Bitter

a scary tune

And so she lies there
With a heavy heart
Hopeless in this life, tired
From the loud music
Her neighbor plays at night

Accompanied by his voice
Singing happily, irritatingly
An old man who preys on girls
Bad, dirty, sad, and fat
Like a villain in disturbing films
He whistles in the morning

A scary tune you would hear
Shivering just like everyone
She gets her earphones
And would put it in defeat
One couldn’t wait for his funeral

P.S. I wrote this in August, I was so mad back then that I’m shocked I had the nerve to write the last line. Oh well it’s not like I mean it when I’m sane

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Poetry

rain & streetlights

I have a thing for rain
and streetlights

All the stories of pain
love combine

Shadows concealing your grief
at night

A mysterious fury the soul
can’t define

I have a thing for wind
and footsteps

All the mistakes of thirst
hearts ingest

Secrecy trailing desire
after sunset

A provocative tryst the skin
can’t suppress

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Strange

perhaps love

Coincidence is the start of something funny, perhaps love. It’s the first curl on someone’s lips after finding out you watch the same kind of movies. It’s the plans running in your head as you talk about this quaint coffee shop most people haven’t heard of. It’s a song slowly fading in on cue when you both laugh at an old stupid joke your neighbor used to tell. It’s when you share the same opinion about politics and then decide to talk about conspiracy theories instead. It’s the excuse hopeless romantics use to meet again on this upcoming event. Coincidence stops when they finally meet on the event and went for beer after. It stops when they arrange to go out the next weekend to watch a new horror movie. It stops when they check out the quaint coffee shop and realized it wasn’t so empty like they expected it to be. It stops when they both start making time for each other just to talk about aliens and the moon landing, to listen to corny jokes and cheesy songs, to decide to officially see each other and meet again and again and again. Coincidence stops when something funny finally happens, perhaps love. And probably commitment.

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Photography

the lone chair on a long shore

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The picture evokes different kinds of emotions, but mostly the melancholy ones. Like waiting for something or someone that would never come.

P.S. Ever since I took this photo it has been etched on my mind. I hope you really feel something out of it.

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Photography

my first solo travel

A gorgeous island, a mermaid in disguise, a backpack, and three days in July 2016. Cebu was the first place I explored solo and I loved every part of it! I have met a handful of kind and generous people, seen different shades of green and blue, visited significant establishments, and found solace in nature. I’ve always fancied traveling alone and I was in awe when it finally happened. I truly enjoyed my own company and learned more about myself. Since then, I made a pact to wander around this world in solitude at least once a year, accompanied only by my shadow and soul.

This post is part of #thestrangehertravels photo essay project.

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Photography

happenstance

Ordinary structures that fascinate me—formed by happenstance and captured to last forever. Unlike your heart in mine.

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Poetry

sharper & stronger

Some images
are sharper
with more grain

Some portraits
look clearer
with a bit of blur

Some exposures
are darker
than your days

Some hearts
are stronger
than they were

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