Gone is the calico sharing my bed,
Warmth next to me right by my head.
Took my heart with her as she crossed the bridge
Only leaving me with a piece so smidge.
So frivolous. So tiny. My make-up is ugly.
The sun is hot, then it's not; the cold chaps my lips.
My coffee's cold. My iced tea does not have enough ice.
My boyfriend's on Insta telling the world too many lies.
I decided to make a haiku thread on Twitter. Because why not? It's a nice way of tweeting about random thoughts and feelings while adhering to a few rules and at the same time running amok creatively. Since I do not own the Twitter platform, I thought it best to post them here on my website as well to preserve them forever.Read More
Plants die, animals too.
Dreams do not. They cling to you.
Push them aside or under your bed.
They stay in your heart, echo in your head.
It is funny because both life and death fill our minds even if we claim otherwise. Life does, of course, in our day to day living. From the moment we wake up, it begins. What do I eat for breakfast? Should I shampoo my hair or condition it? Do I wear this red polo shirt or go for the body-hugging tokusatsu shirt to work instead? Should I answer emails right away when I arrive at the office or save them for the afternoon? Do I watch a movie after work or go to the gym to make up for the sedentary hours I spent earlier? Do I write a draft or read a book before sleeping? These questions may seem silly to you but they shape how our daily lives go about.Read More
I want to curse Time for taking you too soon,
denying you Christmas and next year’s June.
I want to hate the weather for raining today
for the last thing I need is a world that’s gray.
I want to shut the people, their voices annoy.
Instead I wish to hear the voice of a boy.
I want to denounce science, for despite knowing all,
it couldn’t save you from fading, couldn’t stop your fall.
Q: Hey, I saw the title. So what's with the DEATH?
A: He, she, it, or whatever, Death I mean, is none other than the protagonist of this story.
Q: What's with the DRABBLE?
A: This project will be written in drabble form.
Q: Wait, what the hell is a drabble?
Q: And what the hell is with the DYING?
A: Exactly! This drabble series is about Death's last days with the dying.Read More
It was a pleasure to burn.
No, I didn't mean to plagiarize Mr. Ray Bradbury. His opening sentence in his acclaimed novel Fahrenheit 451 described perfectly how I felt (and still feel). It is, indeed, a pleasure to burn.
When I was a teenager I was insecure (weren't we all?) and I hated those who appeared the opposite (didn't we all?). Unfortunately, I didn't stave off the insecurity as much as I wanted to in my early adulthood. I kept hating, in secret, those who brimmed with fire.
I hated passionate and principled people and it irked me, because deep inside I wanted to be like them.Read More