i find no words for the gratitude,

to define my sincere appreciation

to the humble and honest readers of my blog


really, thank you!


I remember the early times, my first poem

written for a friend who has grown all her life with her mother having lost her father while still young. I desired to capture the love and pain between, the cautious advice of her mother truly intended for her daughter to live a better life.

I honestly do not know how well I did, but like I said, it was my first.

I have been writing for about a year now, changing styles and stuff, faced writer’s blocks too, erased way too many works before publishing but kept on.


When I read some of my work I wonder, did I really write this?

How to explain I do not know, but I become gratified, and remember this has been a journey of many adventures and wish to continue with you all.  Thank you!






the bird and the sky

i don’t know the way of the sky

i am a bird of the wind

feel the brush on my skin,

my quill feather may fail


a canvas of white spreads,

above the clouds,

a worthiness to live,

a worthiness to die


a penny tossed from the sky

from birth to death,

the faces of gods

and the hope to live the heavens





I really want to write something for you today but I cant. I dont have the words but my heart burns with love, with this cheerful smile, hoping to speak the language of silence


her heart belongs

it is beautiful in the skies

above the clouds where a bed of white spreads

sometimes she wonders,

if her wings would stretch forever

and even then,

the stars were just too far

a little close,

but their twinkles were still faint

and so she returned

back into her little cage

the falling bricks and the rusty roof

turning to dust,

the memories of a young blood,

an ancient spirit,

returning to the skies,

where her heart belongs




fading breath

i’ve painted the mirrors black

to forget the lines on my face

around the radiant eyes of my childhood


it only became easier,

weaving unconsciously

these strings of lies


the thin layers between

walking on frozen water

a piercing cold under my feet


the words to my lover

like smoke in the air,

a hymn to a fading breath




A tearful heart

a boat at the sea

eyes yearn for a gentle tide

rub against my rough edges

my feet under the water

this ship never wrecks

a tearful heart never dies,

it heals,

again and again





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