Writings

In my solitude,
Words that tells my story,
Unspoken words through poetry,
I write what I feel
I live with thoughts inside my head,
true colors must be shed,
Beautiful colors,
Ugly colors,
Cos I live a colorful life.
I love to tell,
I wanted to be heard,
If ever you came across,
Please bear with all my chaos,
Emotions when I'm lost,
And feelings at all cost.

Entry #1 
They called me treacherous,
They said I was blind of the truth,
Me and possession,
are two different things. 
everything I touched, it grows.
The other one is to suffocate,
To treat everything as its object.
everything it owned, withered.
I give you freedom,
I don’t know how bad you feel,
But I guess it’s insecurity and not me.
I don’t know what makes you cynical,
But I guess it’s dishonesty and not me. Or maybe it’s lust,
I don’t know why it’s hard for you to trust,
But I think it’s betrayal who owns the biggest portion of it.
They are far more deceiving,
Don’t mistake me for one.
You see,
I am nothing but a light in this world,
I may be reciprocated or not,
But I will bring you hope,
Because I am Love.

Entry # 2:
When I was a kid
I look at the night sky,
I always wonder why
Why do the stars seem so close yet still far?
Why does the moon seems to follow wherever I go and yet I still never get too close?
All these questions out of my strong desire to know,
Then I grew up,
And I learned how to feel,
And I learned how to associate these things in my feelings.
I learned that as you grow older,
your questions in life are complex,
And feelings are much more complicated.

Entry # 3:
Museums are way to my heart,
It fascinates me.
Objects are masterpiece,
Paintings speak to me with words,
If I could paint you,
It speaks a thousand different colors too,
I guess that’s why
I love museums,
It reminds me of things you can admire,
Even from a distance,
And yet, you cannot touch.
The same thing I feel towards you.

Entry # 4
They call her a moonchild,
her emotions are ruled by the moon,
Loving fearlessly,
Her existence is all about love,
She might looked innocent as a dove,
Look at her glow,
Beyond that hard exterior,
Her heart is the superior.
Oh, sensitive kind of soul,
Empathy is a weapon.
To listen is to feel,
To feel is to heal.
Fools will say you’re weak,
cos they can’t love as hard as you do,
And no one can decipher the realness in you.

Entry #5

She was born in the year 1998. Not yet a teenager to feel the 90’s vibes and its styles but looking back at these times, it felt like she was more interested into it compared to now. Maybe she’s an old soul and she likes the vintage stuff. Music, fashion, hair and makeup styles, television shows and the need for real connection in a time where internet and social media are not yet fully developed. She remembers her childhood friends but she can’t figure out when was the last time they played outside without having an idea it was indeed going to be the last time. They grew up, entered a new decade and felt so lost in this fast-pacing world they live in. She remembered when she used to listen to the radio, she love the music. Specially the 80’s or 90’s and the early 20’s. Songs with greater voice, real talent and deeper messages that speaks out to one’s soul. Songs and melodies that can save and influence lives. Maybe she’s just the type of girl who’s longing for the past and wishes to travel back to these good old days. She loved the idea of it, the simplicity and the nostalgia of it all.

Entry #6

These thoughts are cloud-like,

gigantic and freely floating, 

Seldom feels like a Dream,

And often feels like a gloomy day.

Darkness between thunder and rain,

Anywhere the sky,

You'll chase and try.

Yet you always get lost.

You stop chasing

Rested on the green meadows,

Gaze up and study the shape,

Reflect on the size and the stillness of life. 

PAHINGA

Nais ko'y magpahinga, 

Ngunit di sa paraan ng paghimlay, 

at di rin sa mahimbing na pagpikit. 

Sa mundong kay bilis, 

Oras ay humihinto sa iyong kapit. 

Sa bawat petsa ng pasahan, 

sa araw na walang kapahingahan, 

mga oras na ginugugol, 

Gabing nananatiling gising, 

sa gitna ng tahimik na mundo. 

Aking pahinga, 

Sa araw ng pagkikita, 

ngiti sa likod ng mahabang lakaran,  

naglalaman ng kwentuhang makabuluhan, 

Mabagal na takbo ng oras, 

Tila bumibilis pag ika'y kasama. 

Sa aking alaala, 

Maliwanag na kalye ng españa, 

Umabot ang masasayang ngiti, 

Tila ayaw kang lumisan, 

Maari ka bang manatili? 

Sa mundong nais ay patunay, 

pagiging perpekto ang laging pakay, 

At sa iyong mga mata, 

Nasisilip ang malinaw, 

Malaya akong maging tunay, 

At tanggap ko ang ikaw.