my moon

Strange

And it just dawned on me that we’re halfway through the year.

I wonder if I’m anywhere near my dreams, if I can reach my goals, and if my feelings are valid and real.

Some days are full of doubts, some are blooming with colors, and the others sound just the same—the monotonous life that we lead to survive. 

This night looks similar to the nights before, when a simple fact or idea that entered my mind will make me look at my life, the past, particularly. And then comes a rational female voice which reminds me that what I have right now is more important than dwelling with what’s gone, with the past. It will also whisper something sweet, that there’s something to look forward to in the future.

And right when I’m about to sleep, the stars will put me in awe, especially the one that’s closest to the moon. It kind of tells me to hold on to my life dearer, or even as much as it holds on to the sky, just to see the moon. 

And maybe that’s why I wake up each day, to get closer to my moon.

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Overlooking

Photography

A panoramic view from a windmill farm at Pililla, Rizal. Going here was actually kind of a birthday present to me (coz it was a demand slash wish that my friend’s mom granted). I still remember how I didn’t continue taking the panorama because my friend was standing just a few feet away the sign and I thought it wouldn’t look as good if he was in the picture. Seriously though, I couldn’t contain my happiness when I was here.

I always love looking at nature—mountains, oceans, trees, skies, and especially the moon, and I also like being somewhere I’ve never been, that’s why being there at the farm brought me so much joy. It was the best birthday present that I got so far!

Photo 101’s Landscape and Cropping.

Unwanted

Poetry

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Look at me like tigers do to deer—
magnetized, cunning, and greedy.
Notice me as detectives gather clues—
observant, regardful, and determined.
Possess me like how you possess her—
quaint, anxious, and grasping.

Receive my heart and hold me blind,
savor this maiden with loathe in mind.
Treat me as a gift you did not ask,
until all the present turn to past.

If We’re Together

Poetry

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If we were having
coffee right now,
you’d ask me what
this poem is about.

I’d make up a story on
how I saw the shoes
of my dreams taken
away by some lady
who has more cash
in her hands.

You’d tell me that
there are a lot of
shoes in the world
and I would find
something that is
more special.

I’d smile at you
and you’d ask me why.
I’ll then say that
this poem is for us.

You left me for some
girl who had more
curves in her bod.

I looked for a man
who is far more than
special than you are.

If we were having
coffee right now,
I won’t be captivated
by his radiant eyes.

Writing 101’s Task: Over a Cup of Coffee. [Photo]

Future

Poetry

As much as I would like to share
My dreams of the future with you
This young woman is still unaware
On how the future of my dreams will do
Instead let us just go back to the past
Where I learned something for the present
A simple remark that was said too fast
Made my mind think up until this moment

It is about the things we possess
People or stuff, material or not
And the inkling that we have less
Anyway here it is before I forgot
You own what others like and you like what others own.
What if you just own what you like and like what you own?

A Perfectly Good Heart | Swift Saturdays

Swift Saturdays

It’s not unbroken anymore.
How do I get it back the way it was before?

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There’s no turning back. Once we choose something, the decision is over. And we must face them brave enough. But still keep in mind that sometimes it’s okay not to be okay.

There’s no going back. Everything that has happened are buried in the past. Memories are left hanging, regrets are just sitting on the corners, and realizations are constantly appearing.

But we must fix what we could. We must change what could be different. We must grow what could be developed. And we must learn how to live in the now, how to live today.

Swift Aftertaste

Bitter: The taste of the days gone by.

Sweet: The taste of the moment.

Swift Discussion

What would you wanna fix, change, and grow?