Dear Writer,

You have always been the Pen yourself. You wouldn’t mind what else to write as long as you have it on your mind. You have dodged the stressful ideals of the world that might turn your papers blown away. The aspirations and bottled feelings that brought you here made you the real you as what you have wished to become-a “Writer” of your own version. You never liked the idea of throwing such words and just echoing around a corner but instead, you liked the thought of flying and seeing what’s there to listen, what else to learn and to breath in life. You never told yourself to be going just around the bush but sing instead, and write the most of the lyrics out loud. You’re a writer of your own style. A God’s pen who never wanted to change because the world wants you to. You’re the type of a writer who remembers every color of the sky, every smile of the stars and the sound of the rain. You are you. And always be the writer that you always dreamed of. No matter how changes could drive you crazy, just guard your heart and mind because these two work as one to remind you how wonderful it is to live. So guide your heart and use your mind well while holding your pen as you go on to this journey worth a thousand words to describe of. Dear writer, all along your biggest adventure, never ever forget your wildest dream because in the first place, you simply exist to make it come true. You as a writer, has a purpose. A purpose to shine like the sun, a purpose to bloom like flowers, and a purpose to live like a human. Yes. You need to understand that you are just an ordinary person. As a writer, you must live by holding the pen right despite of sorrows, disappointments and frustrations that life might give. It may be not as perfect as we imagine it to be but a writer must keep in mind that too soon, negativities shall pass. There’s always a rainbow after a rain. You’re stronger to accept things that you cannot control because that’s life. Sometimes, shit happens. Whatever it is that you expect, always hold on to the thought that everything has a reason. The best things are yet to come so buckle up and make the most out of it. You are a writer of your own. The way you think is beautiful. Forever cherish the wonders of nature and be with it. Live as if you have nothing to lose. Dream like you’ll gonna make it. And believe that tomorrow is smiling and be hopeful for the future is just in your hands. You are a writer. Never understimate the power of your pen. With love and passion, everything else makes sense.

Domingo mágico

30th of October 2 pm, Miag-ao Church, Iloilo

“I wonder how this tour may go, but all I want is to see how your smile matches with your eyes as I share to you my world…”

Never felt excited like this before. Been ready for this day since noon and I really was looking forward to meet YOU. Dearest YOU, a week before, I never knew you’d be this so close to me, so gentle and so genuine. *Sigh. Every time I look at you, reminds me of butterflies flying, with birds chirping and flowers blooming. It sounds so poetic. Ikr? 😛 Pardon me if I have to protect this marvel, YOU, the every part of YOU I want to unravel.

First Stop: Lover’s Lane

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Wrapped by the dazzling feeling inside,

By just enjoying the ride.

Walking ’til the end of line,

Amazed by how your eyes could shine.

-Almie

 

Second Stop: The UPV Oblation and SOTECH

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Full of gratitude for your time,

Just to come and share your rhyme.

The magical vibes from you,

Giving my world so full of hue.

-Almie

Third Stop: UPV Diwata ng Dagat

If I ever found myself lost in the middle of the sea,

I know you’ll sail the world just to find me.

If I ever forget the things that really mean to me,

I know you’ll be the one to remind me.

-Almie

Fourth Stop: UPV CAS PARK and CFOS

Every time we walk while having non-stop talks,

Your true loving personality slowly unlocks.

My heart flutters in the clouds aiming for the moon,

A dream of reality, out of my cocoon I bloom.

-Almie

Fifth Stop: Cafe Diem

A cake in the cup or a smore in the core,

Beyond my poetry, your sweetness I adore.

Those fragile hands, and the pin I keep,

Will always reminds me of you with me.

Sixth Stop: Miag-ao Church

I won’t last a day without a prayer,

Loving the tour and all its layer.

I have never imagined a life without God,

Thinking that all of these has been planned.

-Almie

Seventh Stop: Miag-ao Beach

Just like how the stars can shine at night,

Feelings started to spark and ignite.

That moment so magical like heaven’s pure bliss,

How can destiny be so wrong at this?

-Almie

Eighth Stop: Miag-ao Plaza

For me I ever wanted is to make you smile,

Mission accomplished oh yeah! that’s my style.

The security and trust beyond compare,

Your feelings I keep is true and rare.

-Almie

Thank you for making my Sunday so special. ❤

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Puting Rosas

Sa bawat paglakad ay damang dama ang labis na pagkasabik ng puso. Hindi maintindihan ang nadarama sa unang sulyap ng iyong mga mata. Tila bukambibig ang lahat ng matatamis na bagay sa mundo. Ang sarili ay ‘di maalintana sapagkat tumatangis ang bawat silakbol ng damdamin at ika’y niyakap sa unang pagkakataon… Oo, sa kauna-unahang pagkakataong nakita ka, sa wakas.

Kasing bilis rin ng dyip ang pag-apaw ng kasiyahang hatid ng bawat pag-ngiti. Hindi pansin ang paligid pagkat ang iyong paggalaw lamang ang tanging sinisilip. Sulyap ng mata’y hindi maiwas, karugtong ng pag-ambit ng bawat tinaga mula sa iyong malalim na pagbigkas na tila’y musika sa ‘king pandinig.

Mga kwentong marathon na hindi mahahalili sa mga nababasa sa telebisyon. Kahit maghapon na magkasama’y tuloy pa rin ang pagkilala sa isa’t isa na ‘di ko mawari na ganito pala… Ganito pala kaysarap titigan ang iyong mga mata, pakinggan ang iyong mga tinaga, ang hawakan ang iyong mga kamay, ang sumandal sa iyong balikat habang pinapakinggan ang musikang tayo lamang ang nakakarinig. Ganito pala kaysarap mahulog sa iyo, oh, giliw ko.

Di ko namalayan ang oras ng bawat pag patak ng segundo sa bawat pagtama ng ating mga mata ay tila natatamaan ang puso. Hahayaan nalang ang damdamin na tila langit ang nadarama tulad ng pagsikat ng araw sa silangan hanggang sa paglubog nito sa kanluran. Walang katapusang saloobin kung bakit ako nagkakaganito. Sa kung ano ang meron sa wala at kung ano ang wala sa meron. Pagkat ‘di ko mapagtanto kung bakit tila ang pagtawa mo ang pinapapangarap ko.

Ang mga butuin sa kalangitan ay walang katulad sa kislap ng iyong mga mata. Ang pagdampi ng lamig ng hangin sa aking balat ay ‘di alintana pagkat ang presensya mo ay nangingibabaw. Isinawasiwas lamang ang pagka hiya ‘pagkat hangad lamang ay ang makilala ka. Hindi pansin ang mga taong nasa paligid dahil sa patuloy kong pinagmamasdan ang bawat anggulo mo na babaunin ko sa pag-alis. Sa pag-alis kong baon ang iyong mga ngiti at tawa, baon ang kwento mong salamin ng iyong buhay, baon ang mga alaalang parte ako ng buhay mo sa oras na ito.. mula sa ‘ting pagkikita hanggang sa aking pagsakay.

Sa pagduyan ay laman ng isipan ang pangakong hintayan. Sa dapit hapon ng ating pag liway, tugma ang bawat ritmo na sumasang-ayon sa labis na tiwala na ‘di malilimutan kailanpaman. Hindi linggid sa ‘king kaalaman na ganito pala kasaya ang isiping hindi ako nag-iisa sa pagtungo sa kinabukasan. Sa tuwina ay napapaindak sa saya, dama ang kaba, at lahat ng pwedeng madama sa hatid nitong hamon sa buhay ko. ‘Di mapigil ang mabilis na pagtibok ng puso, tanong ko tuloy, ito na ba ang para sa akin?

Pilit na pinapakalma ang sarili sa kasiyahang parang sumasabog ang lahat ng nasa loob ko. Kasabay ng pag-agos ng dugo sa aking mga ugat ay ang paggulo ng sistema na ‘di ko lubos maintindihan. Ngunit kabigha-bighani ang kapayapaang natagpuan sa balikat mo nang sa pagsandal ko’y dama ang bawat sandali nito.

Walang pakundangan ang kulitan na sa’yo lamang iaalay. Pangako ay mananaig, magunaw man ang daigdig. Pero alam kong daig ka pa saken kung kiligin, awh ah. Hahahaha! Tila wala na ‘tong katapusan, tadhana na ang may sadya tulad ng kalawakang walang hanggan. Sa daraang araw, oras, at sandali,  dagdag sa mithiin ko sa buhay, ay aalayan ka ng pang-habangbuhay- wagas at tapat na suyuan hanggang sa huli oh, giliw ko.

October 29, 2016

 

 

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Come what may

I looked at the stars yet I saw darkness. I was thinking that whichever corner my eyes drew into, there will always be that longing for sparks. Just a little forward? backward? side ward? How much farther can I go for distant lights? How many years does it take to say that “life has finally happened to me!”

 

Wishing for the right time, patience has its way to offer for the best. In midst of difficulties, one must soar high to collect stars, not by gazing but to reach for them. To jump high, no, but to jump higher and believe that we are the stars of our own selves.

 

Failures make us stronger and independent. I am one of the billion people in the world who has gone countless depression and frustrations in life. And I say sorry for myself, for the things I have done and for the things I have failed to accomplish. I don’t want to rant each part of it but in general, to aim for the best shot is not that easy. Bumpy roads and a never ending ups and downs do come in my way but I know God has come to save the day. I admit, I once told myself to just give up because it is the easier than to keep up the struggles going. But the Lord is keeping on pursuing me to stay still and focus on forward. I have tried to step down that road of sorrows just to consider my tiredness. But, soon I realized, I can never escape that road. The longer I remain sitting down on that corner, is the longer it would make me to see the best days of my life. I know right now, it may seem like I have not yet done my best-est yet, but I also know for sure that every single day is closer to improvement as long as I keep going and go for the extra mile. My dreams are still inside of me. Keeping the fire burning and a never ending adventure awaits. Come what may.

 

I wonder

​Because sometimes, I wonder…

 if the stars are also trying to reach us too.

 if the moon can still shine without lovers.

 if the sun is not yet tired of brightening up our day.

 if the clouds are as sweet as candies when eaten.

 if the sky could finally meet the sea.

 if the rain ever jealous of the rainbow.

 if the birds wish to sing a lyric.

 if the butterflies ever picked a flower.

 if the fishes ever wondered why they swim all day and night

if the bears ever wanted to get a hug too

 if somewhere in the universe wonders about us as aliens,

 if the owl ever watches over her hatchlings on morning

if the doors ever wished to knock on a person

 if the light ever mourns for the absence of the dark

 if the sea ever thought about of reaching the sky

if the rainbow ever enjoyed to be seen

  if I ever come to realize that it’s best to not realize.

 if I ever choose not to find reasons to reasons,

would that be enough to start something much better?

36 G.Low.Seas

I’ve sailed day and night,

A never ending plight.

At the shore, in a fierce night,

Seen a dove, have I gotten it right?


By the bay, the shallow waters creep,

With mild symphony and the song I keep.

Rolling in the deep

Watching your shadows sleep.


The dark blue sky blankets thy stars,

Glowing much from a far.

Sincerity in every scar,

My soul explodes ’tis not par.


Drowing out of thy window,

Never knowing the rainbow,

It’s only white and a shadow.

36 bricks made of jealou.