Poetry

“Life is beautiful in every way,” I think to myself. 

I sit on a chair in the screened-in porch, alone.

Where only the trees can hear me now.

sometimes,

i close my eyes

and dream of a world

different from ours,

a world

where things feel less broken,

a world

I used to race my shadow down the sidewalk,

thinking if I ran fast enough

I could outrun time.

Now I walk slower,

because somewhere along the way

time learned my name.

I still sit in the same car seat,

“Jack of all trades, master of none”

Cut me some slack

Please?

If two halves make a whole, why don’t 34 half-descents?

Can a lot of alright be good enough for you?

at first

you were the loud boy on the bus 

with a red lunchbox 

full of day old spaghetti in a dented thermos

and parmesan your dad brought back from italy 

Misting

slowly, a dusting of pearly droplets

coats the world.

each one lands separately,

but over time, they all combine.

joining forces

melting together

to overtake the earth.

Is it really?

Is writing just a waste of my time, 

and a waste of time for others to read?

Is writing this here now, 

is it really useless?

According to some people it is.

TAGALOG: Original
Sabi niya, “Isa ka sa isang milyon,
at walang sinumang makakapagpalit
sa pagmamahal ko sa’yo.”
Tama nga siya
walang nakapalit sa pagmamahal niya…

she wasn't my first best friend but she was my first best friend. she's the most important cog in my machine, the girl i'd do anything for. i want to be her bestie forever forever.

The road less traveled

our road.

Maybe I've overlooked this

key detail 

in all the auditioning-anger-mess:

Music is supposed to make people happy.

To bring people together,

From the fire comes the phoenix,

Burning bright.

She soars into the night sky,

What a sight.

But the wind blows her down, down, down, 

 In the darkest of hours, may there be light.

May the war turn to peace, and let there be love.

For a world forged in hatred and warfare shall fall.

So let there be joy,