“Life is useless if there is no one who lives for it.”
Fall but stand
Don’t let him step on you
—until you bleed.
Kapalit ng mga luhang pumakawala
Ang mga berso na nagwawala
Kung nasaan siya? Hindi ko makita
Doon sa kalawakan, naglakbay
Ibinulsa ang mga tala sa bagaheng akay-akay
Bagaheng naglalaman ng pagkamuhi at pagkasira
Pagkawasak ng mga piraso ng pangarap na inilathala
“A Past is a Dead Soul. You are new—and you are in control.”
Christmas is a celebration of love in general. A highly-anticipated holiday every person in the world knew about regardless of their religion or beliefs. It is one of the perfect events to catch up with the people we care about, to cherish the moment we have. But, do we really need an specific time to finally move forward? Do we really need to be apprised to remember? Love is contagious but it is up to us when and how to let it in. If there’s one thing that acts as a barrier against genuine happiness it is grudge. Past memories are a huge factor that affects who we are today. But will you let grudge take over what’s store for you in the future?
You are better than before, you are way better than the hate in you. Who you were is indeed a part of you but it doesn’t define you as a whole. You can’t change who you were but you can lead who you will be—and that’s one of the greatest thing in life.
First, a woman devoured by light
Appeared like a thief in the night
Recklessly excavated the forgotten, scruffy grave
Of the corpse of my bottled aches
Followed by the man with curls
Whose thumb can cover my face
Dragged me by the collar to the lake
“See! See! Can you recognize yourself?” he teased
In the midst of the class,
There is a lassie who sits upright.
Looking so profound,
Wondering how she got to the wrong class.
I am fragile. My depression is insane—selfish. She wants all the attention in the world.
She wakes up so late in the morning because she likes to stare at the ceiling at 3 am. She doesn’t want to attend my classes, school works make her sick. She eats a lot. She loves to lie at my bed all day. For her, even the simplest tasks are too overwhelming. She’s so quiet and so lazy. But most of the times she’s undeniably crazy. She cries a lot and I don’t know why. When my dog peed on my bed, she cries. When I lack a piece of coin, she cries. When someone shouts, she cries. When something is missing, she cries. When she sat, she cries. When she sleeps, she cries.
She wants to escape this world…with me. I said, “No”—and she mumbles. She is sad just like I am. She is misunderstood. She is ignored. She stares at the passersby who don’t care.