His Favorite Girl

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My best friend has found his new favorite girl.  

I knew he had because he no longer calls at midnight. He no longer asks if I’ve arrived safely at work. He no longer teases me with my fandom with Korean dramas. He no longer practices archery with me.

I knew he had. This happened before. Usually, he would not show up for a week but it had been a month now.

Ex - Lovers

Circumstances separated both of them.

He feels bad that he keep her waiting on date night. His family needed him the most at that time. He loves her so much that he cannot bear to see her lonely.

A Letter from The Abandoned Chairs

We humbly request that we may be moved to a safer place.  We feel that robbers would come to us anytime. Aside from that we feel that we are useless here.

Second Letter to D.K.

I am still the same. Nothing has changed. I still go to the library every Wednesday. The librarian is strict as ever. She made me write an apology letter for staining a portion of the book cover of Gardening and Landscaping. I argued that it was already there when I picked up the book but she did no listen. She threatened to send me to the Guidance Counselor’s office so I did what she told me.

DATE A GIRL WHO WRITES POETRY

It is with sincerity that I say

To every gentleman that wishes to stay

But never finds a reason to be still

Be patient and look for love that won’t frail

Allow this humble stranger to give you advice

Never judge a girl by her looks but on how she flies

You know she can if she writes poetry

Either she keeps it on her journal or in a bark of tree

So if you must, date a girl who writes poetry

She writes words to be free

When everyone else is dying to find their rhythm

She would sit with her pen trusting it to sign her name

Date a girl who writes poetry

Simply because she values the important of words

For her words once said is said

For her words once written is written

Date a girl who writes poetry

Once you do you’ll never be bored but be challenged

To figure her style and her metaphor

And once you can’t, all you have to do is ask straight

She writes from experience twisted with fiction

From a blank paper to a story that is yours

She is never violent in action

Though she may vent by turning them into a beautiful verse

Date a girl who writes poetry

Because she can balance her passion and her reality

So, my dear stranger, if you must

Date a girl who writes poetry

She who have experienced love more than what she thought

She is magic without pixie dust

She is time capsule

She is magic

GAME OF POWER

My bad, I was late for the game

I arrived at the half break

It seems my team is winning

Without haste they can go to fame

Chance of good exit is at stake

Before the tossing of the coin

I knew they had fixed the game of power

Fool players for I am not getting any younger

No, I am not bitter on the result

It is just that I always see them

Too common, some tested, some unproven

Without me they can win

Yes! I crave for being a mainstay

They can’t stay on the arena forever

They should sit on the bench for a while

Or pass the ball to the exile

It is just that once in their chance

They go beyond the ability of their power

It is just that before their chance

They don’t prefer the game they are in

DEAR ACE

            I had the sudden urge to write you after hearing the good news today. You are now a daddy. I am happy for you! I know that you would be a great father. I know that you were afraid that you might end up like your father. There is a possibility that you might act and discipline your child the way your father did which you hated the most. You have to accept and stop worrying.

SALT AND LIGHT

I wrote this poem when I was in high school as an activity in one of my class. I don’t remember having difficulty writing this one. Up to now I am still not regretting that I do not use metaphors in this poem because I can still remember what is and how to be a salt and light. I don’t revise this because I want to share what I was thinking that time.

LETTER TO VENUS

            A boy once told me that I am beautiful. I look up and stare in his eyes because I am not sure what to say. It was the first time in my existence that a boy praised my physical appearance. I am sure it happened in school because in my memory I can still smell the freshly baked bread in our Home Economics class. He normally does not say things like that. I never said a single word. I blinked and walked away. That day I wished that I have wings so I can fly and twirl and fly and twirl up in the sky.

NO REASON TO HATE

  

I have no reason to hate you

I have no right to tell you that you are wrong

Besides, no one really knows what is earthly correct

Unless, what you have been acting is under the demand of the modern society

So really, I have no reason to hate you

I’ve got something better than hatred

Though this one is very much complicated

Unlike hatred this one will make us a bunch of fools

This one can lead us to our smiling thoughts

This one can also destroy our poise

But somehow this is very reason of our existence

Even if we give up on it

Someone will come along and bring it back to life

This one I am offering is hard to explain

Funny, because there are moments that we deny this to ourselves

Yet, its existence is much enjoyed

More than anyone else, offering this is easy

But considering the ratio of our society this is hard

I have no reason to hate you

I have no reason to be sad

Because I have love to give

I have love to receive

I am in love

I am in love with the idea of loving

It so powerful that it outruns some childish hatred

I am in love with the thought of happy possibility

So really I’ve got no reason to hate you

I may had some heartbreaks but I will get over it

ENDOWMENT

Wonders of the creation

Full of beauty and imagination

Gift from the heavens above

For His kindness and love

Each has its own beauty and purpose

For our goodness I suppose

So in Him let us be grateful

For making our life colourful

The morning sun that is so bright

Gives warm and delight

The moon and the stars in the evening

Sounds safe and securing

The trees swaying in the air

Give food, beauty and life to bear

The colourful flowers in the garden

Make us smile all of a sudden

Water deities ruled by Neptune

Home of every oceanic creation

Wind that blows every second each days

Utter his gentleness sometimes rudeness

Venomous snake of Africa and Asia

Large aquatic reptile of a tropical area

Possess something beneficial and common

Leathers, made from their skin

And then lives the best endowment

Man – bestowed of various talent

  who care for this wonderful legacy

And gain their beauty

IDLE

You wait

You stand for hours

Or maybe for days

You really don’t know

You wait

You cannot move

Until someone tap you

So far no one did 

BEST DAYS OF MY HEART

Waiting for my turn at window two

I hear your voice despite the noise

Curious, I look around

There you are with your red shirt and a new hair color

EMPTY JAR

Though you are made of the finest hands

Embellished of all the precious funds

You have been here for almost a year

Witnessed an innovation on passing pair

SONG OF CONFESSION

You were not a part of my world

Until one night you came knocking

Through a dream you let me noticed you

I never care to share so it may come true

WE ARE ONE

I am with the whole world

Same as the whole world is with me

Perhaps the best reason to consider

In this chaos

In this uncertain

In this life, my dear!

We are one with million people

No doubt and hesitation

When our cheeks blushed

And the sparkle in your eyes

Truly, we all fall in love

Have you?

It is love my dear

When we are one – one with our foes

One with the whole world

Taking chances and more than feeling sorry

Not because of heartaches

But because we love

WITH THE WILDS AND THE STRANGERS

With the wilds and the strangers I find comfort

Through their eyes I can see that we share the same longing

I find comfort sharing my disagreement

Because somehow, sometimes, we disagree

STIGMA

                                                                      STIGMA

                                                         
                                                             I am not somebody’s 

Noboy’s pride 

Everybody’s nightmare

Nobody’s luck

LETTER TO DK

          

         To DK,

My mind is telling me that this is a pathetic approach. As a girl who is trying to be a woman on her own perspective this is indeed a bit risky. Since I have told myself that you should not be my concern anymore, writing a letter to you is awkward. We were never that close. But what can I do my heart is very supportive, very positive, and very confident that I can do this. That I can finally tell you the things I wanted to say. That I can pretend that we really happened, there was a story. You were the main character and I was the narrator.

BEST DAYS OF MY HEART

Waiting for my turn at window two

I hear your voice despite the noise

Curious, I look around

There you are with your red shirt and your new hair color