Tuesday, 27 January 2015

"The truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us,"

(Khaled Hosseini, And the mountains echoed)

Thursday, 22 January 2015

"Be your own kind of Beautiful."

photo: Sitio San Pablo, Brgy. Fatima, Malabog, Paquibato District, Davao City

Tuesday, 20 January 2015

In the stillness and quiet of the night,
I slide from reality.
Tiptoeing down serpentine halls,
Only the sound of clicking heels breaking the monotony.

As though suspended in space,
Lost in the vast, cavernous emptiness.

Somewhere, a clock ticks by
Engulfing the last morsel of good memories,
Seeing shadows through the haze,
An amputated leg crushing one's heart.

Reality has always been a fantasy.

(((asheil.jan. 6,2015.tuesday.1006hrs.)))

photo: SM Lanang Premier

Thursday, 15 January 2015

Step right in, love
Like the breeze, constant and comforting,
A healing balm for a troubled heart
That has walked too long down rocky shores.

And in one deep breath,
Peace at last comes to reside.

(((asheil.august 24, 2014.sunday.0738hrs.)))

Tuesday, 4 November 2014

Catching sleep in a secret passage,
Shrouded in a spiral staircase.

A rare dream within a dream
Where a cannonball bounces in the shadows
Right where the flowers bloom.

Like a phantom smile
In a meaningless tragedy
Where pleasure takes a walk,
Afraid to take a leap of faith.

(((asheil.february 22, 2014.thursday.1020hrs.)))

Tuesday, 9 September 2014

Message in a Bottle ( Melodies of the Heart Diaries-1)

So here I am facing the same old cycle of holding on and letting go; pulled apart between two directions. Making plans but never have the strength to put them into action.  I look at the world through misty windows, nothing is as it seems.  

They say messages in a bottle are a thing of the past.. But here I am, with all the pent up emotions, all these words that I couldn't tell you; wishing that someday, this will find you and you'll know it's about you and me.  You'll look back at this point where it could have been us.  How would you feel?

I don't know if I'll get through this. Maybe I will, maybe I won't.  Spending each day looking out on the horizon wishing that the same bottle will wash up on my shore, this time, with a message from you or will destiny pass me by again? 

Today I feel the resolve to get on without you.  But how will tomorrow find me?

Seeking shelter in an imaginary lighthouse tower, directing the light so you'd find your way to me. But a storm came, ferocious winds howled like a melancholic lovesong.  The lighthouse that once stood so proudly, flashing beacons for ships at sea, now lay in ruins.  

And I trembled, gripped by wrecking sobs because it finally dawned on me that something so good can never be.

And this message in a bottle will simply be a memory; a worthless treasure lost at sea.

(((asheil.sept. 7,2014.sunday.2105hrs.)))


 image below: copyright belongs to Lang Leav

Tuesday, 5 August 2014

What is there to say
Something as poignant as a work of art,
But something so simple as Hello,
Wrapped in a bouquet of silk
That rustles in the wind,
But never heard,
Only Felt - momentarily.


(((ashiel.august 3, 2014.sunday.1903hrs.)))