It was not your side of the story to tell
You thought you knew me well
Well, you’re wrong
You’re wrong

It was not your side of the story to tell
Your ears are like bells
It rings and you gossip
You chill and take a sip

You don’t know what happened to me
You don’t have the right to judge me
You only know my story, not the whole me
So stop concluding what never happened to me

Don’t assume, never expect
Not everything I say is all about you
Never consume so much of what you wanna accept
Not everything is all about you

Do not disclose any confidential information about yours
Or they would use it against you
He tells stories from one another like he was on tours
It might break or ruin you

They are a two-faced *****
Trying to tear you down
But what they didn’t know is that I am indestructible
Wherein, their mouth itchy that needs to be scratched or ditch
I am not gullible
I’m just an observant ***** trying to tear you all down

He calls it ***—a fleeting game,
A fire to feed, a hunger to claim.
A touch, a thrill, a moment to take—
Never mind the hearts that break.

She calls it ****—a stolen breath,
A shadow that lingers, a living death.
No warmth, no want, just tears that sting—
A cage of silence, a broken wing.

He says, “I wanted, so I took,”
Blind to the tremble, the hollow look.
She says, “I begged, I cried, I fought,”
But her pain is the part the world forgot.

Two words—worlds apart—
One with power, one with a shattered heart.
But truth does not bend to a careless name—
Forced is forced. The ache stays the same.

So call it ***—if consent is free,
If every “yes” flows willingly.
But when power steals and bodies break,
Let’s call it what it is—no mistake.

Not ***. Not love. Only pain.
A wound that words cannot explain.

There was once I thought
A mess like this
Could never be cleaned with a broom—
That the scars left behind
Were stains too deep
For any hand to undo.

But I was wrong.

Justice does not live
In marble halls alone,
Nor wear the weight of a judge’s tone.
It rises—unyielding—
In the hands that hold,
In voices that speak
When the world grows cold.

Not only in verdicts,
Not only in laws—
But in the strength of women
Who fight for a cause.

When one of us falls,
The others will stand—
Lifting her spirit
With a steady hand.

We reclaim our power
In the truths we share,
In every act of love,
In how we care.

Justice is not just won in a fight—
It blooms in the dark
When we turn on the light.

So, no broom may sweep
What’s broken away—
But together, we rise,
Stronger each day.

Kiss me baby, hold me, hug me
I’m all yours to keep
From nine up to five, no sleep
Come love me, love me

You were both good and bad for my health
And your love is my wealth

I long for your touch
I miss you so much
I crave for your taste
Come and be with me

Come and be with me
Never hesitate
Come, my new guilty pleasure
My guilty pleasure

I just want to be your favorite hello
And your hardest goodbye
Out of curiosity baby, I want to try
I want to know how you taste

I don’t want to see you go
And leave this bed
Just stay here with me, stay with me
And never hesitate

You are my sugar rush
My ******* blisses
My legal and illegal high
I just want to fly

My perfect kisses
You’re my ecstasy
Just please me
But honey, there’s no need to rush

You know I have a sweet tooth
And you are like a forbidden fruit
Provide me all the ways
I can take you away

I don’t know what it is that makes me want you badly
Even the way you stare drives me crazy
Cause every inch of your skin
Traces me back to where we want to begin

Let me worship you
A holy grail that’s hard to find
Let me be your daily grind
Let me take care of you

I just want you here with me
Please stay with me
You have loved me unconditionally
And I have loved you faithfully
Please be with me till the end
Until the end

she does not resort to violence—
she only cuts her hair short.

someone once told me "hair holds memories"
is it true? is that it?
but when did I cut my own hair short, the memories remained.
maybe it is a fad or a lie after all.

success is measured on many things,
but mine is measured on happiness.

I looked back and recalled my past
Told stories to my friends
And starts to cry
My experiences in the past
Has given me so much learnings in life
To forgive and forget the past
To never plant anger deep within your heart

Every time I think of all the things that passed
I smiled.
Since I already moved on, embraced the acceptance
And began to change
Cause baby, I am already healed.
I’m no longer in pain.

Bato, bato sa langit—
Ang matamaan, sana ay h'wag magalit

Hindi ko naman nilagay name mo, assuming ka lang siguro.

It's not Hell if you like the way it burns, you're right. It comforts me. To see you suffer there. You never listened to me anyway. so, good luck finding your way back to let them forgive you.

His eyes were color brown
He is tall, dark and handsome
His hair is colored black
But I cannot look away

I smile a lot when he looks at me
He was beside me all the time
My heart beats faster from time to time
When he is talking to me

I was in a shotgun with him
Listening to the music playing in the radio
While talking to him
And reminiscing to what we had before

How I wish we took a photo
But I realized it all after
It was too late
Too little, too late

I have always longed for you
But I have no guts to tell you
Long enough I got tired to pursue you
Ooh, I am the best one for you

I have loved you enough
Not to pursue you yet
Cause not all that I see
Is what I get

Oh, I don't want to regret
So, I'd rather forget

Ooh, the words you said
Keeps on messing in my head
Ooh, the things we both did
Keeps on running in my head

But if you would ask me
I would answer right away
I would be yours
I'd like to be called yours


Ooh, this time is ours
This love is ours
If you would ask me
I'll be here to stay

How deep was the well?
Deep enough to echo my name back with indifference.
Deep enough to hold every scream I never let out.
It didn’t swallow my body —
It swallowed the parts of me I didn’t know could drown.
My soul choked first.
And no one saw me sinking.

How deep was the well?
Deep enough for silence to grow teeth.
To gnaw at the corners of my sanity
While I smiled in public and bled in secret.
Where light couldn't reach me,
And hope knocked once, then left.

I threw prayers like pennies,
Wishing someone would hear the splash—
But even God seemed to whisper,
"Not now."

I built a home in the ache,
Hung memories like picture frames on stone walls,
Learned to breathe through grief,
To sing lullabies to my panic
And call it healing.

How deep was the well?
Deep enough that time didn’t pass — it dripped.
One moment. Then another.
Each echo louder than the last.
And all the while,
I was vanishing behind a voice that said,
"You're fine."

But if you listened closely,
If you stood at the edge,
You’d hear a faint voice rising from the dark —
Not begging to be saved,
Just asking to be seen.

Because sometimes,
The worst kind of drowning
Is when you look dry on the outside
And no one knows you’re dying beneath.

How deep was the well?
So deep, it felt like those days I was mistreated,
When I had no one in life but God alone.
When every prayer was a whisper against the walls,
And the silence felt like abandonment.
I screamed inwardly, quietly—
Hoping mercy would find me before despair did.

It was deep enough to forget who I used to be.
Deep enough to blur the surface above me.
And in that darkness,
Only faith kept my heart from breaking completely.

But I’m still here.
And if you’re listening,
Maybe you are too.

Is this day any different?—
But why does it seem like this night is different from any other night?

Snakes, they crawl and slither their silver tongue
Devil, taunts and mocks you, tricks you
High priests, think highly only of themselves
Judas thought his dignity can be bought in 30 silver coins
Pontius Pilate assumes that washing of his hands can never be accomplices with  people, he was innocent but they taunt him.
Hypocrisy says otherwise, blasphemy is only for the weak
The proof is right in front of you, but you denied me three times.
It's the ungrateful people that betrayed Him was saved.
It is the truth they knew and heard but they deafened in silence.

A bad joke. It is not something to laugh at.
Plead guilty of something he never did.

A sinful man was freed, in exchange for the Son of God to be crucified by the mankind.
Where are your manners? Are you not grateful for the things he did for us?

To be saved from our sins. It is done. It is paid. You should realize it sooner or later that God's love is unconditional and amazing.

I am not a scarlet letter
I am a crimson red enemy
you are a lavender scent
a mint for my mind
a canvas for my ideas
a freedom wall to my masterpiece
I am not a deer in the headlights
I am the cats and dogs gameplay
That is what I am
*****, sit down and be humble
because even snakes listen to commands

I don’t deserve to be in so much pain
I deserve so much more
I deserve better
Guess all of the fragments remain

I am not like this before
I deserved better
Now that I finally am feeling better
No need to be this bitter

Thou shall not fool thee
If your intention was only to love me
Thou shall not hurt thee
If your intention was to keep me

I ran away for miles
I felt okay for a while
You made me feel temporary affection
But made me feel lifetime desolation

I am who I am
And your love was so much more
A burden in my soul
A sucker of my energy

I am what I am
And your lies were so much more
To reach your goal
Got to maintain this energy.

Deuteronomy 31:6

"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you."

Isaiah 41:10

"So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."

Philippians 1:6

"Being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."

Mahiwaga ma'y aking nadarama, dahil alam kong ikaw ang pipiliin ko sa araw-araw

Maybe we’re trying too hard  
to mend what was never meant to be whole,  
forcing ourselves to fix it anyway.  
But am I truly ready to walk away,  
or was the timing never ours to begin with—  
or are we just too torn apart to feel this empty?  

We used to speak with love,  
now every word feels like a war,  
shouted, sharpened, meant to wound.  

Maybe it’s because I changed,  
or was it that I simply fell out of love with you?

A commenter once said,
"You were trained to fear God.
I was born to question Him.
Is a god worth serving if fear is the leash?"

And I paused.

For in their words was fire—
a defiance cloaked in thought,
a challenge hurled at the heavens
as if thunder owed them silence.

But listen.
Let me speak—not in wrath, but reverence.
For I was not trained like a whipped dog,
nor brainwashed by blind tradition.
I was not taught to fear like prey,
but to tremble before the Holy One in awe.

Because I know fear—
but not the kind the Devil feeds on.
Not the trembling that empowers
the Deceiver,
the Accuser of the Brethren,
the Dragon,
Lucifer, the son of the morning,
the Serpent of Old,
the Tempter,
the Enemy,
Beelzebub, lord of the flies,
Belial, the worthless one,
Abaddon, the destroyer,
Apollyon, his Greek name,
the god of this age,
the prince of the power of the air,
the ruler of this world,
the father of lies,
Satan, the adversary,
Leviathan, the twisting serpent,
the angel of the bottomless pit,
Mammon, the god of greed,
the Lawless One,
the Man of Sin,
the Son of Perdition.
So many names—because he is a master of masks.

He thrives on your fear,
feeds on confusion,
mimics the light,
perverts truth.
But I was not born of him.
I was not shaped by his chaos.

No. I was born to fear the Lord.
The I AM.
The Ancient of Days,
The Alpha and Omega,
The Righteous Judge,
The Lion and the Lamb.

And my fear?
It is not slavery.
It is surrender.

It is not the leash of a tyrant—
It is the reverence due to Majesty.
For even Christ, in Gethsemane,
trembled.
He wept.
He asked, "Let this cup pass from me..."
And yet—He drank it.
Not because He was leashed by fear—
but because He was led by love.

You ask me if God is worth serving
if fear is the price.
But I ask you:
Is the storm not worthy of awe?
Is the ocean not sacred because it can drown?
Is the sun less holy because it burns?

I fear God—yes.
Because He could break me,
but chooses to build me.
Because He could condemn me,
but chose the cross instead.
Because He sees the abyss in me—
and still reaches in.

So no—
I was not trained like a beast.
I was born to kneel.
I was born to worship.
I was born to fear—but not like you think.

You see fear as a chain.
I see it as a compass.
You see questioning as freedom.
But even questions can serve the wrong master.

Your words were poetic.
But poetry can be a dagger
or a prayer.

And I,
by the mercy of the One I fear,
choose the prayer.

If you cannot be kind, then be quiet. Every word you throw into the world carries weight, and every careless syllable leaves a mark—a wound you cannot take back. Yet you speak anyway, as if thoughtless cruelty is your birthright.

Do you not see? Every insult, every sneer, every sharp remark festers in the hearts of those you touch. They remember. They do not forgive as easily as you assume. And yet, you continue. You continue, blind and deaf to the destruction you leave in your wake.

Silence is not weakness. Silence is a sword in disguise, sharper than your words, heavier than your disdain. Silence forces the world to reckon with your restraint, while you revel in the chaos your voice could create.

You speak because it is easier than reflection. You speak because it is easier than care. You speak because you cannot feel the weight of your own malice. But do not imagine that your victims do not feel it. They bleed quietly, scar invisibly, and remember silently.

If kindness cannot come from you, then step aside. You are not entitled to perforate the world with your thoughtless judgments. If you cannot uplift, do not drag down. If you cannot comfort, do not wound.

Every unkind word is a debt, a stain on your conscience. You cannot wash it away with later apologies. You cannot hide behind smiles, behind charm, behind the illusion of civility. Your voice, once poisoned, leaves a mark.

Do you enjoy it? The way your words echo in empty halls, the way they haunt others in quiet moments, the way they linger in memories like smoke that cannot be dispersed? Pause and ask yourself if that is the legacy you want.

Because here is the truth: the world does not need your venom. Your cruelty is unnecessary, unearned, and unbecoming. Every person you wound carries the memory of it, and they are changed forever, often for the worse.

Do you imagine that silence is submission? No. Silence is judgment. Silence is indictment. Silence is the mirror that reflects the hollowness of your rage, the shallowness of your spite, the emptiness of your cruelty.

There is a weight to words. There is a chain to thoughtless speech. Every careless remark binds you to the pain you inflict. And every person you wound carries a ledger where your cruelty is written in ink that never fades.

You pretend innocence, but your negligence is deliberate. You pretend ignorance, but every malicious word is a choice. And yet, you blame others for feeling the sting, for reacting, for surviving in spite of your poison.

If you cannot be kind, be quiet. It is the simplest law of existence, the barest rule of humanity, yet you fail to follow it. You forget that voices can heal, and voices can ****, and your own may be the latter.

There is no excuse for cruelty masquerading as honesty, for judgment cloaked as opinion, for malice parading as wit. Every word you cast like a stone may fracture hearts that cannot repair themselves.

Do you sleep at night, knowing how many hearts have carried your venom quietly, how many nights were spent trembling in the aftermath of your words? Do you care? Or is it always easier to pretend oblivion, to shrug off responsibility?

Kindness is not optional. Kindness is not a suggestion. Kindness is the measure of those who have risen above their basest instincts, and silence is the shield of those who cannot yet master it. And you, who choose malice over both, leave trails of ruin in your wake.

The world remembers. The world notices. Even if no one speaks, even if no one confronts you, the echoes of your cruelty persist. They whisper in corners, in quiet moments, in private thoughts that cannot be silenced.

To speak without kindness is to wield a weapon against the innocent. And one day, perhaps, your own voice will turn against you, and you will hear the same venom reflected, sharper, heavier, inescapable.

So, if you cannot be kind, be quiet. Stand aside, lower your gaze, close your mouth. Let restraint become your only gift. Let silence bear witness to the restraint you lack in life.

And if you fail this simple measure, know that guilt will haunt you—not because the world forgives, but because the innocent remembers, and the weight of your own conscience will never allow peace.

I have no time to battle bruised egos and small minds. They exhaust themselves with their petty quarrels, their hollow pride, their desperate need to be seen.

I move through the world untouched, a shadow gliding between walls, quiet, deliberate, aware of everything they cannot comprehend.

Their insults, their whispers, their envy—they are nothing but echoes in a cavern where I am the only presence that matters.

I do not bend for their comfort. I do not bow for their approval. I do not waste breath proving my worth to those who refuse to see it.

I have no time to unravel their twisted stories, their distorted perceptions of me. I leave them tangled in their own confusion.

I watch, I observe. I let them speak, let them fume, let them believe they are in control. And then I walk away, leaving their anger behind like a shadow in the night.

The world is vast, and my path is mine alone. There is no room to drag the weight of their fragile egos along with me.

Let them rage. Let them plot. Let them whisper lies they hope will wound me. I remain calm, untouchable, deliberate.

I do not engage. I do not react. I do not stoop to the level of those who cannot rise above their own pettiness.

My silence is not weakness. My patience is not submission. My calm is a storm waiting to break, precise, inevitable, inevitable.

I have empires to build in my mind, kingdoms of thought and creativity that no whisper, no rumor, no envy can reach.

They see only the surface—the soft-spoken, composed exterior—but beneath, the currents are sharp, deliberate, aware of every misstep they make.

I smile, quietly, the smirk of inevitability curling at the corners of my lips. Not joy, not malice, but the knowledge that all will be revealed in time.

I do not chase closure. I do not demand apology. I do not wait for recognition from those who will never understand the depth of what I am.

Their worlds are small, fragile, full of cracks they attempt to hide with noise and fury. I pass through silently, untouched by their chaos.

I have no time to nurse wounded pride. I have no time to soothe insecurities I did not create. My energy belongs to me, my peace is mine to guard.

I watch. I measure. I allow their actions to etch themselves into memory. And then, quietly, I turn, I look away, I walk on.

My eyes, my smirk, my silence—they are my armor. They are my sword. They are a testament to the power of knowing when to act and when to vanish.

The small minds fume. The bruised egos tremble. They do not realize that I do not see them as enemies—I see them as lessons in the limits of human pettiness.

I have no time for them. I have no energy for them. I have no place for them in the life I am building, step by deliberate step, shadow by silent shadow.

And in the end, they will wonder why I am untouchable, why their venom never finds me, why my calm is more devastating than their rage could ever be.

What you’re doing to me
Will always be the opposite of what you are saying
You bet your heart to me
But you’re not even sure yet

Oh, don’t make me forget
Yes, baby never make me regret

How you mean so much to me
Will be useless the moment I’m leaving
You told me I was your happiness
But why have I felt loneliness?

You’re giving me the benefit of the doubt
Cause you made me feel doubt
If you’re busy to chat me
I will understand

If you don’t have the time to check on me
I will understand

But when you see me with someone else
I hope you understand
I have already loved you less
I hope you understand

I don’t have the time for people who have no time for me
Just because I’m strong enough to handle pain
Doesn’t mean I deserve it
A fracture of my heart always remains

I hope everyone sees
That I am worth it

And now I’ll do what’s best for me
With or without your presence is enough for me
I’m no longer your priority
Cause you no longer own me

With or without your presence
Will make me happier and better
With or without your presence
I don’t need you anymore

Kulang ang mga bituin sa kalangitan
Dahil kung wala ka ay kulang rin ako
Ikaw ang nagsisilbing aking ilaw sa aking madilim na landas na tinatahak
Ikaw ang nagsisilbing katahimikan
Sa aking maingay at magulong mundo
alam kong masamang gawing mundo ang alam kong tao lang
Huwag mo naman sanang nila-Lang ang isang katulad kong nilalang
pero hindi payapa ang aking mundo kung wala ka
Ikaw at pangalan mo ay sa aking puso't isipan nakatatak
Mahal, ikaw ang aking pahinga, ang aking payapa
Sa mga panahong ako ay pagod at gustong mapag-isa
Ikaw ang aking kasiyahan sa mga araw na ako ay nalulumbay
At ikaw lamang ang aking mamahalin habangbuhay

I don’t react. I don’t flinch. I don’t raise my voice or shift in discomfort. I stand still, like a calm lake, but beneath the surface… I notice everything. Every word spoken, every glance thrown, every subtle movement that others think goes unseen. I may not be saying anything, but I am not blind at all.

You think I am dumb just because I look innocent in your eyes. You think my silence is weakness. You think because I don’t respond, I don’t feel, I don’t remember. But I do. I feel everything. I remember everything. I catalog every slight, every deception, every truth hidden behind smiles. Every hidden motive, every whispered lie, every fleeting hesitation—I see it all. And while you scramble to be heard, to be seen, I am observing, learning, calculating—not with malice, but with clarity.

People underestimate the quiet ones. They underestimate those who don’t shout or demand attention. They assume that because I move gently, because I smile softly, because I nod when they speak, I am fragile, malleable, easily swayed. But I am not. I am an ocean beneath still waters, deep and endless, and my depths hold storms you cannot even imagine.

I watch. I listen. I remember. Every subtle glance, every hesitation, every syllable, every pause—they are not lost on me. I see the cracks in your armor, the fleeting insecurities you try to hide, the desperation behind your carefully crafted smiles. I see it, and I tuck it away, not out of cruelty, but because patience is a weapon far sharper than any words spoken in haste.

You confuse my calm for ignorance. You mistake my patience for passivity. But the truth is, I am not naive. I am not careless. I am not powerless. I am stronger than the noise around me, sharper than the chaos that others cling to. I am the observer. I am the keeper of truths you cannot imagine. I do not need to react because I already understand, already know, already see what others cannot.

And I know I am not alone in this. “The eyes of the Lord are in every place, keeping watch on the evil and the good.” (Proverbs 15:3) His eyes see what mine see. His justice watches what my patience records. And I trust that what is hidden now will be revealed in the fullness of time.

There is a power in stillness. There is a strength in quiet. I may not act, not yet, but make no mistake… I see. I understand. I feel. And one day, when the time comes, you’ll realize my silence was never ignorance—it was vigilance. My calm was never weakness—it was patience. My eyes were never blind—they were always open, always watching, always remembering.

And when that day comes, you will understand that what you thought was innocence was a mask. That what you thought was passivity was a choice, a strategy, a quiet storm gathering strength. You will realize too late that every detail you assumed I missed, every word you thought fell into empty space, every betrayal or deceit—you will see that I never forgot, never overlooked, never underestimated. I am here. I am aware. I am ready. And the world you think you know… will look very different from my eyes.

Because I notice everything. I may not speak. I may not move. I may not act. But I see. I feel. I remember. And I will.

I wish you were here by my side
So that you can hug me closer
Cuddle with me and let us stay in bed
Oh, darling I will never leave your side

I hope we will stay like this forever
Cause I can’t seem to get you off my head
Cause, I miss you love
Oh, I miss you love

I miss your eyes, the way they stare at me
I miss your lips, the way they smile back at me
I miss your voice, the way it calms me
I miss your face, the way it relaxes me

I miss your hands, the way I used to touch them
I miss your hug, the way it keeps me sane
I miss you, please stay, remain
And never listen to them

And how I miss your presence, it feels like home to me
And I miss you, the way I fell in love with you
The way I am crazy in love with you
I know you always think of me

All I ever dreamt of was to be right next to you
How I wish I could be this close to you
We’ll talk and plan of things we could ever do
And go to places we love to go


With you, right next to me
There is nothing more I could ever guarantee

Your smile is all I wanted to see
The way it bright up my day
For you are enough to me
And right by your side is where I will stay

Through the good times and the bad
I’ll remain right by your side
I swore to never leave your side
Even if I am both mad or glad.

Because I dated you to marry you
I vowed for Commitment
I vowed to be your lifetime partner
I want to be yours

Because I do cherish you
I want to be your fulfillment
You have also vowed to be my lifetime partner
I want to be yours

I miss you
You want to be mine
I miss you
I want to be yours

Maybe even the walls can hear
Too thick or thin to cave in
You get it, I gave in
But we never know
Life is a mystery
Having you is misery
You know know better
**** up or else I blame you

Red orange sunset skies
Deep blue sea
Barefoot walking on the sand
With my slippers on my hand

Hold hands as we walk by
Never thought of loving you could be this high
I felt so free, when you're with me
I felt so safe and secured, your love's so pure

I wanna hug you tight, love you right
Be with you day and night
Like the stars we shine bright

I wanna try it all, try it all with you
I wanna try it all, try it all with you
Kiss under the rain
You take away the pain

Road trip, sound trip
Camping, hiking
Sleep in the tent with you
Cooking, grilling with you

Sitting by the fire next to you
Swim in the deep sea of blankets with you
Make love with you
Cuddle with you

You, I wanna try it all with you
I’ve been the best version of me because of you
You, you loved me with all of you
I wanna try it all with you

When you call my name
I'm no longer the same
When you loved me now
I wanna keep you now

I've never been more sure before
I've never felt this before

You've been my favorite since then
But now I couldn't remember when
Why is the sky blue?
You've always been my best view

You gave me everything, gave me the world
The universe, the love I deserve
I’m not asking for anything, without a word
But you gave me things not everyone could afford to give me

You loved me more than anything
Crowned and praised me at my best
Corrected and comforted me at my worst
Baby, I’ll always be your queen, so be my forever king

Hindi makatulog sa wastong oras
Hindi rin makakain sa saktong oras
Laging walang gana
Tanging ikaw na lamang ang natitrang pag-asa

Upang manumbalik sa dating sigla
Ang babaeng minahal ka ng sobra
Ngunit pinili **** iwanan siya
Sinaktan at pinaluha mo siya

Ang babaeng tulad niya ay walang ibang ginawa
Kundi intindihin at pakinggan ka
Ngayon hindi mo magawa iyong hinihiling niya
Sapat na sa kanya na makita kang masaya

Ngunit siya kaya niyang gawin lahat
Kaya niyang tiisin yung sakit
Minahal ka niya ng tapat
Ngunit ang iyong isinukli ay walang iba kundi sakit

Ngayon, iiyak siya ng biglaan
At ikaw ang tanging dahilan
Gigising siya ng alas tres ng umaga
Upang tanungin sa sarili niya

Bakit mo ba siya iniwan?
Dahil hindi niya ito dapat ngayon nararamdaman
Kahit masakit tinuturuan ko ang sarili ko
Na kalimutan kita kahit hindi ko kaya

Darating rin ang tamang tao
Na sa akin ay nakatadhana

You know what I’ve realized?
Insults say more about the person giving them than the one receiving them.
They’re not just words — they’re windows into someone’s insecurity.
They can laugh, deny it, even swear they’re “just being honest.”
But deep inside, they know.
They know that the reason they’re throwing stones is because something in you reminds them of what they wish they could be.

It’s not really your flaws they see — it’s your strengths.
It’s the way you keep going when they gave up.
It’s the way you shine in places they’ve stayed in the shadows.
It’s the way you carry a confidence they never built.

And instead of working on themselves, they try to work on you —
by tearing you down, by chipping at your spirit,
by trying to convince you that you’re less than what you are.

But here’s the thing: their insults can’t rewrite your worth.
Their words can’t lower your value.
If anything, they’re proof you’re doing something worth noticing.

So let them talk.
Because while they’re busy revealing their insecurities,
you’ll be busy revealing your growth.
And nothing makes an insecure person more uncomfortable than someone who refuses to shrink just to make them feel tall.

I never had children of my own… not yet. But I grew up with my niece by my side—my little shadow, my heartbeat, my constant companion. She taught me love in its purest form, a love unguarded, untamed, yet gentle enough to shape my soul. I remember, almost like a whispered prayer to the universe, saying that the man who could love her as fiercely as I did… he would be the one.

Life… or maybe God… has a way of answering in quiet, unexpected ways. My partner first met my niece during the time he was facing my family, trying to make his place in our hearts. And I met his niece during my internship, a moment of innocent connection that felt unplanned yet entirely natural.

He had already been a father in his own right—raising his eldest brother’s two daughters with patience, protection, and devotion. And in the weaving of our lives, something beautiful happened. My niece learned to love him. And his niece… she found a place for me in her world too. Our lives weren’t just colliding—they were intertwining, forming a new tapestry of hearts, small and big, teaching us the depth and reach of love.

Was it fate? Was it written in the stars? No. It was God’s way of meeting us halfway. Of showing us that love isn’t just about two people—it’s about the lives we touch, the bonds that grow, the little souls who remind us what it means to give without expectation, to receive without doubt.

He didn’t just become the man I loved. He became part of a world I hold dear, a home for hearts both old and young. And I, in turn, became part of theirs. God’s design was never about chance—it was about weaving love through the people we cherish, through moments that feel small but echo forever.

And in this quiet, perfect irony, I see it clearly: He is the answer I never knew I was waiting for. And together, with little hands and trusting hearts surrounding us, we are learning what it truly means to love, to belong, and to be a family.

It is not your job to like me. You do not get a vote in the way I carry myself, the way I speak, the way I exist. I do not live for your approval.

I am not your entertainment. I am not here to satisfy your expectations. I am not a performance piece for your judgment. I’m not paying you to like me. I do not earn your affection, your praise, or your fleeting admiration. That is not currency I trade in.

Your opinion is not my reality. The world you imagine, filled with your assumptions, your envy, your gossip—it does not touch the ground I walk on.

Have a reality check, sweetie. Earth to my haters: you are still in wonderland. No wonder you are lost, chasing shadows that do not exist.

I do not shrink to make you comfortable. I do not dim to make your life easier. My presence, my energy, my power—they are mine, and mine alone.

You talk behind my back as if the air itself belongs to you. You whisper like you wield influence. But you wield nothing. You hold nothing.

Your wonderland is fragile, made of assumptions, half-truths, and the echoes of your own ego. You cannot bend me to your narrative.

I am unapologetic. I am deliberate. I am aware. Every smirk, every glance, every silence—it is a choice, and it is mine.

So continue to watch. Continue to wonder. Continue to whisper. I will continue to live, to rise, to create, to exist exactly as I am.

Your disapproval is a shadow that cannot touch me. Your hatred is wind that cannot move me. Your opinion is a ghost that cannot haunt me.

I have walked through storms, through betrayal, through eyes that tried to shape me into something less than I am. And I am still here.

Stronger. Sharper. Softer. Deadlier. Quietly magnificent. Unyielding in ways you cannot even comprehend.

Do not mistake my calm for ignorance. Do not mistake my silence for weakness. I am a storm contained, and yet I am endless.

Your wonderland is a cage. You live in it, you feed it, you believe it is all there is. Meanwhile, I walk freely, aware, alive, untouchable.

I am not accountable to your taste. I am not responsible for your comfort. I am not indebted to your admiration.

You may talk. You may judge. You may dream up narratives that never existed. But none of it is mine to bear.

I exist beyond your approval, beyond your envy, beyond your reach. My life is mine. My choices are mine. My peace is mine.

So continue to play in your fantasy. Continue to measure the world against your weakness. I will continue to rise above it, above you, above everything you imagined you could control.

I am here. I am unshaken. I am alive. And your wonderland will never touch the reality I built for myself.

Eye to eye we meet
Life’s getting discreet
As we keep things private
And being strangers in public

No need for me to panic
If you are a little too late
You know I could understand
But I can barely stand

We keep behind closed doors
And our clothes fallen on the floor
You know baby I want you
I wanted you all alone

You know baby I yearn for you
I never want to make things done
I want you all mine to myself
I just want you for myself

24/7 baby, I just want you here next to me
12 to 24 hours, non-stop, just stay with me
Ooh, I want to swim in a deep sea of blankets with you
And I want to wake up in the morning with you

Baby, just love me then until we feel a little high
Be with me until we both get high
I just want to drunk in your love
Oh, baby I feel high in your love

Ride with me, swim in my veins
Baby, if there is no pain
Then there is no gain
I want to let the pain remain

Oh, get it on right and keep it steady
Until we were both ready
Anywhere with you
It’s okay as long as I am in a different position with you

Baby whisper in your intentions to me
Let me clear my schedules for you
I want you to call me whenever you need me
I just want to make you happy too

I want to your favorite hello and your hardest goodbye
I just want to scream in pain and cry
Even if every time you leave me
You will always come back to me

Baby, I got what you need
Gotta gives it all without greed
Oh, baby I want you more than anything else
No more no less

I’m asking for help.
I’m reaching out my hand—
because I’m falling, and I’m falling fast.
I’ve been swallowed by the depths of sadness,
of exhaustion,
of loneliness.

But instead of being helped,
I was mocked.
Instead of being comforted,
I was insulted.
Instead of hearing, “I’m here for you,”
all I heard was,
"That’s your fault. You’re weak."

Instead of wiping my tears,
they laughed at me.
And now,
I’ve become the joke—
the laughingstock.

Like my pain was a punchline
and my breakdown was entertainment.
They didn't see a cry for help,
they saw a stage.

I want to rise above it.
I want to breathe again.
But every time I try to climb,
someone pulls me back down.

I get yelled at—
as if I have no right to be tired,
as if I have no right to be sad,
as if I have no right to simply ask for help.

They think I choose strength.
But the truth is,
strength is the only mask I have left
when I have no other choice
but to hold myself together.

I don’t want to give up.
But what do you do when every cry for help
is answered with ridicule?

How do you keep fighting
when the very people you expected to support you
are the first to strangle you with their words?

I used to be afraid of the dark — but not anymore,
because the darkness around me and the darkness I feel inside have become the same.

Instead of being saved, I was pushed off the edge.
Instead of being helped to stand, I was mocked even more.
Their words speak of kindness, but their actions betray cruelty.

They preach fairness, yet they have favorites. For them,
love overflows — but only for some.
For me, it's always just the bare minimum

I’m tired.
Tired of explaining myself.
Tired of pretending I’m strong
just so they won’t call me “attention-seeking.”

I’m not asking for grand kindness.
I’m not asking for all the answers—
all I wanted was a little understanding.

Just once,
help me stand
before you judge me.

Tagalog translation:
Hindi pa nga nagsisimula, tatapusin na agad?
Kesyo daw baka ibang trabaho ang aapplyan ko na hindi daw tugma sa kursong kinuha ko
Puna ng nanay kong talak ng talak na parang pinaglihi ang bungaga sa pwet ng manok
Hindi pa nga nakapagpasa ng application letter at resume negatibo agad ang nasasabi at naiisip
Ika nga nila pride does not pay your bills.
Importante ba talaga yun? Na pride ang pinapairal at hindi na lamang lunukin ang pride
Kaya hindi umaasenso ang bansa eh dahil sa negatibong pananaw ng mga tao sa lipunan
Na imbes tulungan kutyain pa lalo
Ano bang pinpupunto mo? Ano ba ang ikinakagalit mo?
Na matulad ako sa ibang tao na sapat na ang isang kahig, isang tuka
Gusto ko naman mamuhay sa mundong ito na hindi sapat ang kakarampot lang
Ngunit ibahin mo ako sa iba, ayaw kong umasa sa salitang survival of the fittest
Gusto kong maniwala sa salitang comfort of the fittest
Ayaw ko nang ma experience ulit yung ulam na toyo, suka at mantika na ihahalo sa kanin pangtawid gutom lamang
Ayaw ko nang gawing ulam ang sabaw ng noodles na abot hanggang leeg na walang kalasa-lasa para makakain lamang kaming lahat
Ayaw ko na nung mga panahon na minsan lang ako makaranas kumain sa fastfood restaurants
Ngayon hindi na tuwing birthday o kahit anong okasyon makakakain kami, kundi kung kailan may extra sa pera ko
Hindi kahihiyan ang makakamatay sa atin kundi uhaw at gutom lamang
Mamamatay nang nakadilat ang mata mo
Kahit alam **** may oportunidad na dumadaan sa mga panahong lumilipas
Mas pinili **** tumunganga na lamang sa hangin nang walang laman ang sikmura
Imbes na magsipag para may maipakain sa pamilya kahihiyan ang inuuna
Tandaan mo, wala kang laban sa sikmura **** kumakalam at dila **** uhaw
Kung hindi ka magtyaga at maghanapbuhay.

English translation:
You haven’t even started, yet they’re already shutting you down?

They say you might apply for a job that doesn’t match the degree you took. My mom, always nagging like she was born with a rooster's mouth, keeps voicing her concerns. I haven’t even submitted an application letter or a resume, and negativity is already in the air.

They say, pride doesn’t pay the bills. But is that really important? Is pride really the issue here? Should I just swallow my pride?

This is why the country doesn’t progress—because of the negative outlook of people in society. Instead of lifting each other up, they choose to mock and tear others down.

So what is the real point here? What exactly are they angry about? Do they want me to end up like others who live paycheck to paycheck, barely scraping by?

I just want to live in this world with more than the bare minimum. But unlike others, I refuse to rely on the saying "survival of the fittest." Instead, I want to believe in "comfort of the fittest."

I never want to experience another meal where soy sauce, vinegar, and oil mixed with rice are our only options just to get through the day. I never want to rely on watered-down instant noodles that stretch to feed everyone but have no real flavor.

I never want to go back to the days when dining at a fast-food restaurant was a rare treat, reserved only for birthdays or special occasions. Now, it’s no longer just a once-a-year thing—it happens whenever I have extra money.

Shame is not what will **** us—it’s thirst and hunger. You’ll die with your eyes wide open, knowing opportunities pass you by. And yet, instead of reaching for them, you choose to sit idly, stomach empty. Rather than working hard to provide for your family, you let shame control you.

Remember this—you stand no chance against a growling stomach and a thirsty tongue if you don’t hustle and work for a living.

You think you can escape it. You think you can silence it, bury it, destroy it. But karma… karma does not die. No matter how many times you strike it down, no matter how many masks you wear, no matter how loud you scream that it isn’t coming for you—it waits. Patient. Relentless. Inevitable.

You call me a monster? Perhaps. But I am only the mirror. I reflect the cruelty you thought was hidden, the injustice you believed would vanish. And karma… karma watches. It learns. It remembers. Every betrayal, every lie, every act of violence, every smile you faked while stabbing someone in the back—it never forgets.

Those who cheat, thinking they are clever, will find themselves caught in the web they wove. Those who lie, believing no one will notice, will have their own deception turn against them. Those who betray trust, assuming power protects them, will discover that power is fleeting, and trust, once broken, can never be restored.

You think you can get rid of it? You try to erase the consequences of your actions, thinking time will heal, thinking influence will protect you. But karma is not something you negotiate with. It does not plead, it does not tire. It is the shadow behind your every step, the frost in the corners of your life, the quiet voice that whispers—this is what you made.

Do you remember the ones who bullied without mercy? Who laughed as others suffered, thinking themselves untouchable? They woke one day to find the world had shifted. The tables had turned. And the very cruelty they spread like wildfire returned to burn them in ways they never anticipated. That is the law of the world: you reap what you sow.

The lesson is simple, yet often ignored. Greed will only lead to emptiness. Deceit will only chain you to lies. Vanity will only blind you until it becomes your own cage. And betrayal… betrayal, above all, comes back dressed as misfortune, humiliation, or loss. There is no escape, no loophole, no pardon.

Do not be comforted by temporary victories. Do not believe that darkness can protect you, for light always finds a way to pierce. And do not forget—no matter how many times you **** it, no matter how many times you try to erase it… karma does not die.

Those who harm others in the name of survival often find themselves alone when their allies vanish. Those who manipulate, thinking they are untouchable, often see their own lies consume them. Those who ignore pain, believing they are strong, often discover that the cruelty they inflicted returns tenfold, and they are powerless to stop it.

Justice is not always immediate. Sometimes it is slow, patient, cunning. Like water, it seeps through the cracks of arrogance, erodes pride, and finally exposes the truth. The world has a memory, and it will remind you, with precision, of everything you thought you could hide.

Those who laugh at suffering will one day cry alone. Those who betray love will one day face betrayal. Those who betray friendship, assuming loyalty is free, will learn that loyalty cannot exist where deceit is sown. Every act returns, every wrong is repaid, every crime finds its mirror.

Do not mistake inaction for mercy. Do not mistake silence for ignorance. Karma waits, observing. It watches the lies, the schemes, the betrayals, the selfishness. And when the time is right, it will speak. It will act. It will remind you of every choice, every misstep, every cruelty you believed was forgotten.

Even those who believe themselves righteous are not spared. Hypocrisy is a seed that grows quietly, unseen, until it bursts into a storm that no one can ignore. Every judgment you pass, every condemnation you deliver, every smile you force while pointing fingers—it all returns.

You may try to **** it, you may try to escape it, you may try to convince yourself that consequences are for the weak. But karma is eternal. It is patient. It is cold. And it does not forgive. It does not forget. It does not die.

So go ahead. Hurt, cheat, betray, destroy. Watch others fall and think yourself untouchable. Watch the innocent suffer and believe it is safe. But remember this: the world has a memory. And even if you bury karma under mountains of lies, it will rise again. Not as mercy, not as forgiveness, but as justice… as the reflection of everything you tried to hide.

Every choice, every action, every cruelty—they are seeds. And seeds grow. Sometimes into flowers, sometimes into weeds. Sometimes into storms that wash away everything you thought was permanent. Your life, your comfort, your power—they are all temporary. But the consequences? They endure. They persist. They wait.

Do not look for pity. Do not look for loopholes. Do not look for excuses. You are bound to the choices you make. You are bound to the truths you ignore. You are bound to the pain you cause. And when the reckoning comes, as it always does, it will leave nothing behind but truth, justice, and the cold, relentless shadow of karma.

Remember me, if you will. I am the quiet voice in the back of your mind, the shadow that watches when you think no one is looking, the whisper that asks—do you remember what you did? Because the world remembers. And the world never forgets. And even if you try to destroy it, even if you **** it a thousand times, karma… does not die.

“What goes around… comes around.
Karma is like a boomerang — you throw it out, and sooner or later, it comes whipping right back to you. And the funny part? It always comes back harder than how you sent it.

You think you got away with it.
The lies, the betrayal, the way you turned someone’s pain into your entertainment.
You walk around with that smug little smirk, thinking life has forgotten, that God has somehow missed it.
But let me remind you of this: ‘Do not be deceived: God is not mocked. For whatever one sows, that will he also reap.’ — Galatians 6:7.

You sowed cruelty. You watered it with arrogance.
You let it grow, thinking the harvest would never come.
But harvest day always comes.
And when it does, you won’t be reaping blessings — you’ll be choking on the bitter fruit of your own actions.

See, karma doesn’t knock politely.
She doesn’t send warnings.
She just shows up, sometimes slowly, sometimes all at once — and she hands you the bill for every damage you caused.
Every lie you spread, every trust you broke, every time you laughed at someone else’s downfall…
it’s all written down.
Luke 6:38 says, ‘For with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you.’
That means every cut you gave will be given back. Every wound you opened will be mirrored in your own life.

And here’s the thing — when karma comes, no one will save you.
Not your fake friends.
Not the people you manipulated.
Not the ones who cheered you on while you played the villain.
Because people remember the way you made them feel — and when the tide turns, they won’t throw you a rope. They’ll watch you sink.

So go ahead. Keep throwing that boomerang.
Keep thinking you’re untouchable.
But remember this — the farther you throw it, the harder it comes back.
And when it hits you…
I hope you remember every face, every voice, every soul you crushed on your way up.
Because that’s the soundtrack karma plays when she finally knocks on your door.”

Puso ko’y umaapaw sa tuwa
Sa tuwing ikaw ang kausap buong magdamag
Na para bang sa bawat minuto ako ay napapalundag
Dahil sa ako ay iyong napasaya

Kaya’t sana ay huwag kang magbago
Huwag kang mag-alala nandito lang ako
Naghihitay palagi para sa’yo
Kaya’t walang susuko

Laging ikaw ang nasa isip
Ang nasa aking panaginip
Laging ang pangalan mo
Ang sigaw ng aking puso

Laging ikaw ang gustong hanap ng aking mga mata
Pagkadilat ko pa lang sa umaga
Laging ikaw lamang ang gustong makatabi
Mapa-umaga man hanggang gabi

Laging ikaw lamang ang magmamay-ari ng aking puso
Pangako, mananatili akong sa’yo
Basta’t laging ikaw lamang
Laging ikaw lamang

Malayo man tayo sa isa’t-isa
Hindi man tayo laging magkasama
Basta’t iyong tatandaan
Ang puso ko’y sa iyo lamang nakalaan

Pangako, mananatili tayong buo
Hanggang sa dulo
At kahit saan man mapunta
Ako’y ‘di na kailangan mangamba

Sa iyo lamang akong talaga
Laging ikaw ang nasa aking isip
Laging ikaw ang nasa aking panaginip
Ang puso ko’y sa’yo lang talaga