This is a big thank you post, so excuse the length. Anyway, I want to thank you all for everything. For following, for reading my posts, for liking my poems, for sending nice messages, and for being wonderful people. To those who have been following me since the beginning and have stayed, massive salute to you haha. To those who are new, wow you’re wonderful for following me.
To Winter: beautiful girl, in the short period of time that we’ve known each other, you somehow became one of my dear and closest friends from tumblr. You’re one of the few whom I trusted with the whole truth. Thank you for everything.
To Nicole: your writings always leave me breathless, and you know that. I’m glad to have found your blog and gotten to know you.
To Francoco: you asian weirdo, I hope you’re doing okay. I miss you. I hope you’re doing well. Where’s my birthday song?? haha. Really I don’t need to say much. You already know.
To Allie: my bear, my giraffe, who knew a simple tumblr message would lead to an almost 2-year friendship? <3 You’re a wonderful friend and we should FaceTime again :P
To the rest who I’ve talked to on here, sorry you didn’t get an actual short message, but I’m still grateful of you all. I hope you’re all having a lovely day and I wish you all the best in everything.
The sun sets in your
eyes and rises in your smile;
I hope you’re okay.
I am blaming Winter and Nicole for making me cry today this early on my birthday because their collab poem for me was so beautiful :( <3
You are one of the few You are the sun to a lot of people. I hope to see your smiles more often You are a piece of summer You wanted to be seen as a girl You bring out the goodness of someone my dear girl, your words are beautiful We may be oceans apart but i hope that these words Always remember that you are enough
whom I trusted with the truth,
You had a really sweet smile
and a serene face it reminds me
of sunrise at dawn.
You find it easy to illuminate us
with your undying glow
even on our darkest nights
and send us comforting warmth
on our coldest days.
than to hear your sobs when we talk
over the phone, those cries you try so hard
to stop when you don’t know what do but you
still wait for him, always.
in the middle of a winter.
You could melt our frozen hearts
and sweetened our bitter souls.
Your hands may be tainted with ink
but it has touched us
and took us away to your serendipity.
who must not be handed lightly,
but to me you’re fragile as a glass.
I wanted to keep you from the harm
this world could give you but then you
wouldn’t know how cruel and destructive it is
if you’ll not see is in front of your eyes.
even when he is on the state of madness
and your words resuscitates our hope
when we’re sure it is about to die.
and beautifully crafted just like how
beautifully your mother and father’s
genes are combined to create an
amazing person like you.
but your radiance made us feel
that we’re just inches from each other.
There may be nights that you will doubt
how beautifully crafted
of a masterpiece you are,
just tell us and we will try our best
to paint you with words
so you would have a slight idea.
But even then these words
could never be enough
to give justice to your glow.
were enough for you to feel
is with you always,
we will always be here
for you, no matter what rocks
they might throw you.
and your mere existence is a gift
to all of us.
You are cherished.
You are loved.
And we want nothing
but for you to find
your own version of paradise.
You are one of the few
You are the sun to a lot of people.
I hope to see your smiles more often
You are a piece of summer
You wanted to be seen as a girl
You bring out the goodness of someone
my dear girl, your words are beautiful
We may be oceans apart
but i hope that these words
Always remember that you are enough
"To the girl who writes as a way of breathing"
Be there for her and tell her she doesn’t need to be perfect. Make her understand that trying to reach that idea of perfection is futile because nothing is perfect. No one is perfect, no matter how hard people try to be. And that’s most definitely okay. Being marred with imperfections and faults makes us human. Make her understand that. Be there to help her and support her. Be the friend she needs right now. Lend your shoulders and listen to her.
Sana maganda ang pakiramdam mo. Sana okay ka lang. Sana nakakatulog ka ng maayos. Sana ngumingiti ka pag-gising mo. Sana masaya ka. Yun lang naman ang gusto ko. Kamusta ka na? Kung nasaan ka man ngaun, sana maayos ang isip at puso mo.
Science tries to answer this question. According to it, you stop breathing first and your heart stops beating. Then your cells begin to degenerate and your other organs shut down. But I honestly don’t know what happens. I don’t think there’s a true process as to what happens when we die. The only ones who know are those who are dead. But I can imagine that by the time you’re close to that stage of death, you’ve probably already lost your consciousness and senses, so you probably won’t even know you’re on the process of dying. (but really I’m clueless, don’t listen to this)
Love. While hate is all-consuming and powerful just like love, it’s typically a by-product of anger and hurt. I mean, there are negative aspects of love, but in its purest form, in my opinion, love is stronger. It binds people more than divides them, which is unlike hate. Hate often leads to dividing people rather than binding them. Plus, isn’t it love, not hate, that we crave? Do we prefer people to hate us than love us? Would we rather be hated than be loved? Both emotions motivate people to do the extremes in some cases, but with love, it’s more often due to positive reasons. Hate is far more destructive, and love is the backbone of society. It is through which relationships and families are built upon.
Someone asked me if I ever lose words,
or if I ever struggle with writer’s block.
The only reply I could offer was that
I am always inspired.
While that is an honest truth,
it is rather insufficient.
How could I ever lose the words to use and write
when you’re still there, breathing and alive?
Knowing that you’re somewhere exhaling words,
I’ll always have letters to capture and string into poems.
I’ll capture your exhales from where I am
and turn them into metaphors,
hoping they’ll do justice to your eyes.
How could I struggle with writer’s block
when there are sides of you I have yet to uncover
with spilled inks and messy handwriting?
I won’t run out of words
knowing someone like you exist somewhere in this world.
How could I, for even a single day, stop writing
when there are similes and personifications
waiting to be outlined, written, and read?
While I know there are numerous other things to write about,
(and I do write about them)
I always seem to find myself writing about you instead.
You are the words,
and I am the vessel.
You are the ink,
and I am the pen.
You are the poem,
and I am the poet.
3.5 more hours until it’s the 18th here, but thank you :) Hope you’re having a great day yourself!
I already gave my top favorites in an ask yesterday :) (just scroll down my blog) But here’s some more:
1) “When the power of love overcomes the love of power, then the world will know peace” - Jimi Hendrix
2) “Every human being on this earth is born with a tragedy, and it isn’t original sin. He’s born with the tragedy that he has to grow up. That he has to leave the nest, the security, and go out to do battle. He has to lose everything that is lovely and fight for a new loveliness of his own making, and it’s a tragedy. A lot of people don’t have the courage to do it” - Helen Hayes
3) “You can kiss your family and friends goodbye and put miles between you, but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart, your stomach. Because you do not just live in a world, but a world lives in you” - Frederick Buechner
4) “Hate is the coward’s revenge for being intimidated” - George Bernard Shaw
5) “Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls. The most massive characters are seared with scars” - Kahlil Gibran
6) “Show me a hero, and I will write you a tragedy” - F. Scott Fitzgerald
7) “The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These people have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep, loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen” - Elizabeth Kubler Ros
8) “To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment” - Ralph Waldo Emerson
9) “If you accept your own idiosyncrasies, others may accept them as well” - from The Geeks Shall Inherit the Earth (« love this book)
It’s already the 18th back in the Philippines. Oh god I miss home.