Letters to You: Prose and Poetry

One time, I was asked: how can it be possible to transmute pain into poetry?
I was stupefied by the question.
But it made me conceive.
How can one write such good poetry out of torment?

I have already found the answer to this question.
By the time of affliction and anguish of my affection,
I knew then that pens and papers are the only release I can ever manage.

I knew then that I cannot hurt back the person who inflicted me such pain.
And that for the life of me, I can just write until I am hurting no more.

To turn the man into a poetry while I am making myself believe that he merits it.

To be a writer of our love until the end of our story.



Photo Challenge: Warmth

Warmth for me is when these tropical flowers along a cold season bloom in fields.




I took the photo when I was walking my way home using a BLackberry Z10.

Letters to You. Misery

I have never thought that a happy and healthy relationship would have a room for such misery.

Is it some kind of sweet misery?

No. I don’t think so. I think misery is the same with agony in every sense of the word. It’s still sadness.

Do I make you sad?

Yes. And it sucks because most of those times, it’s the thought of you that makes me sad. You don’t have any intention of doing so, but I always miss you so bad, it makes me sad.

This Long Distance Relationship is killing us. I’m willing to take this relationship to a whole new level but it would take more patience and time. I hope you’ll be more kind to me.

Do I have any option? Once it has been said, “There’s no other hand I would rather hold.”

I love you. I thank God for you.


Letters to You. November 11, 2014 / 2


I am writing this again in the midst of my sadness. I am thinking of you again. And you see, I just started this series in my blog and I can’t stop writing. I guess, we can relate this to the fact that I can’t stop thinking about you. That’s mainly the reason. I write about you because I love you. I write about you because I hate you. Right now, I am in love and in hate with you. But you are my totality. This blog is for you.


10 Things You Might Wanna Know About Me

1. I am not really a writer. Growing up, I have been fond of reading and writing for me is just one way of expressing my absurdity in this world. I have demented ideas and I don’t like posting my feelings on Facebook, I’d rather annoy you differently.

2. I am in a serious relationship with God, but to say I am alike Him is way too far from reality, I still sin, and I still have vices.

3. I am in love with my boyfriend, but I guess what makes my relationship with him special is because I am more in love with my life than with him. For me it’s important that you still find time for the other things you love besides your love. Each individuality in a relationship should never be set aside. I may have this longing for an affair to the world, but my heart belongs to him. He knows that for sure.

4. I have a favorite Seven-Year old daughter and a favorite Four-ayear old son. Break their heart, I’ll break your neck.

5. I love taking pictures of my feet stepping down the places I go to. I have more than 50 pictures of those in different places already.

6. I love the sunset. I love the beach. My feet. The sunset. A book. A beer. That’s an ideal life for me.

7. I love pigging out with my friends. For me, friends who eat together, stay together for a long time. And eating with a happy crowd is healthy.

8. I love writing about my conversation with my boyfriend. He is a man with full of sense to me. Our pillow talk is our best bond ever. We sit by the window, watch people walk by, watch the silhouette of the mountains, and talk just about everything. He is my best friend in this world.

9. I love being in control of my emotions. Yes. I have mastered the way to have a sound mind and a sound body. The less you care, the less chance you get bothered with everything.

10. I mean, I am not perfect. But I know, I have grown to be beautiful because life has fucked the hell out of me and it keeps fucking me. Not giving a damn is almost a reflex.

That’s my story. What’s yours?