"Self-loathing, like guilt and regret, deserves to be suppressed or sealed away," he said. "Why?" "In order for it to stop incapacitating us. In order for us to stay sane." Words by Josue Mapagdalita Painting by Winston Chmielinski (via Pinterest)
“Tagu-taguan, maliwanag ang buwan. Wala sa likod, wala sa harap. Pagkabilang kong tatlo, nakatago na kayo. “Isa. “Dalawa …” Mailap ang umaga sa paggising sa akin. Lumipad ang mga ibon na para bang may nais silang iwasang masamang panahon. Mabilis ang pag-ihip ng hangin; halos tumiklop at bumaluktot ang bintana naming yari sa plywood. Delikado … Continue reading Taguan
everybody is a keeper of souls whose very existence begets memories of party delight, of unexpected sunshine, of cold drizzles during the summertime. everybody loves to play these peoples' perilous games and so they ignited flames across the hills — that never sinned against any of them. everybody lives in their desire to trail tracks … Continue reading Nobody
It has already been a week ever since the angels of dog heaven took her away from us. For these past few days I have been trying to hide and (sometimes) deny this grief that inevitably crossed the corners and walls of my heart, because I needed to focus on work and other matters relevant … Continue reading Bidding Farewell to our Wonder Dog
"Every time I try to love, reality further drowns me," I answered as I sat. "It's like an ocean that has its own hands to pull me underneath until I can no more breathe. But by the next day, I'll find myself on the shore, still breathing, having realised that the scars I had have renewed to become wounds—some of which are much deeper or more serious than their precursors."
"But before I finally say my farewell to you, there is this memory that I am sure I would never forget: the very first time you set your feet on the soil and ran around the whole garden by the countryside, as if you were enjoying the first breath of freedom after my father lifted you out from your little, beautiful cage. In that particular moment, I felt so proud when I saw you running as fast as you could and stashing yourself between the rich foliage, as if you want us to play hide-and-seek with you. And as I think of it, relief comes back into my senses, because finally, you experienced the life outside the comfort of four corners during your last days."
Hounded by numbers Cared for grades than the lessons Dispersed knowledge gained
Loss of hidden pride Inspires the damsel to shine Flips hair, loves again Inspired by RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge. Photo from Domestic Church.
Before I lined up and enrolled for my fourth semester of stay in the University, I already predicted that the next five months would be academically toxic and crucial. Furthermore, finding a course that will serve as the best avenue to release this debilitating mixture of feelings induced by repetitious moments of failures — or … Continue reading Speech 11, fun, and underlying lessons
Gazing at night skies Thinking of old memories Wounds turn fresh again Photo credits to Wikipedia. A response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge.
Earlier, when I was inside the bus during my journey back home, there sat beside me a student who seemingly came fresh from a high school graduation ceremony. He wore a uniform full of signatures and notes; the school logo sealed on his pocket led to my deduction that he came from a school known … Continue reading Letters
The source of magic Comes straight from beneath the chest Thoughts gone actualized A response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge Photo credits to http://i2.cdnds.net/
My love ends neglect Until my lungs exhausts, dries Hope shall ever last A response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: 'Love and Last'
Be pleased with thy jeans. Don't threaten tattered wallets. Choose needs over wants.
If you are looking for great adventures, Search beyond the boundaries and the comforts of the city Carry within you the struggles of the marginalized and the poor And in a united goal , watch with them a lengthy starry night. I knew you had to always look through the window Because the chills … Continue reading Starry Night; Warm Sunshine
I remember these children of sandy environment of Mabalacat, Pampanga and their facial beams whenever they sing Yeng Constantino's "Ikaw" and their idol Lyca Gaironod's own rendition of songs. I remember their loud laughter whenever we commit errors in pronouncing the words inherent to their dialect and whenever I give explanations for asking me why … Continue reading Basic Masses Integration & Medical Mission in an Aeta Community
Sharp beacon of light Fielding great moments through clouds Battling against height A response to Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge Photo credits to http://www.alaska-in-pictures.com/
The Scriptures foretell: When the judgment day comes near The lamb slays the beast. A response to Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge. Photo credits to http://static.guim.co.uk/
In desire for war Guts and strength overthrow fear Fame is well achieved
Once, there was a teenager who wished to escape puberty by the time the first twin pimples popped out near his nostrils, and he hated the fact that the silly idea of removing them with the sharp ends of the nail cutter was something he could not accomplish, because, local aged men told him that … Continue reading The Writer and The Physicist: The Meaning of Courage
I made this poem earlier during our Political Science 150 class, while I was struck with boredom. The piece tells the story of unrequited love and of moving-on, both of which I had tried to relate with the natural events in the Universe and even in our planet.
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The room deviates from the customary For silence's a requisite to survival But neither of us shall deny The consequence of a dying love The room throws us back again To the moment where we began our affair Lingering, clinging to each other's arms Prevailing sleep for once in a while The room's … Continue reading The Room
Roses will be plain rubbish If once blue skies kept turning grey Doves can’t anymore fly northwest Leaves won’t transpire in zest Each moment that passes Every glimpse you create All actions you make Desert me, breathless No creature shall complain When I gasp in pure despair How shall I love thee If you already … Continue reading Breathless
In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "Image Search." Yuletide's over Longing for your arrival Waiting for a chance. But no departures Shall shatter our love.
Trapped inside The piles of rocks From a speedy avalanche I found myself Barely breathing With heart racing In terror, I screamed But my voice seems To only bouncing back No one heard me I only thought of Letting the night pass by The howling wolves Terribly scared me I thought of you While jailed … Continue reading Ice Jail
As I am typing this, I knew by heart that my mind earlier had been surged with the thoughts of flooding requirements, of prospects of failing, and of anxiety over uncertainties. My friends and colleagues, and even my previous teachers beforehand knew that I can prevail over academic stress, but sometimes, I blame myself for … Continue reading Someone Who Understands the Most
For a boy who lives in the tropics Though the surrounding's torrid And wet oftentimes He waits for those falling leaves To mark his season of writing Patiently, fervently He watches the trees That are opposite the window But an autumn is so far away Nor found in nearby states So he keeps his wishes … Continue reading Falling Leaves
Credits to http://blog.timesunion.com/ for the original photo! Poetry by S.J. Takeshi
In response to RonovanWrites Weekly #Haiku Prompt Challenge #16 Haunt & Release
Your smiles's enticing, Invites me to spend One more sweet day. And fortnights pass Kissing on thorned bushes. Life's filled with no regrets Rolling ourselves on the bed Shared each other's glances. Entering the coffee shop Staring at you as you order; Sipping the same drink together While I'm wiping your lips. Your smiles's enticing … Continue reading Another Sweet Day
A response to Daily Prompt's Sweeping Motions
This isn't a Harry Potter story Or of some lovers sharing glory I opened my phone, utters some voice You said, where are you now? But the calling time’s maximized, So I clicked the red button. The train driver had notified: Taft Avenue, this is the end station. I looked outside, sunset starts And the clouds on … Continue reading End Station
'Twas a big, rainy day Friends come by and say hey And all my clouds turned to gray Finals will come by May. My eyes locks at computer screen Feeling nerd, I have been Summer fades, stress release! Playing games with ease. At last, the exam was laid On my chair's desk, nerves break I … Continue reading Releasing Mental Breakdown
I came across a pavement Full of compulsive buyers and sellers Of different garments. Nervous, held my bag, Fearing snatchers to pass by. Suddenly I heard someone spoke Her voice's enticing, clinging into my ears Her words: Buy this at low cost. 'Twas a old woman, with black-grey hair, Rugged clothes welcomed me. Oh sure, … Continue reading The Truth has been Spoken!
The Great Divide Photo Credits to: Taryn Cox The Wife Poetry by Sueju Takeshi
In response to Daily Prompt's Ready, Set, Done Our free-write is back by popular demand: today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less. The professor said, Pass your papers! In a count of three One ... two. Badum! Badum! I murmured, Bitch please. But sir, I haven't … Continue reading Bitch, please
Back, outstretched Fully exhausted Head, paralyzed Can't seem to think Things filing into bricks Hectic schedule, Truly stinks Sleep is indeed For the weakling Care about me to rest? No, my dear, no You have to study And prepare for Tomorrow's exam And for upcoming failures After this My back will be laid Again And … Continue reading Paralyzed
Daily Prompt Flash Talk You’re about to enter a room full of strangers, where you will have exactly four minutes to tell a story that would convey who you really are. What’s your story? I sat down For an interview The breeze, so cold Touches my hair I looked around Seeing eyes Staring, judging My … Continue reading Hi everyone, I am … in Four Minutes?
Hello, visitor Welcome to my home Red carpet's placed by the door Welcome to my home Little do I know That you're my brother And you already have your own daughter Let her sit on the couch But let her pee there ... never We knew that you are clever But you won't be prevailing … Continue reading Welcome to my Home
In a world where evil lurks at the every corner, how could we trust someone who is, in entirety, a stranger to us? Shall we completely lose our faith to our fellowmen? What do you think is something which drives humans to help one another? Read the following selection to find out. Had I been … Continue reading A Cab Driver’s Story
Next in Line A second #RoyalBaby will soon be joining the Windsors in England. Given the choice, would you rather be heir to the throne, or the (probably) off-the-hook sibling? I am a Windsor. Born with great fame and jewels, Never wished for royalty But since you desire for it, Here, the crown is fully yours. … Continue reading Here, the Crown is Yours
Greetings, Stranger You’re sitting at a café when a stranger approaches you. This person asks what your name is, and, for some reason, you reply. The stranger nods, “I’ve been looking for you.” What happens next? A day in the year 2030 was full of hectic schedules for my international graduate studies, and once in … Continue reading ‘Till We Meet Again
Locked and Sealed Can you keep a secret? Have you ever — intentionally or not — spilled the beans (when you should’ve stayed quiet)? One day, when I and my friend were walking down a lengthy pavement leading to their house, we talked about several stuff, which include romantic relationships. A question and an answer … Continue reading Trust Me
To school, travels fast Amassing knowledge, sits down Two ears grabbed in front. A typical student does Spend more than eleven hours.
Numbers, greeks flashing To the board, to the ceiling. Traces of null sets Leads to nasal hemorrhage. Students say, more tissues please.
The polar air hugs Every pole from side to side. Stations mark the stop. A man then unloads nearby, Facing the great floods beyond. Full Tanka Sueju Takeshi 武