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
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.
Tuesday, 5 August 2014
Saturday, 28 June 2014
A river of teardrops
Where a flimsy canoe floats
Gently lulling me to sleep.
A dreamless state that claws sharply
Covering the sliver of hope.
But nothing moved,
Even in my dreams.
A haunting sleep
Never to awaken.
Peace at last,
Or so I presume.
(((asheil.june 20, 2014.friday)))
Friday, 21 February 2014
A beast hiding behind the mask of a lamb,
Crouching under the flamboyant cloak of disguise,
Hideously concealing under the ordinary,
Bordering on the mediocrity.
A crowned royalty of pretense,
Wreaking havoc on people's trust
Slithering through like a common thief.
Looking in the mirror,
There's a sudden impulse of brief contemplation,
Two reflections looking back,
Sneering, as if to ask,
"Which one is the real you?"
A million fragments lay upon your feet.
A dash of crimson stains the soul.
And there I am,
Lurking in the shadows,
Watching your life in ruins.
(((asheil.june 24, 2011.friday.1922hrs)))
Wednesday, 19 February 2014
Trapped inside the cracks,
Madness slipping through fractured time.
Vivid colors in turbulent strokes,
Trailing half the sky
Draped in tenderness.
photo: @ Francisco Bangoy Internat'l Airport ( Davao Int'l Airport)
Wednesday, 12 February 2014
"Let someone love you just the way you are - as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel and as unaccomplished as you think you are.
To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room."
(The Things We Say as posted on Rantings of a Beautiful Mind)
photo courtesy: desktopnexxus.