Though, we exist physically… we emotionally wanna disappear.
I swim into memories of my childhood
and there I was, white puffs like tiny cotton clouds
between my fingers
The Criminal I heard They killed you Shot you in the head Three times They felt Just one was not enough To vent the hatred they had nursed A long time I heard…… They buried you, Somewhere far Hid their crime In wilderness As if Just leaving you dead Was not enough To vent…
Under the falling debris
I had wished to remain
no longer wished to see
But even if her gaze was just as fuzzy as his
She can still see
How wonderful he is
Long ago Halloween was a very solemn pagan occasion steeped in mystical beliefs. Eventually the Catholic church co-opted the pagan day and made it a very solemn ordained occasion steeped in mystical beliefs.
And as the fires swallowed my cries
I opened my eyes to face life’s lies.
I closed my heart and gave up tries for a prize:
to accept failures without whys and be wise
to break ties and move in smaller gyres
to avoid fires and flat tires caused by familiar mires.
That evening she burnt her curry while cooking – this tiny incident made her realize that she had to act fast. Sitting and worrying was not being of any help.
Getting paid to watch movies sounds too good to be true…but it is true! A new film festival is coming to Manilla and employing home based Filipino employees to make it happen.
I left my heart
where other roads lead to majestic caves
where I first heard of shamans and unicorns
yet I’ve never seen one; only felt them
By the intricate curves of a milky way
Thy tiny spirit shoots up
Rises above the insignificant
Entity that it has been
And enters a stranger world
Of miracles to
Seek and become whole.
If attraction were a hue
made in love to hew
a heart with a look at you
then I’m into you.