is
temporary.
This moment
is temporary.

And so are you.

Please,
smile more.
Laugh more.
Express more.
Do everything you can to
leave your mark.

There is no concept of time,
anymore.

There is only you
and what you adore;

keep it.

In almost downfalls,
fled tragedies,
And in tired lifts,
decaying comedies
- a relief.

She looked at the fading view
          of the shore
               its golden sand
               its line of trees
               and the little movements      
               of the ocean trying to    
               reach it
She smiled and told herself
It is not what she wants anymore
This time it is no longer a lie.