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LIke a lovestruck teenager,

I am holding onto you.

But you don’t even know me,

you never had a clue.

About the love I feel,

Or the dreams I have inside.

You don’t even think about me,

yet you’re always in my mind.

Like a lovestruck teenager,

I’m writing letters everyday.

Though I never had the guts to send ’em to you.

But I keep on writing anyway.

About the everything I feel,

And all the love I want to give.

But you were always with someone else.

And my love, you cannot receive.

Still like a lovestruck teenager,

I am not afraid to let you know.

That your smile is my favorite vision.

and I can never let you go.


It’s been quite some time since i last posted something here. I don’t know why but these past few weeks I have had a hard time writing. Trust me, I tried several times to write in the past days, I had few unfinished works that I couldn’t really give a good closing words to.
Maybe it’s the stresses of life, work, and dreams. But I never want to ever lose my ability to string words together. It’s too important for me to give up, It’s one of the few things that made me feel good.
I remember the first time that I didn’t blog for 9 days. I posted my explanation as to why I wasn’t able to write during that period. But its different before, I was so busy and I tired but I knew then I still have the words in my head. But over the last few weeks of my silence, I was worried because I really don’t have the words.
Today I woke up, still not knowing what to write but I remembered the advice that another blogger, a very wise man and friend, told me before. He said “Come back to writing when you are ready.”
And I think I am ready now. So I am writing again. Forgive me if my new future works suck or what not. I am still at lost but I am trying to find the words and hopefully I can. 🙂


Small talks and Stolen glances

Hands are tied

 But you’re taking chances

Just looking in yet standing outside

smells like another sin.

Stepped a toe out of line

Take your chances, thinking it is fine.

You removed your ring,

Rehearse your lines.

Let the games begin….

He’s playing his cards.

With coolness and suave

She’s taking part, hoping to love.

In the dark. In the night.

Two bodies collide.

She’s playing her heart.

He’s using his mind.

Now He got what he wanted.

He got rid of the heat.

He left her with nothing

but promises he couldn’t keep.


It is 5:30 am here and I can’t sleep. What better way to spend my free time than writing? I was supposed to write an entry about the list of the places I want to visit but then I suddenly think of the reason why I am writing in the first place.

I think most people write for a whole lot of reasons.

I remember the first job interview that I had 3 years ago, the interviewer asked me about the thing that I like to do so I said “I love to write essays, poems, songs, and the likes.” I thought my answer would suffice but there was a follow-up… “Why do you love to write?” she asked.

And then I blurted out the MOST EMO answer that one could possibly say in a job interview… I said “Sometimes I write to remember and sometimes I write to forget.”  Say what? 🙂 lol.

Did I mention that this was a group interview so a couple of my friends with a couple of other stranger was there? Yes, I think my friends couldn’t help but smile after hearing that. But its true.

There are many things that I love about writing and resaons why I keep on writing. 🙂

I write to remember the things that are really important or special. I think my mind retains it well when I wrote things down.

I also write to forget the horrible things and just get it out my mind.

I write because its my way of expressing the feelings and words that I am unable to speeak or utter.

I write because it myself feel better after a long difficult day.

I write to share my stories and passion about family, friends, love and life itself.

I write to be able to reach other people and somehow touch their lives.

I write not because I think I am good in writing but I want to be better at it.

I write because I love how it feels when I am done and I read my work and somehow I know that those words are real.

Writing makes me feel alive and it makes me feel positive about life. It is a great feeling when someone reads your works and they tell you how they liked it and they encouraged you to be better. It is amazing how a stranger read your works and then tell how they feel about it and somehow they were able to see from your point of view . I know I have a lot to learn about writing and I know I may not write best words yet but I will still write anyway because I know someday I can be really good at it.

P.S.

Thanks to the people who are continuously encouraging me to write and are reading my works. Thank you for all the kind words and please do know also love reading your works and most of the time they inspire me to be better and make me remember the things that I often forget. Hope to hear from ya! 🙂


Looking inside and wanting to belong,

Curled up in bed with heart beating strong.

Closed lip sighs, another pain locked away.

Vows you want to make but it was never the right day.

Taking a leap, you have been waiting for so long.

Immense in a state where heart is breaking in the sun.

Opened up yourself and wishing him to stay.

But he was never in love, he just cared anyway.

You tell yourself it’s okay. You tried to give your best shot.

But you were never okay with the fact that he loves you not.

You chose to put on a face. So determined, so willing, so brave.

But unraveling the mask, you are trapped in loneliness’s grave.

Crackling sounds of thunder is not helping your case.

Falling is a kind of blunder and believing is such a waste.

You were on the brink of giving up the love you always want.

But just before you were to cut ends loose, he extended his hand.

He reached to you and suddenly you feel no reason to be sad.

Your heart skipped a beat and you swore it was the best day you ever had.


Clouding up in thoughts

while mind speaks frightened words.

Whispers in the wind

but messages remain unheard.

The solitude of a man,

peaceful as the break of dawn.

In a solitary room,

where love was never on.

He has nowhere to go.

No one to turn to for advice.

He is on his own.

Watching himself demise.

Alone in the silence

Left out in the crowd.

With nothing but his thoughts

and the pain screaming loud.


Truth to be told,

I need you to hold.

My Hand, My Heart.

When can we even start?

Truth to be said,

You piled up in my head.

Your smile, Your skin.

My defenses are turning thin.

That’s the truth locked inside of me.

 I am already setting it free.

Now that you have it in your hands…

Are you going to tell me, Where I should stand?


Not just half-awake but wide awake. I have always thought of writing a novel. And for few occasions, I started writing, but halfway through the intro, I always feel that I am not ready. I have no formal training in writng and I always end up doubting myself and thinking that It will be a waste of time. Now I realized that doubting myself is an awful way of wasting time. I should have continued writing those unfinished works. I would have had, give or take two sucky unpublished novels by now but nonetheless I could have used all the experience that I could have gain in order to improve my craft and write something better but I was so scared to fail and be bad at it that I chose not to continue writing.

But I know now that Writing is way too important to give up just like that.

It is time for me to write my first novel and I know it will not be easy.

And maybe I will fail to do so, but what is life without taking risk?

I will write because it makes me feel good and it is something that I want to be good at.And when are passionate about something, you just need not question your abilities and just do it.  And if in time, I will fail to finish this novel, It is comforting to know that I tried.

But I am kinda hoping that I will finish it. So I better start writing now. 🙂


To think of times you come and go

in the minds of people you didn’t even know

 The coldness of their piercing looks,

because of the path you knowingly took.

You live a life with nothing left,

but all those guilt that seemed unkempt.

Bottled up regrets that keeps you still,

the life of a man that you were so quick to steal.

You are the cultprit, the witness and the victim.

You gain a little yet you lost your dreams.

Wishing everything can end in a blink of an eye.

You wishing the easiest way to die.

But you were long dead even before you die.

You lost for family and friends that night.

You want it all to end so fast

Because you think in  death, you will be free at last.

PS:

I know this is a really dark poem.

For some reasons, These words came

to me after reading a story of a murderer

who asked for death penalty but

was given life imprisonmennt.


I’m sorry I haven’t posted something for almost a week. I’ve been kind of busy with work.

My shift at work changed so I was quite adjusting to it. And I’ve been thinking of new ways to improve this site.

You know, I’m thinking of new materials and topics to write about.

And also, since my job is keeping me occupied on most days, I think for quite sometime, my frequency of blogging will be weekly. I’ll try to write as much as I can during my days off. 🙂

Keep reading.