Treize.

Urban Reality.

A little flower bud
existing in an earth-deprived spot.
They see it almost dying there,
but no one cares.
A child of nature
trapped between cement and pavement
is nothing.

The world has changed.
Pastures to skyscrapers,
green grass to gray gravel.
Pollution tainting the wind,
sapping the liquid realms
of its purity.
Innocence has passed away.
All that is left is
a single breath of air,
a dying dream,
a realized truth,
and a harsher consequence
that will reside in existence
till extinction.

* After months of AP Environmental Science and being a keen observer of almost everything..
Written and saved as draft on my cellphone.

Douze.

A Lost Memory.

A lost memory,
thoughts to be clasped
by the pages of time,
now gone.
Might be hidden
under the thick dust
or lost in
a sea of confusion.
I wish to find it,
and behold it
before my eyes,
but it is time
to lay down
and bid adieu
to the light of night.

* Written and saved as draft on my cellphone.

Onze.

Words.

Living in an untold world,
encumbered by someone else's
hopes and dreams.
False likings unrecognizable,
while false pursuits
sweep her away.

Engaging in
impassive hardwork,
though loneliness felt in the heart.
She concedes,
halting the salty dew
of sight's device,
concealing thoughts
through endless flow
of unrhyming words
written on scratch.

She pauses and wonders
about what life would be,
if one way or another,
she would matter.


* Written while waiting for a winter class to start at my high school's parking lot.

Dix.

For Him.

Thank You for the smiles
and the tears,
for happiness
that calms my inner fears,
for the words
I failed to express,
for transforming
my life's mess.
I know there are things
left unsaid,
but You know
every thought in my head.
You've seen
my broken and wounded heart,
and there you were
from the very start.

Neuf.

Sleepless Nights.

She's always feeling sleepless
while lying in the darkness.
She's thinking about tomorrow,
and sometimes, her past of sorrow.

Her nights are filled with silence
while her thoughts are teemed with sadness.
Silly things may keep her amused,
yet she finds peace when she's confused.

As she listens to the music,
her mind becomes less frantic.
The tension felt starts to fall;
now the calmness takes its toll.

She sets her problems aside,
then greets herself goodnight.
The moments she had turned gray,
as she dreams her life away.

Huit.

Rain.

She's walking in the rain,
wandering aimlessly like a stranger.
In shame and in pain,
she wants to surrender.

Raindrops washing her tears..
No one knows she's crying inside.
This is what she fears.
All along, she was pushing it all aside.

Water dripping from her fingers,
the coldness numbing her senses.
The sadness and loneliness lingers,
breaking down her defenses.

It's beginning to get dark and dreary.
The poor girl knows there's nowhere to go.

That's how sad stories unfold.
She's probably someone you know..

Sept.

You
01.15.08

You know my heart
and my thoughts.
Every piece of it has sometimes been hidden,
yet you see through my imperfections.
I try to fight back the fear,
to be brave for a moment,
but I am still afraid.
I return to my shell,
alone and in tears.
You took my hand,
gently wiping my sadness away,
and held me in your arms.
How could I have missed a greater love?
You looked into my eyes
and promised me
something more than this.
I cling to your words until now
and wish that the time will come
when I will see you once again
and be with you forever.

Six.

Bored.

I have nothing to do at all.
So bored, I'd rather sleep or fall
on the bed while listening to music,
pretending I'm tired or sick.

I'm tapping the pen on the table,
my head supported by my elbow,
listening, watching, daydreaming,
doing absolutely nothing.

Cinq.

Emptiness.

The blackboard is empty,
my thoughts seem so blank.
Erased from my memory
my challenges on the plank.

This mind unproductive,
ideas gray as dawn.
Comparing the uncomparative,
the beauty and the brawn.

Quietness in intentions,
hollow as it may seem.
No room for implications,
nothing for a dream.

Quatre.

Define a Friend.

A friend who catches your tears from falling
A friends who listens when you're calling
A friend you can depend when the going gets tough
A friend who is there when you think you've had enough.

Someone you can proudly call your sister
Someone who can hug you when you feel so bitter
Someone you can trust with your dreams and thoughts.
Someone who will find you when you're alone and lost.

That's a friend by my definition.
Words that are meant and full of intention.
The cries and the sadness, now filled with love,
a God-given person from the heavens above.

Trois.

Lost in Another World.
07.14.05

Her red earth,
our unusual border town.
A city full of hunger,
of peasants,
of dusk-faced children.
We had to say our faint goodbyes,
walk away and escape
to a world that contained
none of our names, none of our faces,
but is full of power and injustices,
of stories of love and brawls,
and of limits to "undesirables."
The refrain "this is not your country" echoing
as I learn to hide in imaginative worlds
with no fear or concern.
I wish past streaks of water
to get lost in a solitary place
full of fire, of pain, of giving love,
no longer evading the boundaries,
writhe in screams intermixed with pleas to saints,
or agonize raised voices.
I would rather lose breath or lay deathly still,
but then I would slowly go back to reality,
and face the tears that never end its grief.



* This poem was an assignment for my Honors English class. We read Always Running: La Vida Loca: Gang Days in L.A. by Luis J. Rodriguez, and we had to put together words or phrases from different chapters, and construct a poem that made sense. I know God helped me find the right words and phrases to use. Without Him, I wouldn't be able to write such a thought-provoking poem. Thank you, God :)

Deux.

Rizza.

A bookworm
and a dreamer at heart.
Too introverted for her own good.
A tendency to be shy around strangers
or people she has met before.
An observer
of the faint morning sunshine,
the waves of the ocean,
and the wind blowing through the trees,
then takes it all in.

Inspired by elusive fictional heroines,
romantic movies,
silly love songs,
and memories long-forgotten.
She wallows in the music,
or in the silence.
She sees wonder and beauty
in the darkness,
and finds peace
in the midst of chaos.

A passion for God,
for what is right,
and what is good.

She waits for His fairytale,
hoping that someday
her one true love
will sweep her off her feet
always and forever.

♥

Un.

One Autumn Day.
11.06.05

The stars shine above her in alluring splendor
as the dew begins to settle in the midst of the clouds.
She walks in feeble footsteps,
carefully avoiding the leaves that have crumpled in her path.
The air blows her black hair.
Dirt gets in her eyes, but she does not care.
She tries to warm her cold hands in vain.
They were meant to hold, but she's alone..
like any other day.
Lost in the moment, the minutes pass by.
Suddenly..
the silence is replaced by a musical melody
as she hums the first few notes of a love song.

An Introduction.

It's been a while since I actually started a whole new blog all over again.
As the new year unfolded, I decided to resurrect my blog and create something with my most cherished poetry in it.


These poems and insights that I will publish on this site have been written over the years.
I've tried to write poetry before, but it was all in vain. It wasn't until later that I embraced this beautiful art of writing. It all started with an English teacher who gave my class a simple assignment: write a haiku and a cinquain. It was a challenge, but when I finally accomplished it, I was inspired to do more... and here I am.


Shoutouts <3

I was inspired to share my poetry by Ate Pauline. Haha. Major props for you :)

To my dearest Honors English and AP Literature teacher, Ms. Laurie Tobenkin.

To my amazing friends who have been there for me through thick and thin. Wherever they may be, I wish them well with all my heart.

To the circumstances I have experienced, where I draw my reflections from.

Lastly, I thank God for giving me a gift that lets me express who I am and what I feel and see around me.

Be inspired.
Live in the moment.
Love is the movement.

Thank you and best wishes in everything, in life and in love :)