WHEN MY ART FAILS
As a self-taught artist, I had to study and discover a lot by myself. I didn’t go to an art school. I didn’t attend any art classes. Although, I did have VisTech or Visual Technology classes back in college where we were taught manual rendering since I took up Bachelor of Science in Architecture (I…
FLAMES
Flames fiercely devourPhotographs of you and IAs beautiful as a flowerAs deceiving as a lie Ashes light and grayNothing like your intentionsAffection comes with a price to payEggshell paths; clever misdirections Burn! Burn! Burn!You and the pain you caused meI no longer yearnWhatever we could still be
LITTLE MISS SIDE PIECE
Graced the evening with my presenceIt was a delight to see your faceFrozen with a hint of evanescenceDidn’t have time to wipe any trace You kept him company when I was awayA secret you were too proud to keepA confident predator and an easy preyYou loved it dirty, you loved it deep Oh, honey, I…
Tick! Tock!
“Tick! Tock!”, says the clockReminding the world to hurryIt’s nothing but a subtle mockFor everything seems so blurry Taking time feels like a crimeUnder thirty; bathed in youthShould be successful in a short timeA fallacy heavily advertised as truth Go walk or run ’til you shineBut don’t forget to pauseLiving in someone’s timelineIs nothing but…
I STARTED A SKETCHBOOK PAINTING
I found my old sketchbook (from yeaaaarrrsss ago) and as I scanned through, I realized how far I’ve grown. I still am not on the level that I dream to be on, but I’ve improved over the years. I realized that my old sketchbook served as sort of a diary of my art and I’m…
UNRESTRAINED
Oh, how wonderful it must beTo love without fearUnfiltered, unproblematic, freeEverything transparent and clear Oh, how refreshing it must feelTo not play gamesNo self-respect to pull and peelNo self-worth to throw in flames Peaceful, light, fulfillingI wish to live in such a worldTo breathe without suffocatingStraighten whatever’s curled
RAGE
How do I break awayFrom an indestructible cage?Pitch black night and dayBars laced with pure rage How do I find mercyWhen I’ve been done wrong?Paper boats on troubled watersDancing ballet to a rebel song Treat blood with blindnessThan a black and white lensUntil I find peace with forgivenessI’ll settle with silence
IN THIS LIFETIME AND THE NEXT
Fifty years ago, in this same jazz club, we danced for the first time. You kept looking at me with a cheeky grin as if to hint and tease me about a secret. Each time I asked, you responded with a giggle. You held my hand as you led the way and we skipped until…
LOVE IS
Beginnings present themselves as a jackpot dealA bubble reality you would consciously choose Often forget that wounds might take forever to healQuite promising yet you know you can lose How do you rise through perils unscathed?Neither an armor nor a blade in a deadly duelBeneath the silence, in paranoia, you batheTry not to set the…
BLUR
Eddying around compliments of raw yet strong potentialEndlessly reliving and daydreaming about days of gloryBlindly and mindlessly dancing through what’s essentialEyes on the prize even though the prize seems blurry Passion perpetuates the soul when life itself becomes lifelessOh, how beautiful it must be to actually live than simply survive!Flaunts courage and drive to those…
MOUNTAINS
Mountains too high, too steep to climbDifficult to some; impossible to a doormatNo people to call, no bill nor dimeDrenched in defeat. At its foot, I sat. Spent most of my time thinkingWondered how others flew like a dartPlanning and endless dreamingGot lost not knowing where to start
MY OTHER HALF
How could I forget the first time we met?At the aisle with a “crime fiction” signYou bought the book I waited months to getYou gave it to me saying it’s mine Beautiful and optimistic, not at all tragicLike a well-written romance novelSetbacks never overpowered the “magic”A kind of love some might grovel Fifty years and…
IT FELT LIKE JUNE
I met you in the fire escape sometime around noonNo one knew where we were. No one looked for us tooIt was around January, but it felt like JuneOh, the irony of freedom when no one knew We were always on our toes; afraid someone might seeIt felt like running away from a killer in…
SHOW ME
Gifts of sunshine and grandeurWrapped in glitters with the prettiest bowI need neither silk nor velourNot convincing masks with eyes of a doe I crave not lies that make my heart flutterA blanket of ice when devoured by fireUnless genuine, you need not utterShow me your soul and your deepest desire Feed me with honesty,…
LOVE DECAY
Ran your fingers through my hairI was yours and you were mineThose eyes, that smile— oh, how debonair!You and I… our love aged like fine wine Passionate kisses and dancing of hipsWhispered sweet nothings in betweenA kind of love nothing could eclipseI craved you like how I craved caffeine “I love you”, I heard you…
NO LONGER BLIND
You held my hand and led me to sorrowYou were the gravity I refused to defyI kept choosing to have you in my tomorrowThough every time, a part of me die Walked on eggshellsWalked on hot coalsI misheard as chimes of bellsScreams of dying souls Close this chapter; start anewLife with you was far from…
GONE
Gone are the days when I ignored any clueYou were waving red flags left and rightFor us to part ways is long overdueFighting alone meant losing the fight I spoke to you with affectionYou responded with a screamYou spoke so well the language of deflectionMy sorrow seemed to make your eyes gleam Memories of me…
BURN
Before the city was bathed with lights and songs, our paths crossed and we started to exist in each other’s lives. You introduced yourself and made sure you are nothing short of an angel like how you’ve presented yourself to everyone you’ve met all these years. You were neither what I needed nor wanted, yet…
TRAUMA’S PERCEPTION
Icy cold heart getting warmer over timeSlowly turning to the opposite directionSharp, witty tongue; humor better than dimeSuch a golden yet dangerous introduction You’re making it difficult for me to turn a blind eyeThat’s how I know this is going to hurtYou’re every good adjective— it could be a lieYou’re treating like gold what others…
DANCE WITH ME
Dance with me when the world seems so quietWith the stars in the dark sky as our witnessSilence and tame my thoughts in riotYou are my strength as well as my weakness Dance with me when the world seems so mundaneMonotone and uninteresting unlike lacisA splash of color on something so dull and plainYour embrace…
APOLOGIES AND ROSES
Waited with the finest roses in your handEvery detail nailed down to perfectionYou think apologies are synonymous with “anything grand”Showed up with the promise of non-existing affection They say red is the color of loveDon’t you think it’s also the color of pain?A crow in the feathers of a doveWhat is there for you to…
CONTRADICTION
Of all the things you could have doneYou chose to hop back and forth from bad to worstYou presented yourself as warm as the sunYet secretly dangerous and deadly like a curse How can you be a lot of different things at once?The best example of a walking contradictionHonestly, if I really am what you…
CREAKING AT DAWN – Part 1 “First Sight”
A man looked up from his phone and repeatedly checked house numbers until he stopped in front of an open metal gate that had patchy, faded red paint on it. Sweat dripped down his neck and kissed the collar of his shirt as he moved it against his body to get the cool air flowing inside…
WHY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO LEAVE YOU
My words were almost always inaudible for each time I spoke, I was running out of breath. Tears on my face were rain pouring heavily; nothing but a mess. Each time, it felt like the end of the world. Each time, the reason was you. I knew I should’ve left the first time you broke my…
HOW DID I DO IT?
I deeply breathed in and out as the sun’s afternoon warmth kissed my cheek. It’s a familiar warmth yet it felt different. I opened my eyes and saw the sun starting to set. That golden sky, oh, how beautiful! It’s enchanting how tree leaves danced to the music of the wind. As nature gave a…
MY MISS JENNIFER HONEY
Invisible to the naked eye are our footsteps and imprints on the concrete that we walk on. We often question our purpose and more often than not, we are filled with negative perceptions of ourselves which were nurtured by the Agatha Trunchbull of our lives. However, the universe lights a beacon of hope and proves…
JUDAS
On the path everybody wanted to takeI found myself uncomfortably isolatedIt was not a decision I wanted to makeYet I necessarily did and I wasn’t elated People think I was lucky to be on that pathFor the season of my journey wasn’t idealThe devil wasn’t the season’s wrathThough anything worse seems unreal Found myself in…
COURAGE AND COWARDICE
“This is it!”, I whispered to myself. I was so nervous and excited at the same time that I was so aware of how deep and slow I breathed. My hands were cold and shaking that I was trying so hard not to drop the beautiful bouquet of flowers I was holding. I felt like…
NOTHING AND EVERYTHING
As my hair flew and covered my face, the wind went on to kiss my skin with its cold lips. It was just momentarily, but it was surprisingly detailed. It’s as if every hair on my arm knew which direction the wind was going. My eyes are closed and I feel like I’m falling slowly…
AWAY FROM HOME
“When children are away from home too long, they forget who they are” -Eleanor Young (Crazy Rich Asians) “You don’t know the streets of Manila!”, my parents warned me fiercely. They have always been so opposed to my decision of flying to Manila and living there by myself. I was 21 then. I was an…
BARELY 5ft
Each and every one of us is different. Each and every one of us is special in our own way and has our own destiny. Unfortunately, others are being underestimated and bullied because of how they look. People who are underestimating others because of their looks are simply insensitive and too proud of themselves. Have they ever…
DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND
Light, plain, white curtains being blown from the dark brown wood accents of the room by the cold wind from the North East would allow daylight to dominate one-third of the room. The flowers would be dancing to the rhythmic chirping of the birds sitting on the cream roof of the house. A comforter as…
THE GHOST OF UNFORGOTTEN PAST
I was enjoying my coffee at the coffee house down town near the pastel boutique, with a good book in my hand. “AEVL”. I was lounging on the beige futon at the balcony facing the beautiful painting-like scenery of the sea. It was her favorite spot. I was on the twenty-fourth page when the sweet,…
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