MA Creative Writing student at UP Diliman from the Land of Buko Pies.

Also a runner, photographer, cyclist, florist, dreamer, and believer.

Impromptu

The Words to Your Song

If I were only to borrow all the words that exist, I will borrow the most ordinary, the ones that the great poets ignore and pass their skillful eyes over. I will pull them together, create a song for you that can be played day in, day out. It would be so ordinary, so bland, that no one else would take notice or pay attention. It would play as the sun rises, as it sinks underneath the darkened horizon. It would play as a child learns to walk, as a marriage ends, as a kite rises into the sky, as waves touch shore of an uncharted island, as the light of a dead star finally reaches the end of its travel. It’d be so ordinary, it will fail to resound. It’d be so ordinary, mundane things will be infinitely repeated to its tune.

But it will linger. It will linger in your consciousness, stay dormant until you find yourself walking alone in the dead of the night and it is then that it will come. You will suddenly hear it, reverberating in your ears, as if you’ve been hearing it all your life. You will mouth the words and then you will know—a song could only be as real.

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Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi

Lord make me, make me an instrument of your peace

Where there is hatred, let me sow love
Where there is injury, pardon
Where there is doubt, faith
Where there’s despair, hope
Where there is darkness, light
Where there is sadness, joy

Oh Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled, as to console
To be understood, as to understand
To be loved, as to love

For it is in giving, that we receive,
It is in pardoning, that we are pardoned
It is in dying, that we are born again to eternal life

Lord make me, make me an instrument of your peace

Everything Happens Under a Blanket of Stars

He offered his hand and I took it in mine. We looked at how our hands fit together. Pleased, we began.

Doubling the Stars

   I plunge into thoughts of you
   as the night sky envelopes
   the continent of my longing,
   the rivers of my hopes.

  In the vast ocean,
  I wait for the wind
  to push your sails nearer, closer
  carrying the breath I need.

So I calm the waters
to reflect the stars,
surely it would not hurt—

   having two maps
                                 that both lead to me.

 

The ending! T.T

So proud of your work, baby P! As always.

This is one of the more adventurous shoots I’ve done. In this photograph, everything seems to be calm and tranquil. Actually, there were a lot of red ants on the ground and the grasses were awfully itchy. I had rashes on my legs before the shoot finally wrapped up.
Yes, this is a throwback to 2 years ago! :)

This is one of the more adventurous shoots I’ve done. In this photograph, everything seems to be calm and tranquil. Actually, there were a lot of red ants on the ground and the grasses were awfully itchy. I had rashes on my legs before the shoot finally wrapped up.

Yes, this is a throwback to 2 years ago! :)

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EXTRAMURAL CLASSES will start this month! Yes! Anybody here interested in learning Spanish with me? It’s open to everyone. The classes will be every Saturday, 9 am to 12 pm at UPD!

Also, does anybody here have a good Spanish workbook I can borrow? :))

A Feature of Time

Tick tock,
the time goes.
And the memories fade
in my head,
green to auburn,
auburn to earth.
Lub dub,
my heart goes.

Lub dub—

Did a little photo shoot with my interior designer sis, Eleanor Anne Torres :)