For the English Version, click here. An balay didto han iskina Nga mas magurang pa nak inay Nga meada mga orchid Ngan groto ni mama mary Kun ngain duru nak dalagan Kun ngain ak nakigtago-taguan Kun ngain ak dumako Di nak nakilala An balay didto han iskina Nga meada tindahan ha atubangan An meada ngani tulo nga hagtaas nga puno? Didto han gawas Mahilig ak didto magminulay Binantayan ko pa ngani adto nga tindahan Gin kinawat ko adto an mga tsokoleyt Basta dire la makit-an ni lola Di nak nakilala An balay didto han iskina Kun ngain an ak pamilya […]
That house at the corner That was older than my mother The one with the orchids And statue of Mother Mary Where I would love to run around Where I would play hide and seek Where I grew up in I don’t recognize it anymore That house at the corner That had a little store at the front The one with three tall trees? There, outside I would love to play I would tend to the store And steal small chocolates As long as my grandmother wasn’t looking I don’t recognize it anymore […]
Fall in love with a writer And you’ll never fall asleep If endless typing on her keyboard Isn’t enough There’s her reading light That will surely keep you up all night Fall in love with a writer And you won’t have anyone to talk to She’ll keep you there, right beside her A muse to be kept safe. Fall in love with a writer And you’ll have an endless amount of pens Even though she hasn’t used The last ten she just bought. Fall in love with a writer And you’ll go broke Not with buying her expensive clothes Or […]
I am but a small voice A minuscule one compared to the screams of the world I whisper as they shout I write, instead of opening my mouth But I know that I have a superpower I have something people rarely have, or when they do, it’s something they rarely ignite Some have been told to keep it down, keep it hidden, shush and just follow what has been done before But I will not rest I will not cease I have a small voice but my power, the power in me is strong It drives me to go further […]
I can still feel you. I can feel you under my skin, Running through my veins I can still feel you. Making my heart beat a little faster, But often you calm me down. I can still feel you. Flashes of us being together Of you holding my hand. I can still feel you In the heat of the night When I’m all alone I can still feel you. Keeping me alive Keeping me safe I can still feel you Keeping me warm Like a furry coat I can still feel you Your […]
She’s playful, isn’t she? The way the top of her head peeks through the clouds, the way the rest of her is still hidden. But when you look down, you can see all of her, her glow kissing the sun beneath her. And then she slowly she slowly shows herself, her hear dancing on your skin. It’s then you know, it’s going to be a wonderful day.
There are a few who see talent in its raw form. There are a few who encourage it, to see the caterpillar transform. He taught us the Chuga dance, and even how to make a siopao He’s driven and ultimately awesome, Ready to help his students with every chance he can get. To the first teacher who helped me find my voice, who have done it to others a thousand fold, Happy Birthday Sir Stephen Esber, You are one of the few who see beauty and help mold it, Thank you to wherever you are in the world.
“Someday, we will meet in a place somewhere like this.” These were his words, words that have pained me all throughout the hours after I held his hand that last time. His words that once comforted me, turned into a nightmare that never seemed to end. He was here. And then he was not. Oh those promises he made, were now as cold as his hands. I wasn’t even allowed to see him in the box where he lay, silent, and at peace, two things I will never be again. Until we both meet at the place he promised, I […]
There are words that mean so much more than they should. There are words so precious, that you’d want to exchange them for food. There are words we hate that conjure memories Too painful. There are words we love that make us happy that make us grateful. All the words we never said,and all the words we did. And so these words I have put together In one book. All the words that I love to hear, All the words I hate. They all have their story to tell, And now I’m writing them all. ————————— I’m currently writing a […]
Say “opo”* and bow your head. Don’t say a word. Just listen to them instead. Inside you’re screaming and thrashing, Hoping to be set free. But you have to stay mum, Your tears they must not see. You don’t say a word Because they won’t listen. You don’t ask, Because you already know the answer. “Listen to us because we know better. You’re naïve and weak, Fragile like a feather.” Words stinging like a thousand arrows, You’re bleeding inside, But they pretend not to see. Seal your lips, Don’t let out a squeak. Cause no matter what you do, It’ll […]