You gave me a treasure,
More lovely than anything
—my heart

Are you trapped in a path you've started?
Thinking you are never good enough,
Always sleeping with doubt,
If you have ended your day right?

We often pursue things because we like it.
But do we love it?
Enough to spend almost all your life doing it?

You are in a path youve chosen.
God has guided you there.
To fail is okay.
To doubt is okay.
To be late is okay.
To achieve and not to do anything with it is okay.

How great it is for people
who are uncertain in life
to try and do their best in something.
Trying and doing is searching.
And searching is living.

I was trying to write about the sun,
the potted plants outside our window,
and the sound of vehicles on the street..

Here I am lying, facing our screen door, trying to think of how to make a good poem out of it. .

I closed my eyes, and all my senses are working.

"I can't think of a good poem right now . ."

It is just that today, I am so glad I am alive.
I feel like, I need to do something before I ran out of life, againn..

a strong grip,
will surely hurt . .

------( cut this part out )--------
L o n g   e n o u g h ,

Nails will be blades,
To dig your bones,
Blood will be poison,
That'll fill those holes  .
Fingers cracking
As they fall.
A sound so deafening,
Your eyes explode.
Craters expand,
Blood overflow.
Limbs turned ashes:
**A  D e f i l e m e n t
B e y o n d   r e f o r g e .

Have you ever thought,
That every poem born,
Is   l i f e ?

They grow an  i n ch
For every soul they touch.
And as they age, senile
Emotions once felt,
T h e y   d i e.

You see,
In people's lives
There are a lo t  of  s ta rs
left  *u n to u ch e d
And if they sparkle
A t  ni g h t,
Know that, it is
the wr i t er 's   s o ul
That gives it spark, but it is
the  re a d er's  he a r t
That makes it  s h i ne .
And the one
Who makes it fall,
Are those who wish you
The b e s t s  in  l i fe .

H a v e   y o u   s e e n
The sky where our eyes meet,
The air where our skin touch,
And the sun that put flames,
To our hearts?

The pounding of the birds' wings,
C a n  y o u  f e e l ?

H a v e   y o u   s e e n
How time made us blind,
How our inactions **** our mights,
How clouds made us doubt,
The vision once clear we had?

And as the plants grew
At spring,
C a n  y o u  s e e** ,
How they blossom
alone in numbers,
Just left at is
For every person
To wonder?

H a v e   y o u   s e e n
The smoking poison,
On your palm,
To **** every living,
With a touch
By sending them to ash?
And how it made
You feel thorns
Growing on your soul
Because for once
You believe you are cure
But for some you are
Death for sure.

And thus,
You live like a bird
Who only lands
To a place
Where your pounding wings
Can be heard.
Where the only cage
To trap you dear
Is   t h i s   w o r l d .

There are cars
Who go straight ahead,
But there are some
Who lose breaks and crash. .
Just like in the movies,
Where a villain cut
Some engine string,
With an evil grin, succeeds.
And I was like:

     "  Dang! Beware of the truck. .no! no! Go for the tree at the side!!  "

But instead, it fell from a rocky cliff.

Suddenly, the camera
Went to the body, ******
Hands holding the wheel

(   E  x  p  l  o  s  i  o  n  s .  .   .  )

There in the next scene,
A picture frame fell . .
Cracked on the part
Where the victim's face is.

Gusto ko ng isa
" Yun oh! Yung hawak ni
Manong nag-titinda. . "
Itatali ko sa aking kamay
Habang lumilipad
Sa distansyang abot ko pa,
" Oo, yung color blue ah! "
Teka ilan nalang ba
Ang naipon kong barya?
" Hmm. . Aba aba, sobra pa kaya! "
Inipon ko 'to ng kay tagal
Mga baon na bigay ni nanay.

Itatali ko sa aking kamay,
Sabay naming babayuhin
Ang kalsada papuntang simbahan. .

" Sino yung umiiyak? "
Ahh, lumipad ang lobo niya.
Yung bata, kawawa naman. .
Kahit bilhan ulit ng Nanay,
Sige pa rin ang ngawa. .

" Ano nga bang meron sa lobo niya? "

" Bakit nga ba sila lumilipad? "

Ito yung lobong
Masarap tignan sa kalangitan
Di pwde itali ng matagal
Sasabit-sabit kung saan-saan
Kalaunan, puputok nalang.
Kaya sige, aking bibitawan na. .

"Sige lipaaaad! "
Diyan ka nababagay
Sa langit, tanaw ng madla
Malayo para aking silayan pa
Kinagagalak kong bitawan ka.

Pero wait diba uso,
Yung may kasamang sulat?
" Sigeee exciting, "
Lagyan natin para masaya :

                                 
     "  S a l a m a t .  "

Whispers from
Your breath
Has crossed the skies,
The heaven speaks louder
Than the thunder in my heart. .
Gratitude flies,
Ocean waves has turned
Stepping forward,
My tears overflow. .

Now, let me speak the hue of the earth:

Thank you HP Friends
For your prayers
They have been heard.

(Graduating from College this June 2017 :)

That girl sitting
On the wooden bench,
Has become
An uninspired writer,
Who failed to stay in love.
She was reading a book
Under the shade
Of a burning sun,
Lifted some pages,
As if her skin never hurt.
To stay on the same page for long
Makes it hard to reach
The next chapter
She was longing for.
But once, she forgot some good lines
Turned the pages back,

" Ahhh, yes. This line is good. . ."

Mouth curved like
Her breakfast cereal bowl earlier.

(Turned the pages ahead again. . .)

The story unfolds too fast
she never had time to think
Of the burning sun,
And some old good lines. .

*That girl has become
An uninspired writer
But a persistent reader
Of her life.

Hello to my friends here in HP!

I would like to ask for your *prayers as I will be taking my last examination in College this coming whole week. .

I know that my plea would not amount to the helpless concerns of many people on planet Earth. .but this is very important to me. And no matter how much hardwork I put in, I am nothing without God. .

I have lived 9 years of my life only looking at school(demanding course), that's why I wanted to take another leap now so I can open new doors in my life, so I could do everuthing that I wanted to do, freely without regrets.

After this, I would be taking up a licensure exam by the end of this year, and hopefully, hopefully everything goes well for me and for my friends who've equally put as much effort as they can. .

In this world, we have our own circumstances which I greatly respect. No matterhow small or big it is, if it brings you closer to who you will be in the future, then it is worth pursuing, it is worth praying for.

Thank you.

There's a creature that lives
outside this house,
under the left side window,
whispering dispersed breaths
of echoing luminiscence. .

It never goes in,
No matter how wide
You open the window. .
But its' soul creeps in,
Swallowing the air inside . .
Like it wasn't here,
But it lives within your skin. .
B e t w e e n    the   g a p s
You can't even see.
It digs on the surface,
To taste your blood cold.

You look around,
But it wasn't there. .
You started sitting on the corner
Beside the bed
Holding your head,
Covering your ears.

And when the dark clouds
Start to overshadow the land,
You see its shadow

S l o wly,    sl o w  l y. .

         Peeking in.

You held your heart.

W a i t i n g** .  .  .
We needed time to grow for ourselves.

And from there,
We are so sure that the future exist in a glimpse.

In that moment, we'll eventually be together.
But It just ended up too long. . .

Too long,
We grew    a   p  a  r  t  .

And we realize we're not same person anymore.

I had a dream
Of someone telling me of his dreams.
Of how hundred doors exist,
Of thin white paper sheets.
Of how those knobs shine,
Of glittering gold blitz.
Of why he should choose one,
Of how the other doors would be gone.

I had a dream
Of someone telling me of his dreams.
Of how he chose a door
That never exist.

the universe is swaying
like an  o c e a n   o f   s t a r s
and with a drop, sends
Shining light falling. .

A daytime shooting star
Has sprouted in me.

She's a stone. .
No, her heart is a  b o u l d e r . .
Can't be moved in force.
You need to break her into pieces first!

She's a flower ***. .
No, her mind is a towering  t r e e . .
Bear that she don't mind losing some leaves,
Rotten ones, go and fall to the seas!

She's a half moon.
No, her smiles are  e c l i p s e .
A sight to behold, but there's darkness
Once seen, could send death w/o peace!

She's a *** of liquid gold.
No, her eyes are  a s t e r o i d s. .
Falling endlessly,
Like gravity possessed space.

She's a sparkling gem.
No, her eyes are polished  d a g g e r s !
Without words she can ****,
That's how she seeks peace. .

In her, there's an  A t o m  o f   E v i l .
But a  U n i v e r s e  o f   L i g h t.
There's a blackhole of dust,
But colonies of stars. .

E v i l ,   y e t   l i g h t .
She lives, but never forgets.
A threshold too high, once full
Go hide under your blanket of scars!
Don't take a step, coz
It could be your last breath.

Once upon a time,
Too long ago, when ones' life depended
On sour candies,

I made an "ant backyard resort",

It is dedicated to give enjoyment
To the well industrious ants,
Not foreign to our land.

But a tragedy struck their fates,
With thuderstorms and ocean hurdles
They drowned lifeless,
And I saw their souls
Flying to heaven. .

I know they were mad at me,
For killing them. .
But such a fortuituous event!
Not my fault. .it rained that day!

That day they're suppose to be hiding in colonies. .
But they entered the shuttle going to the resort,
And they left the door opened.

The day after, the resort went bankrupt.
Nothing was left, just like magic that turned it to hardened sand.

Saving my totality's cost
from further damage,
Against an independent variability
Called  " t i m e ".

And w/ an intercept always constant
No matter how gradual time changes,
Made me  i n d i f f e r e n t ,
From this point forward.

Now, even if million constraints are made, BOTTOMLINE:
**It's only meant to break-even.

This journey is a
L  O  N  G    F  I  N  A  L  E
with peaks and bottom,
trends and depression,
Like line graphs that extend
As years gone by. . .

Every point is a stop, a record, a mark.

There is no end,
Coz you can still read this,
And this year is not the 70s
But the 17th year of the 20th Century!

I said: " I wont write.".
But my heart is spitting blood,
And internally, it is trapped. .
My mouth has been stitched by
Thousand threads, back and forth. .
Back and forth, it hurts.
Carving words on my eyes,
Like heavy bubbles that pop
Every second, endlessly falling,
Draining me lifeless of a soul.
It felt like it has departed,
Gone lightyears away.

But the sky is still clear, as ever
Made me think:

"Does the rain really falls equally on everyone? Does the stars shine brightly in everyone's eyes?"

My back has never been this heavy. .
I weep for someone who deserves the best
And now, I am the only one to give it.
It felt like my smiles are infrequent visitors
Who knock on windows, and not on doors.
I could live, drowning in my own sea.
But you should be on a boat,
That perfeclty befits your worth,
And I'll gladly be your hero.

So I ask the Lord:

"Please, do not let sadness consume her,
Or hatred disperse her will, coz
I am still here."

It is The Divinity, I heed.
Take my words, and I shall seek.
Let my soul be a chant,
I will sing if You'll permit:

*"Oh, please let me live longer
So I could fulfill my duty
THEN find my purpose of everlasting peace"

Kasi kahit anong gusto kong lagpasan ka, kailangan pa rin kita daanan.

Ang hirap kasi, andami kong oras na nasasayang. Pero kung wala ka, bakit pa ko gigising ng maaga? lagi kitang pinaghahandaan, ikaw lang ang nandyan sa 'twing mahuhuli ako ng lakad.

Isa kang paalala na kailangan kong maghintay, kailangan kong magtiyaga.

Di ako lilihis ng daan, para iwasan ka lang. Kasi mas nakita ko yung mga lugar na dinadaanan ko pala araw araw. Kesa noon, ang nakikita ko lang yung patutunguhan. Ngayon, parang ayaw ko na makarating sa paroroonan.

Pero sana wala ka nalang. Para di ako laging kinakabahan na,
"Huli na ko".

Everyday, I am walking
Heavier steps,
Deep breaths. .

Every night I chase,
For the moon
Up that sky. . .

It is dark. .
Too scared I cried
Whispered,

              "Dear God I'm tired. . "

The sky has buried us,
Deep down from reality,
Gravity as an accomplice.

             "What's beyond that sky,
                          Is it all just a lie?


        Am I a   s u b s t a n c e ?   Or
                         Merely a  f o r m?"
  

Every day, I am walking
Heavier steps,
Deep breaths. . .

S o m e t i m e s . . .
You can't help but look at
        P  I  C  T  U  R  E  S  
                Of Old Dead Tales. .

          "'Coz once upon a time,
 they were captured at the  m o m e n t . ."

and it just suddenly  E N D E D,
w i t h o u t     s u b s t a n c e
          living a bad aftertaste,
               that doesn't even
                        linger
                          on
­                            .

He is
The son of the sky.
Speaking hues,
Reflecting smiles,
You'll be blinded by his light.

He is
The son of the sky.
Slowly passing like the clouds,
One who made thunder
resonate a throbbing heart.
With eyes that see no boundaries,
He is endless as the seas.

He is everything
Beneath this sky.
Plant that sprout
In everyone's heart,
A seed that never dies.
He'll live in eternity,
Through what he called:  
**s m i l e s .

Someday,
I know my feelings will reach you. . .

Like a whisper in the wind,
I'll make your skin tingle,
Then paint black river,
Flowing down your cheeks. . .

I'll make your mouth appear
Like trampled cherries,
With poisoned arrows
Piercing your  h e a r t . . .

You'll die slowly, in regret
In     u t m o s t   s o r r o w  . . .
Then ill burn your flesh,
disperse it unto the wind . . .
A death so enlightening
Like the death of my feelings,
That killed you,
B y    t h e    w i n d . . .

My impossible dream is to
live in the historical times,
of floating castles,
and flying white pegasus.

To fly above the skies,
and see the city full of,
blooming irises.

To eat bread, cheese & soup,
after a long day's work.
Yeah, a girl dressed as a boy.

To ride a boat,
promising a future,
with my dearly beloved.

To run across the city market,
against a group of armored soldiers,
with their spears held up high.

To save a noble's carriage,
from a midnight's ambush.
To jump above a moving vehicle,
saving young girls enslave.

To hear sonnets,
and watch cultural plays,
of a tyrannic king,
and the hero of the masses.
Where revolution ignite,
without a sword,
without a single enemies' blood.
Just a hero, bringing peace,
to our dear land.

I shall weep for the demise
of my fellow comrades,
and the tragic fates,
of all pure hearts.

In the end,
I will plant a seed,
that can withstand any weather.
Then I shall look up in the sky, saying:

*"I HOPE MY PRAYERS SHALL PASS THROUGH TIME."

It is a  r e c o r d
Of the sudden impulse of mind,
Where   s u b c o n s c i o u s  
Was caught on act,
Reminiscing some past you can't fathom.
And so, you turned it into words,
That existed in  e v e r y   p a r t  of the world.
You extend beyond the skies,
And kindle the galaxy in soft touches of ink.
You named all the stars,
In search for your  l o s t   s o u l ,
Disintegrating to something bigger,
You havent noticed.
From there you understand,
That the  p e r s o n  you are,
Could be someone  g r e a t e r.
With such blinding passion.
In keen  p o s s e s i o n .

All because of your subconscious
Hiding truth from you,
Your mind gets amnesia,
But the  h e a r t  keeps beating in rhythm,
Turning every monotone
Into   c h a o s   m e l o d y.
So you grasp for air,
And hold your pen. . .

Pounding into   s  p a c e  ,
            Letting  f r e e d o m  sink in.

And that's how words became,
So beautiful. .
Because that is YOU.

But somehow,
Some of us lose ourselves,
In between.

And that's how beautiful it is.
You stop, to admire it for a second.

**S o    b e a u t i f u l . . .

Minsan sa mundo,
akala mo ikaw lang ang malas,
lahat hinahanapan mo ng butas.
Pero ang totoo,
Gusto mo lang tumakas. . .
'Yan! 'Yan ang labing may gatas!

Kinukutya mo ang gobyerno,
dahil di sila patas,
eh, sino nga b'ang nag-atas?
Paano tayo kakalas,
Kung wala naman tayong lakas?

Nagdedesisyon ka nga
ng di alam ang konstitusyon,
paano mo nalaman ang tamang solusyon?
Nilagay natin sila sa posisyon,
dahil nagbigay sila ng maraming kondisyon,
na lahat naman, ilusyon!

Eh, sino nga ba ang iboboto?
Kung halos lahat sila,
ang hanap, deboto!
Ano sila santo?
Oh, tingnan mo ko,
kung makapagsalita,
akala mo kung sino. . .
Sorry sa mga kritisismo . . .
Pero sa totoo lang yung gobyerno,
pinapadami lang yung mapupunta
sa impyerno.

Di ko nilalahat,
pero pano nga ba tumukoy?

Binigyan ng kapangyarihan,
para manindigan,
manilbihan sa bayan,
pero anong ginawa?
Pinabayaan.

Kaya yan,
dahil sa kahirapan,
lahat sabik sa pangako. . .
Kalaunan. . .pag pinaglaban mo,
ikaw pa ang matatakot!
Magsasaka nga, sariling ani,
iba ang humahakot. .

Ibang nagmatapang,
sila pang dinambangan!

Kaya ako, di nalang boboto. .
Di basta basta makiki-uso.
Dahil ang totoo,
wala akong makitang seryoso.
Puro sila, sariling negosyo.
Gawa ng gawa ng imperyo!

Makita mo ang gobyerno,
andaming benepisyo.
Kadalasan, si chief puro pa reklamo!
Eh, milyon naman ang komisyon
Sa sariling institusyon!
Kulang pa daw!
Wow, napaka-halimaw!

Pero ang tingin nila sa kalsada
yung mga bata, perwisyo?!
Kaya ba nila tinago, sa malayo
nang dumating ang mga dayo?!
Oh, di mo alam no?
Kasi nga tinago!

Sana yung susunod na uupo,
yung taong, totoo.
Yung kahit malaya,
di mandadaya.  .  .

Gawing tama ang pagboto. .
Di ka na si toto,
Di ka si nene,
Wag madala sa mga ugong ng hele!

Meron at meron yan!
Di lang natin makita,
kaya ang payo ko:

WAG KANG MANGHULA. .

"Minsan ba naisip mo na,
Baka ikaw lang?"

Taon ang binilang
Tila walang kasagutan.
Aking tatapusin,
Sa isang walang hangganan.

"Ako'y mananatiling ako at
Ika'y mananatiling ikaw."
. . .

Stumbled upon the dark vade light
Now, here she comes!
That fairy old white mask,
Ooh! Teeth of those
Once alive.
Bring me the light!
Skin scratched with
Claws up mark!
**Bring me the light!

Echoes of life-ruined tempos,
Lightning flashes, retrospect
Ghostly trees keen, peeking
Beyond thick fog enclosing.

Nimbus clouds hanging,
Icy blood dripping,
Ashes blown turned
C-C-ryptic voice singing:

"   Don't worry,  worry,           -worry.
                Someone's coming for ya . . .   "

Spine-slithered doubts.
Is it redemption
Or DEATH
En-route?

Brittle steps.
Metal-casted ground, rakes
Cringing sound.
"    Scythe? . . .   "

Stumbled in fear,
Wallowed in self pity,
What an evil daydream?!

-
                    "Who's with me
                     To **** that tree
                In the middle of the sea?

Hanging between boundaries,
Golden leaves, mouth-watering
Sent war on countries neighboring.
Blood spilt, on heaven's ground
Where no innocent souls found.

                     Oh, those leaves!
                       A single piece,
                  Could worth a feast,
            But of what origin, atleast?!

But no! Let's **** that tree.
Draw our swords,
For a mighty peace!
Let's **** that tree!
Whose roots are

An effortless jump
Transported me to
-O U T E R    S P A C E-
Only to witness that souls do travel
While we're asleep. . .
People are like gases
Entering a door in every star
"--clicks--" it locks as one passes.

Oh, could it be!
That you're still in that door?

THINK CAREFULLY. Something WRONG went today. . . . .

Now, close your eyes. . .
It's time to wake you up.

Remember:
As you enter another dimension,
Hurry! FIND THE DOOR.
Before it's too late. . .











Uh. . Oh. . .I forgot, the KEYS.
It's in the