It’s a cold, windy December and my lips start to quiver—leaving my heart yearning, losing my entire being; then my body begins to shiver, exhausted from this yearly fever. With broken hopes and dreams and regrets of what it seems are pent up thoughts of the year as I reminisce my fears. The last thing… Continue reading December
Spring Ave
i knew you were in torpor. for the winter air, just like before, didn’t allow you to soar nor spread your wings; or create new beginnings. but now we’re at an ending— and i could just remember how close you were by the dying ember; singing a tune or two, of a melody just for… Continue reading Spring Ave
Embrace
i used to dislike hugs. but then, circumstances have changed; because now, i found myself craving, for the feel of a warm embrace. as the arms cling to the curve of each other’s backs, they resemble sunset rays— caressing one’s skin, comforting one’s being, then whispering to one’s soul, “you did well today. tomorrow, i’m… Continue reading Embrace
Soon
there'll come a day when we'd smile fondly about the hardships we're currently facing. there'll come a day when we'd completely heal from whatever gave us pain. there'll come a day when we don't have to feel like crying. but 'til then, we just have to feel every single emotion and endure the pouring rain.… Continue reading Soon
Second Nature
Thinking is like breathing—involuntarily done, unrelenting. In a state of panic with the mind so manic; wishing you could stop hearing your own heart—beating, ticking like a clock. Sweating palms, fidgeting legs, having your own self to beg your own mind: to rest, to let go, to calm down, and let it flow. But then… Continue reading Second Nature
Terrified
the truth is i’m terrified. when i get sad, i used to write. my negative emotions converted into ink; but the past days, i felt like there’s no need. the truth is i’m terrified. when i get anxious, i used to write. jumbled thoughts arranged on paper; but the past days, i did none whatsoever.… Continue reading Terrified
I‘d Love to Write, But…
I’d love to write at this moment. But right now I’m fueled by anger at this government that poses dangers to its people and constituents who have been ignored and mistreated. After all, those who are seated only care for the rich and privileged. I’d love to write at this moment. But right now my… Continue reading I‘d Love to Write, But…
I’mperfect
Why settle with flaws? Perfection almost killed me. I don’t like that path. -fin- (featured image: Psychology Today)
Be-you-tiful
how many times do i have to write about you, to make you understand your worth? how many times do i have to write about you, to prove you’re one of a kind in this earth? how many times do i have to write about you, to show you there is more to you than… Continue reading Be-you-tiful
Empower (International Women’s Day)
My emancipation is through modesty; and yours might be through nudity. Her wish is to have kids and settle down; whilst the other wants to make the world her whole town. Some likes fashion and cosmetics; then others might prefer sporty athletics. We may differ at times with most of our choice; but we’re similar:… Continue reading Empower (International Women’s Day)