Grades: Only Numbers


Hounding his false dreams

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.

Refreshed Wounds

A piercingly bright curtain of stars is the backdrop for this beautiful image taken by astronomer Håkon Dahle. The silhouetted figure in the foreground is Håkon himself surrounded by just a couple of the great dark domes that litter the mountain of ESO’s La Silla Observatory. Many professional astronomers are also keen photographers — and who could blame them? ESO sites in the Atacama Desert are among the best places on Earth for observing the stars, and for the same reason, are amazing places for photographing the night sky. Håkon took these photos while on a week-long observing run at the MPG/ESO 2.2 -telescope. During this time, the telescope was occasionally handed over to a different observing team, giving Håkon the opportunity to admire the starry night — as well as to capture it for the rest of us to see. The Milky Way is brighter in the Southern Hemisphere than in the North, because of the way our planet’s southern regions point towards the dense galactic centre. But even in the South, the Milky Way in the night sky is quite faint in the sky. For most of us, light pollution from our cities and even the Moon can outshine the faint glow of the galaxy, hiding it from view. One of the best aspects of La Silla Observatory is that it is far away from bright city lights, giving it some of the darkest night skies on Earth. The atmosphere is also very clear, so there is no haze to further muddy your vision. The skies at La Silla are so dark that it is possible to see a shadow cast by the light of the Milky Way alone. Håkon submitted this photograph to the Your ESO Pictures Flickr group. The Flickr group is regularly reviewed and the best photos are selected to be featured in our popular Picture of the Week series, or in our gallery.

Gazing at night skies
Thinking of old memories
Wounds turn fresh again

Photo credits to Wikipedia. A response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge.

The Heart Releases the Truest Kind of Magic


The source of magic

Comes straight from beneath the chest

Thoughts gone actualized

A response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge

Photo credits to 

Forget Me


Love and Last


My love ends neglect

Until my lungs exhausts, dries

Hope shall ever last

A response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: ‘Love and Last’

Your Face




Be pleased with thy jeans.

Don’t threaten tattered wallets.

Choose needs over wants.

A response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Starry Night; Warm Sunshine


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 of dawn caused your bladder’s impending explosion.

Remember, endurance’s a prerequisite to long journeys along the road

But in a few hours more,the embrace of warm sunshine will be above you.


The sandy, sizzling environment of Mabalacat, Pampanga

Surrounded by long fences and monstrous signs of corporate entities

Wanting to build golf fields and the planned Clark Green City,

The starry night is, but in loneliness, will soon dash away.


Two mountains standing apart, connected with hanging bridges

Spark great fear of falling onto the hard rocks brought by lahar

But to reach the community one must brave the height

Because the mission’s fulfillment gives a warm sunshine.


The Aeta children welcomed the strangers with a facial beam

Without the thought that they might be oppressors

Or the right hand men of the capitalists or of the landlords

And in their beautiful eyes a starry night might glow.


Happily they sang the modern songs they hardly understood

Singing Frozen’s ‘Let It Go’ in a repeating stereo tone

Or idolizing Lyca Gairanod and all other ‘The Voice Kids’  renditions

Their melody touches like warm sunshine beneath the ears.


Most of them lined up inside the small, hollow-blocked room

Waiting for the doctor’s stethoscope to be placed above their chests

The babies cried, but the schoolers observed in an open-mouthed wonder

And just like the blinks of the starry night, they wished to hear their hearts too!


The adults spoke about their stories and histories

As they offered root crops and nutritious meals to the hungry

As they spared their bedrooms and pillows to the sleepy strangers

I knew the warm sunshine blessed their souls with hospitality and prudence.


Our Aeta brothers and sisters suffered from oppression

Through false representations of those empowered by the ‘seats’.

They have always wished for self-determination,

But instead experienced some unwanted alienation.


In development they were not against,

But only hoped for the promised sustainability

Where the neoliberal agenda shall not prevail

Over the indigenous people’s interest and of the masses.


During starry nights I shall remember the Aeta children of Marcos Village

And as stars glitter I shall always see the hope in their shy smiles

Their mountainous settlement shall remain their paradise

So that their warm sunshine won’t turn in a cold instant.

This poem was published at Sulo’s March 2015 Issue. “Starry Night; Warm Sunshine” is the metaphor used to describe the current lives and struggles of the indigenous peoples in the Philippines.

Sulo is the official newsletter of KATRIBU National.


Beacon and Field

God Light

Sharp beacon of light
Fielding great moments through clouds
Battling against height

A response to Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge

Photo credits to

Beast & Day


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 

War and Fame


In desire for war

Guts and strength overthrow fear

Fame is well achieved

A response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge. Photo Courtesy of

Love and the Universe

Love and the Universe

Orbits decree the farthest distance

And light years dictate the lowest chance

‘Cause I am Mercury and he is Mars

Revolving around a certain sun.


The stars die as the universe expands

Uncertainties conquer the realm

With Orion losing the last arrow in his arms

And notes of requiem, catching the breath of life.


Polar ends rotate and interchange

As love cripples out in mortal vain

Drying the tears of the ailing night sky

When the new dawn wishes to arise.

My Interpretation:

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. Moreover, I am writing this interpretation because this is one of the skills I had learned in Speech 11, one of the General Education (GE) subjects that I have been taking for this semester.

The first stanza simply states that the author and the one he loves are different, in terms of talent, socio-economic status, likes, and the others. The third verse subliminally suggests that the author and his beloved are both biologically male, as Mercury and Mars are both Roman gods which are masculine in nature. But the fourth verse says that despite their obvious differences, they share the same goals and dreams in life, which is figuratively represented by the sun.

The second stanza is much more emotional than the previous one. The first line,the stars die as the universe expands, means that chances to go nearer to the one you really love seemed to be so distant whenever opportunities keep on knocking on your doors. This could also be interpreted as an abrupt enlargement in your beloved’s circle of friends, which could increase the probability that he may not notice you.

The first line, moreover, is also a statement of failure. Thus, in verse 2, it is normal for the author to feel the plagues of uncertainties as he has his heart broken. This emotional challenge is even more emphasized in the third line, with Orion losing the last arrow in his arms, which symbolizes despair and depression. The last line of the second stanza looks like an oxymoron, with notes of requiem symbolizing severe distress and breath of life symbolizing hope. When both of these concepts are connected with the word awaiting, the author may have wanted to say that the encouragement and help of loved ones could mend at least the worsening pain of the heart-broken individual.

The first and the second verses of the last stanza mean that whenever we repeatedly fall in and fall out of love and get hurt, we also tend to change our perspectives concerning love. Moreover,the third and the last lines of the same stanza are interpreted as the moving-on stage and the return of true happiness.

How about you? How do you interpret this short poem of mine?



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The Room

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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 trapped in indiscernible vacuum

Petrifying strong structures to be voided

Shattering, drowning hearts loudly heard

Playing the music of unsung hymns and melodies


The room leads to yet another room

Where two creatures fated to spend honeymoon

But such has borne great witness too

Of love’s gloomy dusk to commence soon


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 took my breath away?



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.

Ice Jail

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 in ice

The next day

I don’t know why

But I woke up

In a hospital bed

And I saw you

Touching my forehead

“I’m here now. Don’t worry.”

You said, smiling.

Falling Leaves


Photo from Tumblr

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

Inside his heart, that someday

He could travel the planet

Or go to temperate zones

Like that of North America

And see how wonderful

As things keep dropping

One by one

But the reality is that

An autumn is so far away

He kept on reading about it

In books, in encyclopedias

And even defined it with

A handful of dictionaries

But a writer indeed knows

How to imagine scenarios

So he felt contented by waiting

For the rain to cry once again

Then he’ll see the green leaves

Dancing with the wind

Losing balance, falling

Swimming with the basin

The boy is now happy

Holding his pen up high

And begins scribbling.

Release Me


Credits to for the original photo!
Poetry by S.J. Takeshi

Haunting Past


In response to RonovanWrites Weekly #Haiku Prompt Challenge #16 Haunt & Release

Another Sweet Day

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
Persuades me to wake up again
For one more sweet day.
Forgetting all yesterday’s pain
As we linked our hands
Feeling the heat in your palm
Showing me your burning love.
Going out on Saturdays
Treating me with street food
Bringing me to places I never knew.
We stood by the corner,
Passed by long, narrow roads
But I knew and I am sure
I am in love with you.
And everytime you let me go,
Everytime you lose your smile
Ships sink, my world feels cold.
Today, I brought no ring
But here’s your popcorn, dear.
Kneeling in front of you,
To ask you to marry me.
Your smiles’s enticing,
Requests me to spend
One more sweet day.
And I am all the more willing
To share your pains in the past
And the uncertainties of the future
I can’t afford to lose your smile again
Stay forever with me.
And in this another sweet day,
Will you marry me?

A response to Daily Post’s Writing Challenge: Genre BlenderI used Romance as my genre and Poetry as my style.



A response to Daily Prompt’s Sweeping Motions

Shine & Potential


End Station


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 the opposite side
Filled the skies with gloomy shade
I phoned you back again
Saying, wait for me there
You dropped the call; shocked to see me
As if I were a ghost, or a mystical wannabe
Our eyes interlocked, moments froze
We met by the rusty escalator
But with you, tightly holding a girl’s hand
Like I expected, she’s of beauty
Her posture’s great, complexion dominates.
Uttering a word, you cannot do.
She said, do you know each other?
You said no, so pain stabs me
We both nodded, but I was doomed
Then the rain heavily falls, shouts in thunders.
We both parted ways, soon after
All the rainbows slowly fade
At that transit’s end station.

In TransitPhoto from Flickr. Poetry by Sueju Takeshi.

Releasing Mental Breakdown

‘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 looked into the first query
My nose bled in fury!

Big Day Ahead

The Truth has been Spoken!

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, Madam! said I.
This vial, said she, will let truth speak
Smoking around your victim!
She laughed; I became a crazy madman
Slowly, opened my purse
Gave her more than a grand
Say, thanks! And left.
And came to my bestfriend,
Removing the vial’s cork;
His breath was overpowered.
For a while, he felt dizzy
Afterwards, hypnotized.
I said, Have you ever loved me?
I haven’t, his straight reply.
But at least,the truth has been spoken.
And lies no more linger on my veins.

A response to DAILY PROMPT’s Truth Serum

Fun but not Facts


The Great Divide

Photo Credits to: Taryn Cox The Wife

Poetry by Sueju Takeshi

Bitch, please

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 finished

— yet.


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
And again
On our thick bedsheets
Finally, I’ll sleep!

Hi everyone, I am … in Four Minutes?

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 appearance.
The panel head
Speaks up, saying
Introduce yourself.
I opened my mouth;
But when word’s uttered,
He speaks again,
Four minutes.
I asked, Sir?
Four minutes only. he replied.
Clashing thunders
Gone into my head.
Confusion strikes
As I go ahead.
I didn’t hear myself,
Nor the sound of my breath.
I am … I remember.
And finally, they smiled
I now see those teeth
Flourishing white as pearls
Saying, Come back next week.
I said, Sirs?
You’re hired.

Welcome to my Home

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 ever
This is my home
My house, my whole lot
Welcome to my home
Be now ready to suffer.

Delayed Contact

Eleven Hours

To school, travels fast

Amassing knowledge, sits down

Two ears grabbed in front.

A typical student does

Spend more than eleven hours.

Full Tanka

Sueju Takeshi 武

Mathematical Epistaxis

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Numbers, greeks flashing

To the board, to the ceiling.

Traces of null sets

Leads to nasal hemorrhage.

Students say, more tissues please.

Full Tanka

Sueju Takeshi 武

A Train Commuter during a Storm

flooooThe 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

Money ≠ Happiness = No Stress

Daily Prompt: If money were out of the equation, would you still work? If yes, why, and how much? If not, what would you do with your free time?

Money disappears
But true happiness revolves.
And everyone loves working
For the sake of a few pennies.
Yet several realize
Their sweat weren’t paid off
Then releasing stress
From gnawing pain.
My blood pours
With hours of lecture
With eating numbers
And leaving to school.
Now I sweep frustrations
Through writing prose
Or essential blogging.
If I earn while I learn
without thinking of work,
I’ll share my talent first
So that the world may know.

Work? Optional!


Sueju Takeshi 武

Deception (The Eighth Sin)

Daily Prompt: Remember the seven cardinal sins? You’re given the serious task of adding a new one to the list — another trait or behavior you find particularly unacceptable, for whatever reason. What’s sin #8 for you? Why?



Deception (The Eighth Sin): A Haiku

A man seeds deceit

Grows as he is not to be

Deception unmasked


The meaning of my haiku is that deception has been a rampant sin among us humans, though we sometimes fail to notice it. Some of us have duplicate versions of ourselves, which then made us harvest unripe fruits, such as fake friendships and broken homes. The more we commit deceit, the more we show others the less of our positive personality and more of our negative character. Thus, we all should unmask deception so that people would know who and what we really are in order to establish good relationship with others.