Linggo, Nobyembre 5, 2017

live and love

And just like a flicker,
We're one day gone in this world.
Passing like folly
Never realizing we slowly drift away

Appreciate what's infront of you
Never let go of a moment
Seize the day
Embrace change

Treasure the memories
Live for the day
Live and love
Laugh often, cry a little

We never know when one's time is up
So live and love
Never forget to stop and enjoy the view
Just live and breathe

Life's meant to be lived not to be caged
Let go of the chains and the burdens
Seize the day,
Live and love till the end of time.

Sabado, Hulyo 15, 2017

gold tears

solid gold tears,
if I were to say.

i love you.
though you'd always feel lacking

solid gold tears.
and so it freely falls

i love you.
and it gives me shivers how my eyes are so full with tears

solid gold tears
waiting to just freely unleash its power

i love you.
much more frequent than how the sun rises or the moon shines

solid gold tears
they slowly fall as I long for one sweet grace

i love you.
you creature you, i have loved you more than i myself could allow

solid gold tears
as I begin to ponder on memories

dont quit, dont give up.
you told me! you told me to never give up!

solid gold tears
as I slowly hold them back

you told me to hold on and we can make it. i've been holding on. but what's the commotion

solid gold tears.
just let it rot in my system.

i reckon i wont bear it if this tears linger for a while more.

 i love you.
can you hear me?


Martes, Disyembre 20, 2016

tic tac

Tic tac,
Its like your life passes by
Before your very eyes

Tic tac,
Its like time running out
As you stay in one corner

Tic tac,
Its like having the world count on you
Tic tac,
But never really having anyone to count on

Tic tac,
Its like digesting everyone's meal
Tic tac,
And expecting to take it all out as well

Tic tac,
Its like things wont run smoothly
Tic tac,
Without you. Without you.

Tic tac,
Its as if everyone's lives depended on you
Tic tac,
Its like putting the world on your shoulders

Tic tac,
Its like finding someone
Tic tac,
To finally lay the burden on

Tic tac,
Its hoping this wont take a while anymore
Tic tac,
Its what keeps me going

Tic tac,
To know that time runs fast
Tic tac,
However slow it feels like

Tic tac,
I'll let the hands move
Tic tac,
Just as it slowly diverts attention

Tic tac,
Not on me
Tic tac,
But on to another

Tic tac,
And so the clock moves
Tic tac,
And though youth passes by

Another youth becomes adult.
To pass on a lifetime of work.
To pass on all that's giving bondage
To finally live a life

Free of worries
Free of deadlines
Free of responsibilities
Of others.



Tarry a little while
These four cornered walls
They seem to sophocate
Slowly, its like an echoing silence

Drowning you into an infinite mess
Of chaos and distraction
You keep your eye on the price
And your head focused

But it lingers
Grasping your skin till it hurts
Till it hurts,
And till you wake

This is not a dream
And that's when it sinks in deep
This is not a dream
Its reality waiting to uncover

This is not a dream
And I wish it was
This is not a dream
How can this be real?

This is not a dream
How I wish fairytales were real
This is not a dream
But I still strongly hope

That one day soon
I'll wake up
Tears turn to dust
Clinging on to hope

That one day, the present would only be just a dream.


Martes, Nobyembre 29, 2016

broken strings

And you keep playing music, chilling Disregarding life and all its chaos Keep strumming, humming that tune You kept singing that verse you dont even know is right Play it continously Go on, go on. Till we finally realize Everything has its own depreciation level. And slowly, Slowly The strings get broken Like a ticking time bomb As it gets used. It draws near the deadline. Getting through smoothly... Or finally saying goodbye. These broken strings, Its tired. Tired as heck, They're praying to get changed. Or at least get some new friends. Its shouting a big SOS. Help. These broken strings... Saying goodbye... Just a little sooner and ever.. 1.49AM 113016

Until when?

Smiles. Greatest weapon. Greatest self destruct grievance. Best way to say you're fine and happy When in fact you're near the verge of slowly giving up. If any person would ever be in my place? I'd say they would have given up. Long time ago. But to say this, Its like boasting. Many have long stayed. How long should I stay? How long can I stay? How long will I bear. How long will I try. How long will I crawl. How long will I pretend. Lord.. give me a reason to stay. give me a helping hand to believe things are possible. Lord, strengthen me more each day. Help me believe that anything is possible. Oh Lord... to feel free. Is the most valuable treasure. To savor the wind in my hair To feel the sand in the seas.. Oh Lord, just one break. Just one quick one. I dont wanna be drowned in this misery. Its slowly swallowing me whole. Its eating me like a kid eats cake. Slowly, savoring me, piece by piece And it aches, it aches a little A little then a lot. Then it hastens, but then it lingers. Going steady then fast. Oh dear, save me Its deep within me.. Until when will this end. Until when. Until when. Until when... 113016 1:31AM :/

Linggo, Marso 13, 2016


Funny how I started this page as a student A student with high hopes and dreams. A student with a passion to share her thoughts through bits of fragmented words and phrases. Its been years, and finallu I pushed through. It was a long journey, But it was all worth the wait. 8 months has passed since my first day at work Its been draining yet fulfilling. Nothing much has changed. Although I have less time to write..... And less time to explore the world and all its wonders Nevertheless I wanna prepare myself for the good life Its gonna be one heck of a ride and im gonna enjoy it :) Cheers for now! x 12:59pm March 14, 2016

Pen & Paper 📒✒

But what does writing really mean to you? Is it just a passing fancy, A past time, a hobby. Something you do when idle, or coerced by authority. But what does writing really mean to you? Is it a passion that rages within you, A phrase you cant contain. A longing for a pen and paper, endless scribbling that can go on forever. But what does writing really mean to you? Is it a path to take, A risk you'd make. Or a calling slowly dying, Amidst reality sinking deep within. Writing does not envy, It does not boast. Writing does not compete. Its something that keeps waiting until realized. Its that which flows deep in your veins Through every organ and system in your body. Its that which experiences real emotions Real people, real stories. Writing is freedom. For thoughts that are caged, Words unspoken, And ideas that just never seem to happen. And to me, writing is not giving up. On something so dear. Its holding close a gift so precious. And still bit by bit, hoping for a dream to be realized. 12:41pm 031416

Sabado, Mayo 9, 2015

holding on

The past 3 days have been topsy turvy, it seemed like the rollercoaster ride we have been for the past six years is finally going to a pit stop, a halt. Funny thing is, we got stuck on the high part, its like were hanging on to the safety rails with our seatbelts on, staring down the world below us. We scream our hearts out, our fears and uncertainties, were afraid of falling or failing. But we hold to what‘s dear to us. We strongly believe that in just a few moments the ride of our lives will start moving once more. Never left out nor abandoned. Im still hanging on the rails at the moment. Still feeling the wind on my hair, the beauty of His creation... and as I grasp thy infinite hope, yesteryears flash back. Looking back to the moments of tears and joy, 6 years has gone by so swiftly. And now, as I hold on to the rails and see the world below, I stare blankly into space, into heaven. Coz I know the past 6 years have been fruitful. Coz He had made all things possible. And as I hang on today, I shall keep on believing on His promise. That He is with me on this journey. And never shall I fear once more, nor will I ever question what‘s to happen. Cause He had made all things possible, that tomorrow may actually be great cause He is in control. You know what‘s crazy? Its that without knowing, the stop on the high slopes is actually the best part, its when your heart beats fast, your blood creeps up and down and you remember you‘re actually alive coz these things never happen always, the tremble you feel and the nervousness its the most real you‘ll ever feel. So what‘s left to know? Its to believe in His promise, that ‘it is done and so we shall not fear.‘ To let go and let loose, for the next part of the ride is the greatest, the fastest ride we can ever have towards the finish line is soon to happen. I was doing something a while ago and a sudden thought of writing came to me. later on i heard this phrase being whispered to me, “how are you my child? stand tall and believe for i have made the impossible happen.“ I dont actually know if its just my conscious mind saying this but, i strongly believe the Lord God is saying something. So how are you my dear friend? lets keep the faith for this roller coaster ride will totally be awesome coz He is in charge, keep the faith, were landing soon and yes, it is done!!! 8.57pm. 050815

Huwebes, Setyembre 25, 2014

Masks and Fronts~

Droplets of rain fall just as my heart ponders
On thoughts i'd rather not think about
Moments linger, emotions flourish
I lay awake just to see what happens next

Actions are louder than the thoughts that dwell inside our cages
What the brain conceives physical nature brings out
Arrows streak on a bull's eye
Blood flow through existing veins

Masks and fronts
Smiles and leaving.
Loneliness surfaces
and to writing...

Dwell on written words that dont cut as blade
When the heart feels lacerated and handicapped
The world seem suffocating
And fake.

Facades and rumors
Whispers and stabs
Like pinned needles they sting
Cause the mind never forgets

But you'll always be fine
Cause moments pass
We move on.
We pretend.

Treasures and friends.
True or False.
I don't even know what's real
Nor where I stand

Crossroads and goodbyes
Junctions and dilemmas
You ask where to go
And in signs you look

Mind's confused, hear wonders
How does one think logically?
How does one surpass such?
Too many questions raised

So little time to discover,
one self and decisions
dispositions and beliefs
I can not answer a single one.

but one day perhaps.