Tuesday, June 12, 2018


Good morning, my old friend,
Thank you for the welcome.
I settle down this bend,
Where I have always come
To seek your protection,
Receive your affection.

But, please, don't receive them.
They will do anything
In exchange for a gem.
Traitorous and singing
In exchange for money.
And their crimes are many.

Like a lazy woman
With a loud, noisy mouth,
Bad-mouthing while she can
In the streets, causing rout
In heads of your people.
She is bringing trouble.

And the old, ugly man,
Who's stalking in the rain,
Pretending while he can
That he belongs with us.
Failing miserably
Without talent or guile.

And the stupid people
Who hide in tinted cars.
Their lips like black nipple,
Their faces worse than scars,
Minds worse than their faces,
Tires that can't win races.

Remove them from this place,
Keep them away from me,
For I despise their craze,
Their greed, their gutter glee.
I know you can do this.
You win, you never miss.

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Lame Spies, Lame

Once a dirty garbage,
Always a foul garbage.
Like maggots in a hole,
They fight for their own hole.
Ugly face of low life,
Smug pretense of low life.
O how they shame the poor,
The truthful, humble poor.

Ugliness behind tint,
Morality with tint,
Pretentious cars, fake plates,
The fake humans, fake plates,
They're desperate for me,
They gossip about me,
And their money depends
On my mood, it depends.

What color is my lipstick?
Which guy am I liking?
What have I been reading?
They'll scamper, find out quick!

Still dependent on me -
Oh, and still watching me.
Driving me to that place;
They try to be in place.
Talk to me when I want,
Anything that I want.

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Day 30: Old Friend

NaPoWriMo and Camp NaNoWriMo have ended. April has ended. The rainy season in the Philippines is already starting to replace summer. It’s time for us novelists to go on with our lives and pursue different writing projects.

I’m extremely busy this year, so, when I joined Camp NaNoWriMo, I lowered my word count goal from 50,000 words to 1,000 words. I just didn’t have the time to write 50,000 words.

The month turned out to be far more busy than I expected, though. I was actually close to tears because finishing everything seemed impossible. To keep everything from getting ruined, I organized my tasks into top priorities and things I can live without. NaPoWriMo and Camp NaNoWriMo are things I can live without because I’m not getting paid for participating in them. So I had to give them up at the latter part of April, focusing instead on meeting deadlines that were far more important.

I skipped sleep and meals to finish as many of my most important tasks as possible so that the last days of my April will be free, allowing me to finish NaPoWriMo and Camp NaNoWriMo. There is no rule that I must publish my NaPoWriMo poems within a certain time range anyway, you know. But the future is never certain and everything always goes wrong when you least expect them to, so, as a precautionary measure, I spent my dinner times and travel times writing poems on my phone.

Like I expected, the month got even busier. A house accident happened. The neighbors’ cats had a fight and made a hole through the roof. The window frame fell downstairs and there’s a huge, gaping hole in the kitchen.

The landlady has arranged for the whole mess to be repaired, but my mom said that the carpenters and the renovation might disturb us. So we decided to move out.

We will return when the renovation is finished. If it’s beyond repair, though, we will live elsewhere. My family relocated to a new place and I got sick during the move.

I fell behind on my schedule. Even though I’m not late for a week yet, it’s totally embarrassing and I’m ashamed of it. I will try to finish everything that needs to be finished tonight and tomorrow.

I have already finished my Camp NaNoWriMo story and transferred my poems from my phone to my blog so far. The downside is that all of my poems in the latter part of April are off-prompt. But, hopefully, I will catch up on my schedule before the middle of May.

Here is my Camp NaNoWriMo story. It’s a horror story about a shooting spree. I hope to continue it once I get enough free time. The protagonist will be one of the victims in the mall.

My 30th poem is below this blog post.

Old Friend
O I've missed you, old friend.
The many nights ours,
I thought that they would end,
But here again, hours,
Endless times we can love
As you reign high above.

Gazing at you from here,
Like all the nights before,
It's a beautiful fear,
The style that I adore,
We can go on this way,
Forget the things they say.

Because it's our skin,
And we don't have to mean
To achieve what has been.

Come on now, my old friend,
Take my hand and let's go,
Let's begin at the end,
Of memories, forego,
Moving on, moving fast,
Believe and make this last.

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Day 29: The Eye

Sun rises in the east,
It goes up in the sky,
Sending away the mist,
Do you even know why
This poem's obvious?
Don't be oblivious.

For she breathes in the breeze,
She watches in the light,
Your whole life, she will seize,
Each of your days and your night
After night of no sight.

She will take everything
While you are still breathing,
You're not really living.

Unless you give it up
For her and only her
And don't you ever stop,
Will never be over,
Then you can become free
And she will let you be.

Monday, April 30, 2018

Day 28: Release Me

Why can't I go back?
If I had been there once,
Can't I retrace my track?
Give me a second chance,
All opportunities
To the place that I miss.

Where girls are like fairies,
Their shoulders shine and glow,
Their clothes swaying in breeze.
To this place, I will go,
If you will allow me,
If you will set me free.

For you make me suffer
For leaving an offer
That you wrapped in wafer.

So how do you expect
That I understand this?
It's like a dialect
From a far, country bliss.
So let me go and live
The life we both believe.

Day 27: Reality

Remember the sad days
When you always wanted,
But all you do was gaze?
For you are still haunted
By the shadows of those
As you stand before me.

There was no other choice
And you had to face it,
You could not even voice
The discomfort you meet
In those times in the past,
But bad things always last.

One day, the Earth will turn,
For the nth time, you'll burn
And your feelings will churn.

So gather everything,
Everything you can grab,
Everything you're holding,
For life won't be a drag
In throwing you back there
Without a single care.

Day 26: Wake Up, Sleepyhead

Stop moving, stop thinking.
Look at something pretty,
Stare at it, admiring,
Until the thing you see
Is within your own head,
Close your eyes, go to bed.

Follow it within your head,
Listening to its tales,
Remember stuff it said,
And watch it as it sails
Away with you at night
Out of the waking light.

And in a split second,
To me, you won't respond
As you dip in beyond.

Of a colorful dream,
One with mermaids and wands,
With snow white as whipped cream.
You walk on golden sands
In a world where all things
Will end when the clock rings.

Day 25: The Great White

Hiding in the shadows,
So sure not being seen,
Obscured from the shallows,
But still, watching the scene,
Observing and smelling,
Thinking, planning, feeling.

Feeling it in my hairs,
The tremors sending vibes
As this animal glares,
On the waves, each one rides.
I will capture them all
As soon as they will fall.

I will zoom with great speed
With my stealth and with greed,
Stealing the life they need.

At the end of the day,
I'm just another shark
Of great white and bit gray.
Continued raising mark
For my breed and my kin,
The best this world has seen.

Day 24: Eternal Youth

The strangers passing by
And the cars speeding past
Proceed forward in life,
A movement that can last
'Til the end of the world,
Way beyond when I'm old.

But still, I'm waiting here
Just for you to return,
These shoulders hitting me,
People yell in the morn,
"Move aside, you idiot!
We can't pass, we can't work!"

At noon, they get hungry.
At night, they get sleepy.
Again, they'll be angry.

For when the morning comes,
They're dressed, ready to go,
I'll be here more than once,
Blocking all on-the-go,
For I'll still be waiting
For who's not returning.

Day 23: Angel

I'm simply nervous
Of speaking to you,
Because in the past,
Speaking led to death,
Death of me.
Let me be,
Don't control my breath,
But I wish we will last,
And we'll make it through,
Poet and her muse.

Scared to let you speak
Because of all your words
Are of fire and knives,
Beyond destruction.
I love you,
Not because
Of the great friction,
Of my missing lives,
It's 'cause of the worlds
Made when you I seek.