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You peek from the inside of the bathroom door You wandered your eyes to see who knocked, until you lower down your sight And saw me, with my milk bottle now lying on the green rag underneath the door. You smiled and pinched my nose You pick me up then carry me inside Our laughs echoed the bathroom as we splashed water to each other. . . . You peek from the outside of the door as I struggle putting off my pajama My short legs cannot even reach the lid of the toilet bowl You laughed and messed up my hair “Let me carry you up, honey!” I let you carry me up, wait for you to leave me but you stayed, and sing to me instead A song that you also sang to my sisters every bathroom time. . . . You knocked on the door Twice... thrice … a couple of hurrying knocks and repeatedly calling my name You pushed the door and went inside when I didn’t answer. I quickly hid the fabric on my back then heaved a nervous, “Ma…” . . You threw me a teasing lo

You came just when I needed you. You stole my blank paper and filled it with lovely scribbles of Us. Visited my most hidden place where I used to be all alone; then painted my walls of various colors of Us until I've forgotten how to go back on my own self where dark prevails over radiance of the outside world. You tattooed your name on my ring finger and placed it over my heart. The scarf you lend me during that stormy night lies on the bed. Its smell is You. The color is as red as the flaring fire of my desire for you. Have you ever been a song? You are! Your voice is a complete masterpiece though sweetness I can't find still commands this heart to dance on every"follow-me", on every"you're-not-all-I-need", on every wound I bleed. I once traded my happiness over whatever it is your melody can offer. But I guess loving you is the strangest thing that has

Fate has its own way of perfect timing. The moment your gaze hit mine is the fastest of all s- low motion. I never actually thought of seeing my future with you by that time. When you came near me to do the secret handshake, my ever-so-high self-believe Drops. Unlighted streetlights are the witnesses of our crimes. All those midnight walks and drinking and drag racing were like fires flaming desires. Though forbidden, I’m still craving for something more. When you lie with me on the cold roof of the safe house and we make out, did you not think of asking for a compromise that we should stay forever this way?  

The night you told me I was beautiful is still ringing my ears. Who would have thought that those eyes will meet mine that your hands will hold mine that your lips will touch mine. The walks by the sideways after school hours are rainbows after storm; short but beautiful. Your breath fanning my face is as sweet as the cotton candy we used to share. That day you called me yours while we're on the highest loop of the roller coaster is the greatest shout I ever heard; I swear that day was the most special. Who would have thought that your promise of forever was as fake as the ring you placed on my finger? That time, all I did is to laugh with your simple gesture of showing your love. And simply hope for a great future ahead of us. But this time; Don't expect me to shrug the pain off just like that. I'm stupid. I was hurt. I'm holding on. I will still run after you when you forget to peck a kiss on my che

She opened her eyes and gazed at the darkness. Tonight was never different from the other nights. The creaking of the bed and his heavy footsteps on the carpeted floor; Moving away. She has memorized every drop of water from the faucet in the bathroom where he is at. She can imagine how he scrub his body with her soap; from his neck to his broad shoulder then to the tiniest hairs of his chest down There where she used to plant her caresses --- Endless. She wanted to believe that these nights will also be endless, like her dreams she longed to do; endless, like how she plans to keep him in her heart; endless like the barking of dogs from her yard endless like the uncountable stars she sees outside ; End- less . . . resembling the tears warming her cheeks. She laid her back on the bed and faced the ceiling. The glow of the night lamp fades its brightness. Seemingly mocking her forthcoming solitariness. She never th

The beer in the bottle was completely gone. Gone was the mist of the rain on the window pane suffering from the breaks and cracks brought by the empty beer bottle that I threw. I can see the black starless skies from the holes of the broken window. Dark. Pale. Lifeless. Is this similar to the hole I made in my chest? Or is it the same as the slash on my wrist where fountain of blood are splitting open? I heard no answer. Was I supposed to scream co’z the wounds really pained me? Was I supposed to get angry because damn, hell, He abandoned me? I heard no answer. The lampless room where I am in is covering my eyes. Dark. Pale. My life is meaningless. The shadow of your body lies underneath the curtain; dance along with the unmoving wind. Lifeless. The breaks on the window can still be fixed. The beerless bottle can still be filled. The slash on my wrist can still be stitched. But the hole in my chest S- low-

Nana’s awake and freezing cold. She snapped when she tried to move. Lips shaking; eyes closing; hands trembling. Tears kissing her sunken cheeks. Her moans made her pup stir It quickly jump to her bed and lick her fingertips. Nana stopped her sobs. She dropped her rosary and hugged her pup. Tonight is a night of solitude. Tonight is a night never different from the other nights.

Mom, as you lie there on the bed, please do not hold your breath. Keep on calling my name. Please say that you’ll still teach me how to cook Dad’s favorite meal. Please say that you already know how to do the braid you want me to wear and that you’ll tie my hair with pretty pins. Please Get up and kiss my cheeks. Say that I’m beautiful though they say it’s not real. … Mom, as you lie there can you be awake? Look how I prepared ours' and Dad’s favorite meal. Look how I can keep my hair short so you wouldn’t need to braid it. They say I’m not beautiful but guess what, I don’t mind it. Just come back, be with us. Leave heaven if you must.  --- P.S. I terribly miss you, Mama!

I have always been telling myself that a woman doesn't need a man to complete herself because she, by herself alone, is created and born perfectly whole enough to gain love, respect and happiness. Not that I am being a man-hater but, for me, if you want to be loved and cared by someone, be it by an opposite or a same-sex person, you've got to learn how to love yourself properly enough to know what is right for you and what are the things that might hurt you which you have to stay away from.  Woman, you gotta know you're important and that you deserve all the love the world has to offer. Here me out saying this through this poem: --- DEAR WOMAN His eyes don’t see the same sky with the stars you see; He clings to you not with a promise of a whole world for you but of a letting go after sucking all over you. His aggressive teeth bites while his tongue licks your hot skin not because he’s in- to yo

I cannot contain my happiness now that I finally feel the awesomeness of semestral break. Who would not want a splendiferous break from a nerve-wracking and deadly (physically, emotionally, and financially-draining) semester. Whew! How about the coming semesters before I graduate college? I can't imagine! :/ Anyway, one of the TONS of course requirements I was able to accomplish on time this semester (thank GOD!) is writing 10 poems for my Creative Writing subject. Because I have chosen writing ' poetic sequence', I was expected to write 10 (or more than that) poems that are connected with each other,  BUT can stand alone when moved out from the group. However, I didn't do a poetic sequence because, I AM NOT A WRITER. In able to complete a single poem, it takes me hours, days, or even weeks to do so. It also requires me a great inspiration to write a poem. For instance, I had a dinner with my beloved friends and fortunately, I had an awesome day with them. Ther

This week's blog article is all about: Strong and Weak Forms Style Emphasis Coherence Cliches Gobbledygook Corporates Legalese ------------ Weak and Strong Forms of Words Some monosyllabic English  function words  have a  weak form   with a reduced vowel, used when the word has no prosodic stress, and a phonemically distinct   strong form  with a full vowel, used when the word is stressed (and as the  citation form  or  isolation form  when a word is mentioned standing alone). In the case of many such words the strong form is also used when the word comes at the end of a sentence or phrase. An example of such a word is the  modal verb   can . When appearing unstressed within a sentence and governing a verb (as in  I can do it ), the weak form /kən/ (or just /kn/, with a syllabic consonant  n ) is used. However, the strong form /kæn/ is used:             when the word is stressed:  I don't  have  to do it, but I  can  do it           when the wor