Isn’t it lovely?

What a lovely thing to be surrounded by flowers
and receive a bunch of almond chocolates
when you’re so allergic to them you could die.

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Selfish Kid at the Orphanage

Last christmas, all the other children received ten bars of chocolates while I received none. I didn’t throw a fit because I never really liked the brand. They didn’t give me even just a bite and I didn’t ask for one. As days passed, their bars were slowly consumed until it’s gone. We all forgot about the chocolate.

This day, I received 4 bars of my favorite brand of chocolate and the other kids did not. One child boldly asked for one and I told him it melted and I have to freeze it again. The other kids obviously wanted to ask for just a bite but held back.

They’re now talking behind my back saying that it’s unfair and I’m selfish. Am I?

I don’t want to say that this is a love story but…

Sketches

She met him at a time of stillness. She was not looking for love nor daydreaming because she was content at the calmness life is giving her. He met her at a time of his almost enlightenment. He, too, was satisfied by the tranquility that surrounds his existence.

In a time of sereneness, they met.

Her unperturbed living met a storm masqueraded as his being. His enlightenment met a darkness masked as her existence. No one had a clue they were each others’ abyss ready to swallow each other whole.

She was caught in his snare and melted little by little until she became one with his heart. And when he thought his enlightenment was complete, she made him see that she is her inner peace. He got drowned in her ocean and experienced renaissance by her. And when she thought no storm can rage her, he whirled his way like a hurricane and made her experience a high she had never tasted. They both got eaten by each other’s angels and demons and they did not escape. They did not escape. For she was his darkness and he was his storm.

This Is How I Remembered You

One of the cold days of January, I was sitting alone at that local cafe where you used to eat because you’re too lazy to go far. The food was not even good, you’re just too lazy. You know, I tried hanging out there. Now I know why you’re always eating there. There were a lot of talented people around strumming their guitars. Even I loved it. I don’t know of the songs but it’s just so resemblant to you. I knew you loved the melody of the strings. You yourself was a master. But you’re different than the rest of them. You’re just uniquely adorable. Well, I’m not saying that they’re not adorable, it’s just that your adorableness gave stress to my adrenaline and produced butterflies in my stomach wanting to get out and spread the feeling of fantasy to every one. You played tunes fresh to my ears. You loved the Beatles, Otis Redding, and the indie sounds. I remembered you played one once to me or at least I thought it was for me.

It’s cold but I didn’t order coffee. The thought of you sitting here and listening to these live sounds made me feel warm. I imagined you wishing you’d brought your guitar and join this ensemble of strings. You’re somehow jealous because you need to get back to work. You’re eating but you’re so drowned with the melodies while half of your brain thought of, well, I really don’t know. You’re enjoying the moment. It made me happy.

I was reading something about how to improve writing and how set the scene for the readers and then this guy started strumming the strings of his guitar. Then the scene was set for me. It instantly reminded me of you. You ordered and ate and stared unintentionally at the lady across the room, she saw and awkwardly looked away. That was the first time we were both inside that cafe. I was happy.

Then the people started to quiet slowly until I was left alone again. The harmony that was shared earlier vanished. No more music from any guitars, no songs from the radio. It was just me and my writing. I was alone and somehow lonely because I remember you and you’re not here.

i wish you would write something about me

I wish you would write something about me.
Be it a sonnet, a love letter, a poem, a love song, or even a hate mail!
write something like,

“You, like a diamond, shines so bright and takes away the hazy sunshine.”

Star shines. Mime artist mimes. And I hope you are fine..
enough to write something about me. I hope you would not only stare.
How I really hope that you would care! and dare write,

“Oh, you complete me!”

Even without kisses and hugs, or chocolates and teddy bears.
Just fold the paper, and slip it inside my locker.
I will wait ’till the bell rings and see if you have written something about me.

write something like,
“Dear beautiful moon,
I’m always thinking about you and I hope you’re thinking about me too.”

Three, four, five words I do not care. Roses and proses just leave it there.
I’m not even asking you to be a poet. just write something like “Hi or hello there.”
but if you want, you can always write me a sonnet.
or tell me, ” lady, you are my comet.”

Vomit your feelings on a paper, back of the book, walls, or just anywhere.
write like how you would want to stroke my hair.
write like how you would want to be with me,
or if you really don’t freakin’ care,
then just write about how much you hate me.

imaginary


play

You are always full of smiles and confidence but you are never boasting. You are always loved I suppose, so you easily gave love. But that created clear spaces between us, spaces that were already there but we just did not accept. It was then I realized, we only have held hands once, and then everything was forgotten slowly. We have not even changed but we are not the same. Yes, we are still the same but we are different.

That Monday night, it was the first time I have seen you hurting. I cannot do anything because of the thick cloud walled between us. I can only see your silhouette from a distance. It was not also a happy moment but I felt relieved or even satisfied that you were able to feel the hurt — Hurt from those little mistakes that we did not want to happen, and mistakes that are all inevitable. And for me to see you in that short moment of pain cheered my heart, not because I want to see you suffering, no I never wanted to see you suffer, but it made me feel you are not really that far. Even though the truth is that you are.