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.

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..

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.

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!

Shower me with courage,
then I should tell

Five words, but you'll never care.

Grant me rebirth,
then I should act

In gentleman's way, I would dare.

Give me one reason,
then I will stay

Sitting in a dark alley, timeless I would wait.

Pull me in gravity,
then I should fall

Knowing you'll catch me in cold ground's stone.


But first...

Seal me with utmost respect,
then I shall love

But note... I'm a lady too, and now in distress.

Wait, I need to eat first :))

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 .

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.

And so one step, the breeze goes by
White is the sand, cerulean is the sky;
Trees do sway, birds like hum
Warm is the sun, cool is the night

A walk to your plane, alone and alive
Footprints on the sand, path I arrived;
Clock strikes four, never once bored
Standing in a million, buried in a zillion

Nothing is new, waited so long
Traveled so far, wasted no more;
Ocean so big, no way to own
Just a place, but never a home

Looking beyond, I saw the side
Where beauty is hidden, inside and out;
Glimpse of a chance, a boat is near
Escaping from paradise, a rescue from tears

Bag is full, shells of few
Shared with you, a thousand new;
And there I breathe a flowing air
A jasmine scent, a calming felt

Home is here, bells I hear
Time is back like a New Year strike;
There I see sparkles of light
Never too tired, lingered in might

Shined so bright, marred is the eye
Chances is blank, crisis is high;
Twice a paradise, almost a rewind
But never again, never again …

Dubious mortals, t'is the world detest!
Souls clinged on ceaseless heeds
Sun sets then dawns still reckon, I say:
"In sync we'll quest, my friend."

T'is seeking life, they termed "tedious"
I label, "genious"! It's phenomenal!
God made limited edition seeds
And that's "WE", sprouted "confused".

We'll die nameless of society's creed
Ashes dispersed in the air they breathe
Hmmm, Unless you want a tomb w/
your grandchildren's footprints?!

Clear-cut answers, we'll never get. But still I owe to you this belief
                              that questions are worth asking.

For I met you saying "sorry"
And so, I always worry.
How bad the world could be to us,
That  you'll accept "no sorry"...

I live admiring things,
After learning it's hard to do.
So I only credit one people.
Those who've tried


more than once,
and even more than that.

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 . . .

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!

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
­                            .

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 :)

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.

I could have whispered
"I love you"
Only to know, that
LOVE is a lie to you
And so I stopped loving you.
Instead, I'll say
"I like you".
Just like everybody else.
You know, "like" means alot to me.
But who cares? If what I mean,
Depends on you.

The idealized version of love you see
Just ended w/ blanks and tears.
Now, how true could love so be?
If even the best you see, flees.

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."

How could it last this long?

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.

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 .

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. . .

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

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 .

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 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"