About 7 years since I last wrote here

A new follower got me logging in

I wonder on how you’ll are

So out of touch from a far

Life took over and I have been on my own

Still pressing on but unsure I’ve grown

They say I’m wise and they seek my advice

The pragmatic way to live beyond your size

I seek the thrill that temporarily suffice

Choices I believe like lucky dice.

 

Discreet Confessions

I often wonder what my life be like

If I hadn’t destroyed that innocent life

I do deserve this sad, pointless state

For you didn’t even have a choice to make

 

Now I bare the sins I made

So distant my selfish dreams at stake

Finding luck is too far away

I had chances, but there’s still a debt to pay.

 

Sores Excrete

Ruin, I evade to seek

cannot bare my sores excrete

I labor this goal of mine

my dreams so far behind.

Uncertain Pigment

This page has gone dormant Searching uncertain pigment An absolute insanity Seeking for my reality…

Disguised Courage

Walk into a room with  head held high

Petty dialogues until the mind runs dry

In seclusion rest the truth harshly

Disguised courage I see through me.

Decade Late

I never talk about my relationships here

Someone specific might see, I fear

You see, we’re close to a decade

And back to strangers we seem to fade

I hate the way he has become with me
And only with me

The ugly snaps and hurtful words
he says it only to me.

Yet soft tones and friendly smiles he gives away even to passers by

I have long pondered to free me

For thoughts once acted are too heavy.

Toughest Place

Two weeks ago, my boyfriend recommended me to watch this BBC documentary, Toughest Place to be a Bus Driver.  He is an editor in one of the local news channel in our city so he was saying that the output was so well done and found out that it was all shot by one camera man.  It’s pretty remarkable work but setting aside the creative technicalities of the video, a London bus driver Josh West  came to the Philippines to try to drive a bus but to his surprise he got to drive something different. The film also introduces the audience to the disappointingly sad realities of  poor Filipinos.  It’s the first time I cried on watching a documentary.

I won’t spoil the film so I won’t say much.  It’s worth your 60 minutes.

Infested Role

i feel the need to write in puzzles

not divulging my soloist huddles

perplexed passiveness infested role

infecting, neglecting an injured soul.

 

Insane Perfusion

Insane perfusion of altered cognition
pass realization, only confusion
hypoxic state, the need to vacate
palpate my nerves, palpitate with words
escape apprehension, I relate in seclusion.

Today: Earthquake and Tsunami Scare

This morning around 11:49, I woke up as I felt my bed shaking.  As I laid, I wondered if it’s my dog scratching vigorously under the bed. As I sat down, the entire bed was shaking! I sat there and waited.  Until few seconds more, it didn’t stop.  I could hear someone outside yelling that the hanging light fixtures is about to drop.  It lasted for around 30 seconds or more… I then thought, what if a tsunami will follow?! How can we save ourselves?  As I recall, seeing videos of Japan’s massive tsunami and earthquake.

I typically don’t tweet often but after that, I tweeted “earthquake just woke me up!”  I then realized numerous places where it hit.  Then a tsunami alert came!  I am like, NO this must be false news!  It was true after all, but I discovered only around 3pm that it was lifted.  Whew, good thing.  Until now, we still feel the after shock.  It scares me. I’m not ignorant of nature’s capabilities of destruction.

I ‘m lucky that I was home during that happened.  I saw in the news that it was difficult for others cause they were at work, school or out in the streets. Five people died as reported and several false news scattered.

That’s it for now.  I pray that all will be okay.