Swan
Swan
She trips on rocks, steps, pretty much everything,
with her hooded jacket and faded jeans
she gets nauseous at the sight of blood,
with unruly hair and brown eyes.
She likes to take her time when driving,
with her old but sturdy second-hand truck.
She loves to bask in the rays of sun,
but have to endure the raindrops day after day.
She communicates through electronic mail,
with her dial-up connection and “scroogy” details.
She loves her dad and took from him,
with her lonesome and melancholic ways.
She runs with vampires, and wolves, too,
with her wobbly knees and rubber shoes.
She loves with all her heart and loyalty,
with her hard head and stubborn heart.
She chose the road less traveled
with her fear of old age.
She saves the love of her life,
with her undiscovered gift and clumsy ways.
She is someone that every girl wants to be
with her loyal best friend and romantic hero.
She waits for that day of love and magic,
a swan becomes a Cullen, her wish be granted.
Add a comment September 17, 2011
My Sicily
My Sicily
Beyond the elegant facade
of white picket fences
and perfectly manicured lawns
-she helplessly lies.
After the mesmerizing sunrise
of radiant golden aura
and warm kiss of the sun
-she hides in the darkness.
Disguised by the soothing sounds
of nature’s wonderful creatures
and the gentle chirps
-she screams in pain.
Under the aromatic layers
of haunting fragrance of home-cooked meals
and sweet scent of overflowing blood
-she vomits blood.
Beneath the soldiers’ triumphant fists
of won battles and wars
and bloody armors
-she bathes in sin.
Inside this surreal world and dreamy, unhindered pleasure
of endless romance
and exceptional beauty
-she succumbs
(May 2, 2011)
Add a comment September 17, 2011
Hero
Hero
Smile that touches his eyes,
revealing treasures that shine brightly,
the emotions they bring,
always a mystery to me.
A strum of the guitar chords,
rocks my whole world.
Head bangin’ to the beat of my heart,
playing my favorite part.
A bounce of the ball,
obliterating the walls,
reaching my sleeping senses,
swiftly passing through my defenses.
Lips filling me with warmth,
and sings me a lullaby,
union of our souls,
no regrets risking the fall.
Image bursting with colors,
a promise of forever,
love me now, leave me never,
a glimpse of happily ever after.
Add a comment September 17, 2011
The Beauty of Creative Non-fiction
I was introduced to Creative Non-fiction by Mr. June B. Mijares when I was chosen to be a part of The Aklan Collegian. Before, I love writing pieces of fiction. Plucking fruits from my vast rain forest of imagination. I love painting pictures of unimaginable events, touching people with a tap on their backs that made them think, “Hey, this story is about me,”
Knowing about CNF changed the way I write. I learned, and am still learning to take note of the intricacies of the view- the surroundings, the colors of the sky, the movement of the leaves, the shapes formed by the shadows, the clarity of tears, the brilliance of smiles and the sound made by random objects.
Learning to appreciate CNF, I always find myself using the same approach when writing Feature Articles and blog entries. I now appreciate even the smallest detail that we sometimes fail to notice, but actually contributes largely to the larger picture.
I believe, that in writing Creative Non-fiction, I have learned to preserve a moment much better than a photograph can do.
Add a comment March 2, 2011
“Visit”
I sat on a wooden bench outside a small “Sari-sari” store. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was staring at his face. His hair was longer. His skin lightened. He gained weight. I miss him. In my mind I was wishing that we can have another chance to talk just like this. Just like we used to. He was serious throughout the conversation. I was calm. I asked him questions and he answered each of them. I kept thinking, I will tell his mom about this conversation. She’ll be happy to hear about it.
Then he was gone. Suddenly, pain and longing washed over me. I cried.
When I woke up, I was crying really hard, it made me wonder how I didn’t awaken my husband and my son. I miss him so much. The thing is, when I woke up, I can still everything that I saw in my dream but not what I said and what I heard.
How I wish I can dream about him again tonight. Jojo, I know you’re up there and we all miss you so much. Life will never be the same for us but I know that you’ll be waiting for us in the end. We love you.
Add a comment May 27, 2010
A Winged Pedagogue (Submitted to The Aklan Collegian)
The banners, the posters, the television advertisements – broad smiles on the faces that promised the nation food in everyone’s plate, sound sleep at nights, a helping hand, a concrete future, education for everyone – free for the poor, all for their trust. For their name to be chosen, for the people to believe them – that they were the long-awaited gallant martyr, selfless and dedicated, that was born to lead and emancipate the country from all its evil.
JR kicked the unripe mango that fell from the tree in their backyard. Tears fell as he closed his eyes and cursed. They promised everything but none of them can ever give him what he wanted. What he longed for was that sweetly smothering hug, that soothing lullaby, that reassuring voice, that sweet and gentle kiss that was long remembered even after almost three years. “Mama”, he cried. He sat down and hugged his knees. It was almost three years but the pain felt like an open wound stabbed again, and again.
Continue Reading Add a comment March 11, 2010
Time in a Bottle
On our way home, something happened that made me realize that I am really growing old. With Franz sleeping on my lap while my sisters and I sang “Ikaw pa rin” by Juana, I caught a glimpse of the setting sun. The colors were mesmerizing. Then, just like in movies, it’s like something hit me. I looked at us – my son, my sisters, the sunset, our tired eyes but genuine smiles, the golden reflection of the sun on our shoulders, the music… I thought, “I hope I could freeze this moment and keep it in a bottle.” Rose Gell will graduate this month, Roxanne will go back to school. I wonder when would be the next time that we can have another moment like this. The only thing that’s constant in this world is “change”. Something tells me though, that my love for my sisters won’t.
Continue Reading Add a comment March 1, 2010
Missing Jojo ♥
“He’s gone.” My uncle’s words haunted me. I refused to believe it. I tried to get rid of the shock, the pain, and the confusion inside me through my shouts, my cry of agony, my prayers that what I heard was not true, my wish that I was just dreaming. That I would wake up anytime soon. I tried to seek comfort in my husband’s tight embrace but the pain kept on flowing, streaming in my veins. It drained all my energy and when they left me, I felt numb. I felt that I needed to escape. Questions raced inside my mind with the heaviness inside my chest telling me that it’s most likely that I will never find the answers to them.
Continue Reading Add a comment December 19, 2009
Milestone♥
A few hours from now, at7:10 in the morning, it will exactly be seven years after my life was changed into something purposeful. Seven years after I learned to love selflessly, without wanting anything in return. Seven years since I experienced a miracle. Seven years and I was shaken by how time flies.
Continue Reading Add a comment December 10, 2009
