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…
Talking Walls
If walls could talk they would be a point of reference to recount the true story of every human tragedy and joy. If walls could talk, they would show more sympathy and understanding because they can listen for a lifetime…
Liar Liar
I never want to be known as a liar. Not at 10 or at 43. For sure not at 43. Because I have learned my lesson. I never want to see that look of disappointment on anyone's face.
The Painting of Margaret
On precious occasions, Margaret will share with me stories of her childhood, her teen years and stories from as recent as 40 years ago. She is a walking, talking history lesson. All of her stories have a purpose.
The Chapter I Don’t Read Out Loud
It is said that everyone has a chapter that they don't read out loud. The Why is different for everyone. Why don't they talk about it?
Dealer
She danced for 10 years and travelled everywhere competing. She decided her dancing days were done and took up the clarinet. Her exposure to music through dance and movement and her ability to sight read music enabled her to learn…
Diverged Misery
At the end You are alone With the memories Full of people Who left you In the darkness Of misery To sail in Their loneliness Alone
Yellows and Rainbows
Maggie, the white cat Yawns softly Rests on my tummy And sleeps. I stroke her fur. Feeling yellows And rainbows In my ribcage. I smile. The yellows And rainbows. They were blurred images Of memories I haven’t visited In awhile.
Siyam dapat
Tumatakbo.. Kahit saan man patungo Tumatakbo.. Sa lugar na hindi sigurado Tumatakbo.. Kasabay ng ikot ng mundo Binabalewala ang pagod Tumatakbo.. Baka sakali makalimot kahit paano.. Huminto ako, umupo. Bumuntong hininga at tumingala sa langit.. Nagtatanong sa isip, at kumakapa…
FOREVER DO EXIST
If after some time you forget about the things we’ve done, Look back at the memories we created as one. While with doubts and fears of a novice artist Together we chose to say that yes, we can do this!…
Lost
Can we get out of this maze our hearts are intertwined into? Lost in the reverie of you. I don’t know what’s in you that makes me reach out for more. I am lost in these myriads of faces. Something in…