what the world can’t give

On days when I’m mad,
I see sad eyes.
People—
tired of their lives.
A refuge,
that’s what they seek.
But nothing that the world can give.

On nights when I’m pleased,
I hear joyous laughter.
Friends—
turn into lovers.
More time,
that’s what they need.
But nothing that the world can give.

Discover Challenge’s Radical Authenticity. 

P.S. Authenticity in the eyes of a woman who was mad for a day since she woke up; it didn’t help that the world went against her during that time. I wrote the first four lines when I was commuting to work and the rest when I was going back home, different days, different emotion. 

a perfect cone

The picture you’re looking at is the ever famous perfect cone-shaped Mayon Volcano. Even when I was far from it, the pride it exuded was felt, and with it came a great feeling of joy and satisfaction, plus the thought of how beautiful the world really is.

I have seen hundreds of pictures of Mayon Volcano, combine them all and they wouldn’t even reach the peak of happiness I had felt when I witnessed its beauty—one would never be ashamed to get their eyes teary, just like me.

Photo Challenge: Landscape

Rainbows and People

I saw a rainbow earlier this day, when the street was just damp after the light rain.

You are like the rainbow. I didn’t notice when it first came out because of the vastness of the sky and the earthly things I was surrounded by, but when I did, I was mesmerized.

I watched it intently, spellbound by the striking character it unapologetically gives off. Honestly, I thought the rainbow was cocky. Which is bad, even though it has the bragging rights to be.

But little did I know that it was just pretentious. In a sad way that makes me want to hug it tight, hold onto it, and never let it go. The bright colors it shows us are limited and the reason why it places itself up so high is to avoid seeing (and feeling) the happiness in the world.

For rainbows cannot stay here forever.

And just as gradually as the rainbow fades from the sky, you casually walked away from my life.

Daily Post’s This Is Your Life. [Photo]

P.S. This would be one of the many entries in the book of my life, but I would never want to read all that has and all that will ever happen in mine.

Seven Wonders

I have a thing with thoughts and word count. They’re challenging—forces you to rack your brain to create an idea that may be short with words but deep in meaning. Aside from the distinct ways on how we interpret things, it also gives the readers freedom to think beyond what’s given, to personalize what’s written in such a way that it touches the very core of their feelings, their emotions.

Today, I have listed down seven thoughts with just seven words each. Hence, the Seven Wonders: Khalil Gibran once said that people will never understand one another unless language is reduced to seven words. What would your seven words be?

Now don’t expect too much. They are not on the inspiring side as what I’ve perceived it’s supposed to be from the prompt and this post is even categorized as Bitter, so.

• The silence is never comforting. It’s scary.

• You immortalized my sorrow without permission.

• Love wrapped in indifference. The most problematic.

• Ask only if you will listen wholeheartedly.

• The lies I rehearse are the sweetest.

• She didn’t look back. He understood why.

• Love still makes the world go round.