Everything in life is writable if you have the outgoing guts to do it and the imagination to improvise.
She walked a while Maybe a little farther than she'd expected she could. She walked some more Maybe a little deeper into the tunnel than she ever would. And she doesn't know why, she fell. "I'm skilled enough at walking..." She said; And yet she tripped. And hurt herself.
Dating is a fallacy; just as much as the concept of 'love' is. -Me I have never been in an intimate relationship with anyone, NBSB, is what they call it. No Boyfriend Since Birth. But I have had my own share of heartbreaks and dumb moments. Sigh. The things we do for love. Over time,… Continue reading NO Words
In our church, our priest is Polish. He has lived in Cagayan de Oro City, my city, for years now and is very fluent in Bisaya, my native language. It is always a funny feeling when I get to bring friends to mass and share to them how our priest is a foreigner but when… Continue reading Song a Day Challenge Day 4: My Morena Girl
For poets; their audience… And those who understand that art is supposed to make you feel.
I write, I bleed.
You see the wounds,
And bleed with me.
I write, I laugh.
You hear the joy,
And rejoice with me.
Happiness at its best
Or happiness at its worst,
Life is my poem…
And words are my medium.
I’ll be honest with you.
I have a very complicated love/hate relationship with spoken word poetry.
In the sense that I love really good spoken word.
And that I absolutely hate, loathe. despise really bad spoken word.
And unfortunately, the vast majority of current spoken word is really really bad. So I hate more, and nowadays, hate by default.
BUT…there are a few glimpses of hope. Some rays of sunshine. Some good examples that, I don’t know if it’s because of the muck that they are surrounded with or the true merit of their extraordinary talents, really do blow my mind.
When I was first introduced to spoken word I was just in awe of the emotion and animation that spoken word poets brought to a normally quiet and subdued art. Poetry was something you wrote and read in your mind, or in hushed tones, or in quiet…
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I write you. You read me. There's two sides to every story. There is you and summer. Me and spring. You and winter. Autumn is ours, because we fall.
WE ARE MOTHS... We're otherworldly beings seemingly moths but not quite. We choose the flame, but not by instinct. We choose the flame, because fire is ecstacy; and we do not feel the burn. Only when we leave the flames... Only then does the pain sink in.
Okay. Here goes. I owe y'all 3 overdue songs. Hahah. And so... since my previous post was about how I was feeling a tad Japanese, (and yeah, I know what being Japanese means...gimme a break) here's a song I have been addicted to the minute I heard it. Japan is a country so full of… Continue reading Song a Day Challenge Day 3: Heartache
It’s been a while, my friends! Hello to all my Catholic friends out there! I hope you are spending your Holy Week as you should. Anyway, as most of you might know by now…especially if you’ve seen a fellow blogger's post about a certain anime he watched recently, I tried watching it too. I really… Continue reading The Girl and Makoto Shinkai’s Films
April 12.2016. ManvsLoneliness.Tweet. Your Name. Kimi No Na Wa. Sappiness at its best. MY life is dull. MY LIFE is dull. Bawling at 3AM. Still crying by 5AM. Morning came. Bank. Encash. Check. Friend. Pinoy time. I was early. Pft. Spaghetti again. Happy. Met a friend. In a long while. Pink. Ew. Friendship is sacred.… Continue reading How I write in my journal
Humility. Is what changes a person. And Service changes us.
Love is a verb, Some genius once said. And we do it, babe. So I guess love is that.. exactly. A verb we play, we do. We get addicted to.
Current News: BACK TO BLOGGING! COMEBACK IS REAL!!! I hate small talk. I wanna talk about atoms, death, aliens, sex, magic, intellect, the meaning of life, faraway galaxies, the lies you've told, your flaws, your favorite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night, your insecurity and fears... I like people with depth, who… Continue reading Status
I missed this. Writing at my own time.. Writing just for me... I started April with a bang! I graduated from college and I am happy! Work is finally under way and so far... so good. AT least better than I expected, anyway. But good times never last long. I have a job. Yes. I… Continue reading Song a Day Challenge, Day 2: A Warrior Is A Child
As bright as a golden spoon's head, High atop the city and me, It shines brighter than the headlight Of the sedan following me!
Hey there! It's been so long! I'm finally a graduate! A couple of days ago, Man nominated me for the Song a Day Challenge. The challenge is to post song lyrics from 5 different songs for 5 days and share the meaning. And since April is ... National Poetry Month... I will share 5 songs… Continue reading Song a Day Challenge, Day 1: Northern Downpour