What are we, what we can be

Who are you?

What is your biggest fear?

What is your deepest dream? 

What is your strongest strength? 

What are you hiding in your eyes?

What have you heard that made you cry?

What does your shadow want to tell?

What is the thing that makes you run away?

Why is your heart broken?

Why did you let it happen?

Who made you feel this way?

Who can turn your night into day?

How will you restart 

and put back the pieces to heal your 

broken heart?
You’re just me.

And I am you.
Where did we go?

What happened to us?

We used to be happy

And carefree

Afraid not of this world

Lipped not to say a word

Always curious

But yes, somehow furious

If things do not go our way

But how come now, we don’t care anyway

Of things that get in our way

Of words deep down inside we’re dying to say

Of people willing to protect us, shield us,guide us, saying it’s going to be okay

How come we let the burdens of this world be in our shoulder

When we know we are fragile, easily shuddered.

Are we just shadows afraid of light

Trying to be coward when we know how to fight?

Will we be just shadows all our life

Or will we be the light 

brave enough

 to spark

 in this gloomy and starless night?


I want someone who…

Today I witnessed the union of my beloved sister and her beau.

And there was Cupid reminding me of his magical arrow and bow.

I just happen to get jealous for a minute,

Thinking how my heart will be hit

By someone who’ll

See my pieces as a whole;

By someone who I want

To accept my already tattooed heart,

Broken by hopes and promises,

Beating dreams of passionate kisses.

But I think Cupid’s too engaged 

To calculate, measure and gauge

The heart of those who are more shattered than mine

The heart of those drowned and battered in those bottles of wine.

Or maybe he’s just too busy

Searching, finding “that” fish in the sea

For he’s obedient who listened well to God

So he keeps waiting for that fish to bite his fishing rod.

Oh, sorry I merely forgot

He’s using fishing rod, not.

For he’s one of those gods who vey well know

Whom I pray for a golden arrow and a silvery bow

To shot that someone who

I’ll be proud to call  my boo

He knows I want someone who

Who’ll saturate my raging hue

He is that someone who’ll fancy

The universe in my eyes,

The dreams that shine,

The passion inside,

The truth I barely hide,

The hurts that subside,

The pains in my fine,

That in my eyes, a lot coincide

But he’ll still look at me for I am his pride.

And yes I am searching for him

In the brightest of light and in the darkest dim

So God, calm my curious and impatient heart

For I know Cupid’ll be exhausted for the challenge you and I gave is hard.