PROSE AND POETRY

unknown world

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x Vivian Kim

this wound that caused
by promises and nuances
a paradox between
holding on and letting go
healed and scarred
by time like fallen debris
like your words at midnight
whispering  “i will be back for you”

that jargon that swept me away
as I welcomed it into my heart
and clutched it on my hands
a pretty lie that I believed into
because ’twas from you
because you told me so

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JOURNAL

Musing

Been pensive this past few weeks that it took a lot of musing about many things. I then had a time to walk around the city and travel in short term. Weird how it led me again writing on my google docu while riding home.

I had a hard time picking out the right vehicle who was willing to stop and fetch me. Some was full, some was destined to different ways, many of them for sure paved the direction of their convenience, and I — I took the long route , loaded with students and two ladies , one on her headset and the other on her eyeglasses.

It was 6:30pm after dusk and the night was still young.
The small conversations, roar of the engine, music from nowhere gives me a relax feeling of being human. Walks of life fill in that quick journey– everyone has surely a battle on their own. Yet what I could see is purpose of living, of survival.  I could see how everyone on that busy street pursuing something in life.

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PROSE AND POETRY

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She can’t take away the prick
of the inevitable that leaves the spirit weak
She can’t sum up all the drops
of tears from the heaven when it rains
She can’t weigh on a scale
how heavy to load the intangible
Yet she can write and write and write and..
make things right.

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PROSE AND POETRY

Hide and Seek

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#Serenity   @whenthee

There will come a time, a sudden moment in this lifetime, where the twist of fate is unpredictable. When uncertainty is at your door, when failure is at the corner, when being left behind– hanging and unattended leads you to the edge of breaking down, of deep meditation, of doubts,  that gives you bruises and torn you apart, where the only thing to do is to pick yourself up, alone.. Then questions will begin to play hide and seek. Questions like, where are the promises of sticking around and not giving up? Where shall I find inner peace and self worth? Where did the happy times go? Will I ever find the courage again?

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PLACES

The tear-drop shaped island

 

Captivating. Mesmerizing. Insanely beautiful.

Finally laid my eyes and indulge on the beauty of Siargao known as the Surfing Capital of the Philippines. This unexpected holiday trip awakened my inner thalassophile  persona. It was a dreamlike escapade shared by wonderful set of friends and new-found friends too. The white sand, water in different hues  of blue, dazzling waves, native ambience and the welcoming smiles of the locals there made up this stunning island. We had our speed boat rides during our one day island hopping on the three renowned islets there: Guyam, Daku and Naked islet.  We also explored the natural pool at Magpupungko and witnessed the right-reef breaking and the surfing frontiers at Cloud 9. This four-day getaway lift up my spirit and prayed in awe that this will hopefully not the last.

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PROSE AND POETRY

Lost and Never Found

She thought to be the wobbly thread on the clothe of your jacket you hid from your closet long years ago that you ought to remember to cut but immediately forgets. She felt like a hook, a clip  or a clasp that you just wanted to find when you ought to need something to be fixed, to hold on to and then leave somewhere else when you are done with it. She sensed that for you she’s one of the heaps of  papers on your cabinet that you barely recall the significance of its content. She was the thickest book standing in your shelf that you lazily turn its pages and then abandon it in one corner.

Remember how it felt to never locate a thing when you need it the most at the moment? When it seems so  invisible?

Just because something was there all along doesn’t mean that it will be there for so long.

 

PhotoFrom: Pinterest

 

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