Leave me on a desserted island with nothing but a pen and a piece of paper; with those, I shall create myself another world.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Word of Advice from a Fellow Follower

Life is a series of moments and before we notice, they pass us by. It is these tiny moments that build up to form other tiny moments that on the long run, forms a life..shapes who we are..creates our existence. Take it for granted and your moments will be worthless leading to a whole lifetime of trivialities. Stop following your life. Lead it. And make your moment worth the breath because there are only so many breaths we can take.

Saturday, May 7, 2011


When I was younger, my father took me to the beach every weekend. Ofcourse, I didn't know how to swim yet back then but like any other kid, I enjoyed playing in the sand..taking a few steps into the water and running back before it crossed my mind to do something as utterly insane as go any further. One day, I was lying at the shore when a white tiny creature with colorful polka dots landed on my tummy. I paniced! I smacked the tiny thing assuming it bit and jumped yelling to my dad for help. He came running to see that my outbreak was over a butterfly. Well, in my defense, I never knew butterflies could come in white and polka dots. All I knew were the beije ugly ones. Anyway, I still recall the incredible sensation of guilt when my dad told me what it was and that I had broken its wing. It limped on and I headed back home feeling like I have done the worst thing that could ever be done.

I wish I could go back to that time. A time when the worst thing I have ever done was accidentally break a flying creature's wing or throw that sandwitch my mom insisted on giving me everyday for lunch in school. When the things I knew in life didn't even cover the different colors of a butterfly...and when smacking one was the biggest disappointment I could ever cause my father.

I long for a time when such purity and innocence existed.

Once Upon A Blindfold

I looked at your face today
and came to realize that mask you wear
you know, I almost didn't see it there
one day you were an angel
the next i could see
that you were just someone misinterpreted by me

I looked at your eyes today
and saw the ugly truth
no kindness, no mercy, no ruth
one day they were sparkling
the next they were crass
your once lively eyes are cold hard glass!

I looked at you, my friend, today
and I could finally tell
I never really knew you all that well
one day you were a soulmate
the next you became a face
the kind you try to put a name to

but can't.