why we ache

had we not been introduced
to something better
would we have wanted more?

had we not seen colors
beyond black and white boxes
would we have asked
for rainbows?

an ache — I wonder
if it’s man-made

maybe we would not demand to have
brighter and more fragrant flowers
in our lawn
if we don’t keep peeking at others’ garden
adorned with golden roses
we can’t afford


For #WhisperingNeds 132, ‘lawn’. Click here to listen.

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her pillow is fluffy dreams

She’s always been the odd one out. Eyes darker than night, at times reflecting a core a thousand years older than her smile. She’s out of it, they say, but who are they to define what is in and what is out?

Within her world boundaries are made of candy floss. She nibbles on them each time she needs to make more room, because her mind is just not big enough for all her thoughts.

Her pillow is a stack of fluffy dreams, and she looks forward to laying her head down to sleep at night, for she gets to chat with all of them in the quiet of her heart.

The morning will find her going off on a tangent again, but she really does not care—she’s painted her own picture of what tomorrow would look like, and nothing will change that.


For #WhisperingNeds 128, ‘nefelibata’ (n.): -A cloud walker; one who lives in the cloud of their own imagination or dreams, or one who does not abide by the precepts of society, literature, or art; -An unconventional, unorthodox person.

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accentually scintillating

The first thing I noticed
was his accent
comfortable and soothing
like the sound of water trickling
kissing rocks and gently flowing
on its way to the sea.

His was a voice I couldn’t quite describe
except that it made me feel like—
some weight had been lifted
off my shoulder.

If voice had a scent
his would be more fragrant
than the sweetest rose
and I would swallow him whole
even if the thorns would rip me apart


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For #WhisperingNeds 127, ‘petal and/or pearl’.

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yours truly

Ralph took a seat on a wooden stool, pen and paper in hand. He had wanted to do this since last week, but being stationed so close behind enemy lines meant having to be constantly on his toes. They had many casualties last night; the worst since he was deployed here. Throughout the fight that lasted days, an image kept popping in his head, more often than ever.

“Dear Rachel,” he started scribbling. “I’m sorry I haven’t written in a while. It’s been chaotic here for the past week. We lost Jim and Max; it was awful. One night we had to keep the camp pitch dark so that they can’t see us from afar, but thankfully the stars were out. There was one that was really bright; it reminded me of your eyes.”

He stopped to wipe his forehead with a sleeve of his uniform, before continuing: “I’ve thought about this since I got here. I did not say anything when we spoke on the phone the last time, because I thought I wanted to wait until I go home to you safely. But I’ve never been scared in my life as I was in the past week, and I was reminded that our life is short…”

The natural trumpet sounded, signalling the end of the break. Sighing, Ralph stared at the last line he wrote, debating if he should stay behind for a few more minutes to finish his sentence. It was then that the siren went off. Before he could make out what was going on, he saw half a dozen airplanes approaching, and the last thing that crossed his mind before he saw black was how he wished he had completed his letter to ask Rachel to marry him.


For April A to Z Challenge 2018. My theme: Music.

Y is for Yard – of trumpets, one of the three long straight component tubes of a natural trumpet. The modern term is Branch. The natural trumpet was used as a military instrument to facilitate communication (e.g. break camp, retreat, etc.).

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questions for yours truly

Let me ask you this. When was the last time you sat so still you felt the air move on your skin? When did you last stop to breathe—I mean, really breathe, inhaling, exhaling, feeling your lungs contract and expand?

When was the last time you kept silent, and did you listen carefully—to the trees, to the birds, to the river—and what did they say?

When was the last time you listened to yourself, and what did you say? Better yet, what did you not say?


For April A to Z Challenge 2018. My theme: Music.

Q is for Quieto — A directive to perform a certain passage of a composition in a quiet, serene, calm manner.

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after words

I always wonder where words come from
what kind of stories they carry
where they’re going

standing alone, one bears multiple meanings
woven together they whip up whimsies
mellifluous magic, meandering, down the creek
toward an ocean of something—
a question
an expression of anger, of hope,
of love

I always wonder if they are created
with the end in mind

for I’ve seen so many lost on their way
to their destination


I wonder,
so I set off on a journey
to follow them.


For #WhisperingNeds 126, ‘murmur/sonorous/secret of words’.

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professional jugglers

Those who desire to capture so many things
they forget to bathe in just one at a time
meaningful moments missed and passed
right before their eyes

Those who don’t listen
too busy trying to look busy
because, you see, perception is key
and fortune favors the bold, but the gold
the gold comes to those
who look like they can juggle
dozens of balls in the air
(or so they say)

Just remember—watch where you’re going
for if you stumble and fall,
and people are busy juggling their balls

who’s going to help you then?


For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo, Day 10 – a poem of simultaneity, and for #WhisperingNeds 125 part 2, ‘multitasking’.

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me and me alone

I used to count my blessings so I could jot them down on paper, then compare and contrast with others (they said it was the thing to do). I fell short on pieces and places where I was supposed to make people fall for how fast I could run, how far I could go, and how much I had.

So I slowed down, found and followed a narrow path off the main road, leading to a peaceful forest where my heart sings the happiest. Because my only reason to live and love should be me and me alone.


For #WhisperingNeds 124, ‘my only’.

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