Graveyard of Dreams

Your alarm’s blaring

you get dressed

your breakfast is regurgitated

your tummy flutters and

tears collect in your eyes.


Your deceased heart

is still hoping for it’s

ultimate true calling

to be financially answered.


The Look of Love

I used to only have great things to say about you. Beautiful words such as incandescent, becoming, and charming crossed my mind at the thought of you. Now I can only think of rather unfavorable terms like uncertain, inconsistent, and clueless. It saddens me to finally see the kind of person you’ve always been and not the person who was beautifully painted in my heart.

Garbage Camaraderie

Kindness will be your downfall

when you shower it upon

the temporary sort who

you will be better without.


Kindness is also needed

by them temporary sort

to educate them on how to

not treat people like pants.


Which will hopefully

change them from

temporary to permanent.


‘Cause god knows

how desperately

they need to

absofuckinglutely change.

Do You

Be yourself. Do you. How many times do you hear people telling you that and actually mean it? Be yourself. Do you. Not according to the society. Be your raw self. Be your unedited self. Be your full of flaws self. Know your rights and prerogatives as a human being. Say yes to nobody but God. Say yes to nobody especially not THE MAN. Know the difference between friends and trash who relish in your downfalls. Know the difference between true and dedicated educators and opportunistic imbeciles with master’s degrees who pray for their students’ failures and cherish every single moment of it. Accept that you being your absolute self means not expecting everyone to fathom and appreciate you. Because you belong in the minority. Because you’re different. Because you’re not a spineless yes-man. Because you’re the star among the satellites. And it may take a tad longer for the likes of you to hit a home-run. Walk on that convoluted path anyway, take your time. Fret not, Rome wasn’t built in a day. You’re an Amalfi Coast. You’re as lovely as Rome. You’re going to take some time to build you. Baby steps, ma chérie.

Momentary Bliss

Whenever something good happens, I always ponder upon the day it ends. How will I feel then? How will I be then? Will I still be the same person as before it happened? Or will there be a void in me that needs to be filled? It’s always so sweet and short, this good thing. A momentary bliss. The last time it happened to me was years ago. I sometimes long for that particular day. Wishing I could relive it even just for a day. I hadn’t expected it to happen, but it did. For that, I am eternally grateful. Because if it didn’t, I wouldn’t have met a pretty rad being who has inspired me so much over the years. I hope to experience something similar in the near future, something good. But this time, I’d appreciate it if it happens for the long run.

The Holy Matrimony

If I ever get married in the future, I seriously pray that I’ll get married to a man who uses his mind before responding to any situations. Who doesn’t yell or cuss at anyone, regardless. Who doesn’t pursue any argument when it’s initiated. Who doesn’t use force in any situation unless need be. Who always retreats. Who loves unconditionally. Who loves generously. Who protects unquestionably. I don’t ever want my kid(s) to worry about the “adult stuff” until they’re supposed to when they’re living on their own. I don’t want my kid(s) to worry about their education because it’s my responsibility with my husband to provide them that. And we will grow old together, enjoying the life that we’ve built together, frisbee-ing our cares away. Watching our kid(s) succeed. Watching our kid(s) build their own lives. Perish together in peace.