Still Life

A warm cup of tea sits
Waiting with moist lips
Passion filled from within
As spirals rise from the brim
Spinning, turning, moving 'round
A thousand stories without sound
A cup of tea sits in a frozen frame
A frozen moment, passion tamed

Weather Report

Overcast skies aren't so bad
There's bound to be a little rain every now and then
And a little drama makes life more interesting

It's okay not to have too much sun
Everybody needs a sun break
And so what if it rains?

I like rain.
Rain is good.
Bittersweet, but sweet.

At the break of dawn

Today I woke up with a smile on my face and peace in my heart
Without fear
Without tremors
With a yearning for the day

It seems as if a prayer has been answered
It feels like I've woken up from a long restless dream

There is hope for tomorrow

It's a bright beautiful new day

Overcast Skies

I saw her today
and a thousand what-ifs poured in like the rain
heavy clouds of things unrequited covered the skies
I was helpless, unable to defy what the heavens will

Back Home

As the night grows deep,
the day grows tired,
the hours get colder,
and though the lights of the city seem to glow brighter
they don't seem to be getting closer to me
nor I to them.

Unsent

The bus trip is a journey by itself, filled with the thoughts, feelings, and emotions of every single passenger and the people in their lives. But as rich as all these stories are, we also realize that we are but a passing second in the journeys of the thousands of people we pass by. One man's story can be as insignificant as a grain of sand on the beach. One story is but a speck in a world filled with stories--bits of people's lives which determine the course of their lives and possibly even the rest of the world's.

Mine is one you might have heard a little too often.

It's about not being able to tell the person you've been loving from a distance all your life, the one person you can never get out of your life yet never had in it in the first place, just how important they are to you. It involves the countless times you've wished they were with you during your major life events, on quiet nights, long trips where you get to do a lot of thinking, or even during moments when you suddenly smile and you want your muse to know that she is loved, remembered, and very much appreciated.

It is a hopeless case, but the whole point of telling the story and the reason there is a story to tell is because of that continuous piercing pain of your beloved never knowing the millions of stories, moments, and reasons for your holding on to one of your life's greatest dreams. Instead you try to be content with just letting the rest of the world know the universe of commitment and struggling contentment that you live in.


[Written on a Baguio bus trip]

Star Signs

For days I've been receiving mystical insights about being able to make life changing decisions. I've been reading runes, seeing stars, and hearing divine words from heaven. Yet at the close of another day I am left dumbfounded. There have been no moments of clarity or chancings of counsel.