Sana
Pinili ko sana ang makinig sa iyo.
Pinigilan ko sana ang galit sa puso ko.
Spaces
I still walk down lonely corridors hoping to find you on my next turn.
You are never there waiting for me.
I hear you whispering my name more often than I care to admit.
Traces
The walk seemed endless, but after a while, I found myself back to where I started. It had been a painful walk in the shadows. I thought I could face it with less tears, but I didn't. Although, by any means, I think I had been braver still.
House of Pain
her happiness, his glee
her problems, his concerns
everything is kept in a mother's heart
no complaints, part of a mother's journey
no detours, always straight home.
How to escape suicide
Palm the weight of your fear,
Break the siege of your grief.
Become a city free of shattered things
Stretch your hands toward heaven
then blow your worries to the air.
Gone and Departed
Hearts shed people throughout life-
like broken angels crossing time-
in the form of lovers and loved ones.
HU WANG
“Old people like reminders of their youth. Send a bus ticket back here and a can of paint.
I Am Innovation
Innovation isn’t something that an individual could quickly sort out. A person should be courageous and dedicated enough to meet all the expectations settled. It would be really hard for a kid to change or accomplish something out of this world but it will be a great lesson and a huge help to becoming a bigger person in the near future.
Butterflies in your stomach
Love is a feeling of strong or constant affection for a certain thing or person.
Love is something that makes you feel having little butterflies in your stomach whenever you see or thinking of that certain person or thing.
In times of confusion, there’s a feather
The truth is, I lost the feather that I left behind and I can’t seem to forget about it. I know I should fly but why can’t I move, and I can’t stop thinking about it. It is long gone and I’m already gone so why do I still harp on it. Oh, maybe it’s because I can’t stop the course of actions that follow from it.
Winter’s Footprint
Time burrows with horrors
laying dormant behind icy mirrors.
Loneliness echoes from regret's bellows.
rustling memories’ leaves tumbling like dominoes.
Breakdown
Who knows, maybe this crash was unavoidable. Perhaps the lessons I learned through it have kept me from making more serious mistakes.