seeing you, faintly

is entirely different from

knowing you. lately

i have confronted

your unusual delight in

the dark;

you cause me to spark

unwillingly,  lavishly

you urge me to succumb

to your new breath of dawn.

unmindly, you notice

no qualms, no perusal

not even a scruple

against your wordly demise.

silence was bestowed

but i remain unrequited.

you are, as you said,

"armed to the teeth"

ima- a girl who abhors unfaithfulness-- in all its forms.

Somehow i started to doubt love

if aint for my heart i should not be thinking now.

My mind would not be boggled by uncertainties

that could stained my feelings and thoughts to flinch.

Nothing could be more painful than seeing

the one you love slipping-out into your hands.

Yes, i can dare  to be hurt ten times or so

and i would freely take the every pang 

just not to let go and missed the chance

to feel love and be loved.

But what if its already enough and you tried the

A Veil Enlightens You

Been cursed to kiss forever

In solitude, consoled

By the love light cast upon myself

Ruthie is a gal from Baguio City who's trying to learn the ropes in Quezon City.  She works in an NGO at the moment, and is blessed to have been given the opportunity to solve distressed people's problems.  In the process, she learns more about herself and her worth and her role in human liberation and labor vindication. 

The Lovers

Lovers cowering
In the long shadows of dawn
Fearful to be seen

every petal that falls even
from the homeliest blossom
is grieved by the congregation
of blooms in the garden

a solitary demise
is not an isolation

Quills

            With steady hands she held the quill upon the paper, and in a few strokes, a name not yet visible is written. She lit the candle and kept the paper a safe distance from the dancing fire. The heat was enough to let the letters appear in burnt brown upon the cream parchment.

            The familiar voice came from behind her.

            “I was afraid of this…”

            “Of what, William?”

In a millisecond upon seeing the ad, I thought of joining the Phil. Grahic Fiction awards, but I believe in the succeeding millisecond I decided this work is mediocre & therefore bound for the trash bin.

These are the last parts of the story. I can't let you endure the mediocrity of the entire shenanigan.

There is something in nothing. 

xxx  

"Hey Jupe, I'll meet you some other day, okay?" 

"Okay. Bye." 

xxx  

The Sculptor

These calloused hands

Once sought classic ideal

Hewing rocks, chiseling marble

Insipid Days

restless on a sofa,
on a mental walkabout

this is the kid inside of me talking. i'm like this when i have mixed emotions residing in my heart. but i'm not realy this. haha.

enjoy.

this is so not me, hahahaha.

but my bf laughed when he read that. 

i hit him in the head. hehe.