A series of my random poetic endeavours

and our bloodstreams were poisoned by this toxic love. [[lowercase intended.]]

Poetry from a girl who's feeling blue. (12/25/2015) #1 in poetry

the story of him and her.

Wanderlust. Summer love. And a whiff of chocolate. ----- Special Summer Story for Candy Stories. New Adult | Romance

At night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but she still will, mixing all time lines in her head. At dawn, she wakes up, takes her pen, and remembers that she must love herself before she can love anyone. She had a lot to write about the boy who wanted her back after he broke her heart. Even so, she won't, for she has decided that from now on, she will choose herself first. In the morning, she continues to live, takes her pen, and remembers how blessed she is to be loved. She had a lot to write about everything under the sun, including her adventures with the person who loved her dearly. She takes note of all of them, both small and big, until he kisses her and takes her away from the harsh reality. Three different girls with twenty-five tales to tell, all because the universe taught her to love . . . and to write.

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry

When we feel too much, we rhyme. | Poems in Filipino and English. Collection.

Poetry does not need to rhyme. It just has to touch you where your hands couldn't. #11 in poetry 01/11/17