Freedom, marry me.

My Treasure

If I were an object in the lost and found box, I would be a key. Without me, my owner would not be able to unlock his deep secrets, nor would my finder discover the hidden treasure. Many people say that I am the epitome of the mysterious. To the unknowing eye, I may seem and look like an ordinary key: easily duplicated and merely put inside the pocket along with loose change. What the ignorant does not know is that I hold stories, insights, ideas that would move people’s hearts, minds and souls.

There is no other key like me, nor is there any replica of the treasure I keep. Even at such a tender age, I have been to several places, experienced and witnessed so many things. I have spent time with the richest of the rich and with the poorest of the poor. I am not picky – I let life carry me where it wants me to be. Whatever happens, I keep my eyes wide open, grasping every experience that I encounter and making sure that I have a souvenir. Sometimes I get lost, but soon enough someone finds me and from that moment on, I have another story to unravel. My treasure is unlimited.

bear with my dilemma

the struggle to find the right words and to put them all together.

you in my dreams, again

Things simply fall

into place.

Moments are immortalized in memories.

Beneath the Hazy Cloud

Alone,

in the dark, I stand.

Above me,

thick, hazy clouds

hover the night sky,

seeming impenetrable.

Beyond what my eyes can see,

beneath the violet fog,

mesmerizing diamonds

sparkle with glee.

I stand still,

waiting, waiting and waiting;

oblivious of the horrors around me.

My ears,

deaf,

and my skin,

unable to feel,

as I kept my eyes fixed

on the violet cloud.

I do not notice

the time ticking.

For eternity, I could stay,

according to my inkling.

My body grows tired,

as my faithful heart

fervently waits

for the stars

to shine down on me

again.

October 12, 2008

Sunday

10:45pm

I'm back

i'm going to be honest --- the writer side of me is broken. i don't know exactly why, but words just don't flow as easily as it used to. much to my soul's objection, it came to a point wherein i actually felt it was useless to write. it's a struggle, yet i'm not giving up. i won't give up.

i don't claim to be particularly excellent in writing. i write because i want to touch lives, in some way. only a few days ago, my good friend reminded me of this, when i wrote a little something for him. i may not be perfect in grammar, form and whatnot, but i believe my soul's got enough passion for this endeavor, despite this battle inside me. to make someone smile or to make someone feel s/he is not alone in his/her experience in life through my works is enough reason for me to keep writing.

while i'm "recuperating" as a writer, i'll be posting some of my old works from time to time. i've been posting at different blogs; it's time to compile them all in one blog.

happy reading.

P.S. to those who've loved at least once in their lives... Happy Valentine's Day. cheers!