Image source: monk3y.tumblr.com There are a hundred memories I would like to bury but one When you looked at me And saw madness in my eyes And instead of turning away You embraced it wholeheartedly As if you almost understood The demons residing in my soul
I thought I could smother Those yearnings with quiet ease So I resolved myself into a life of solitude But the voices inside my heart Want fireworks and shooting stars They scream for supernovas and black holes I cave in, signing a thousand death certificates As little by little, I scatter a piece of … More A Requiem for Dead Souls Among the Living
Last September 29, I attended an awareness campaign on thyroid disease hosted by Merck Inc. The informative talk was given by Dr. April Melody Abcede of the Philippine Society Endocrinology, Diabetes, and Metabolism. … More Unmasking your Thyroid: An Awareness Campaign
From the brilliant mind of Nizar Qabbani: Days will pass, and you’ll abandon things you were addicted to, and leave someone, and cancel a dream, and finally, accept a reality. Stuck at cancelling a dream. But I can wait.
Little one, I come to this place again Where vines crawl like snakes to wrap themselves Around the stone in which your name was carved The humid air stay still Not one leaf turned, not one bush swayed I want to bring you news from home About father’s constant battle with his demons Liquor, gambling … More Untainted
Or Pablo does: Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or the horizon? -Pablo Neruda
In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors. -William Blake
The words escape yet again Strange, they are within my grasp I feel them churning under my skin Wanting to crawl out into the sun I long to take a knife and carve an opening Let them flow like water into an ink bottle So that when the time is ripe for reckoning I will … More The Story of Us
If you look at the sky, Do you see it as a canopy That limits your horizon? Or an infinite dimension, A world beyond, Waiting to be explored?
You asked me to think of beautiful things And I imagine star-strewn summer skies The chirping crickets that lull me to sleep The tangerine kiss of heaven and earth But nothing can surpass the gorgeous green of your stormy eyes where my dreams begin and my sun rises and I live again. Happy birthday, Harry … More Harry
