when the humming from the back rooms start, followed by those strings, the piano joins in without hesitation, a song for you starts to play, with high hopes for duet and a chorus, i pin my ear to door, eyes closed, waiting for the hook, it’s melodious, captivating and beautiful, it’s donny’s song but you…… Continue reading A Song For You

waiting for your permission for a glimpse into your life, felt like wanting to take a deep breath that never came, but hey, life goes on, I looked for you in places you never were, in corners you never passed, your disappearance was inevitable, yet it feels like i was left in the dark, left…… Continue reading P(ROSE)

Art Fever life, a labyrinth without its accompanying walls, a car without a steering wheel a bottle of cyanide without a cap on top, a ferris wheel without a stop button, a disaster waiting to happen, one can find themselves going in circles, the second shelf of memories casually featuring something embarrassing that happened in…… Continue reading Goin’ in Circles

when i am through carrying this burden on my back, even when He says to give it to Him, i hope He will see me through, in the beginning i would leap into His arms and break down the whole story, i would stop to smell the roses, the feeling was sky-high, now I hesitate,…… Continue reading SKY HIGH

Through dawn and dusk, The ravenous tide, settles for undulation, But the light, for salvation, Guiding passersby, Allowing them to use a compass, With each swoop of light, a hugesigh of relief is heaved, Leaving room for doubt, but handling reassurance with patience and grace, For the lighthouse wasn’t always a lighthouse, a beacon of…… Continue reading Lighthouse (ASCENSION ROOM)

The comforting sound of the breeze wish-washing against the leaves, The calm beneath the willow, The beautiful bloom of the spring time flowers, The burnt orange vibrations of the fall, The scorching sunshine that comes with summer time, And the biting cold of the winter breeze, Season after season, The willow is somehow still there,…… Continue reading Beneath The Willow

There’s no rush quite like the sugar rush, The pool of craving almost goes to my head, But my feet are too little and my pockets are to empty, I’m poking my little head in the window, Endless supply of pies, cinnamon rolls with bows, My father beckons me to follow him, but he doesn’t…… Continue reading Opposite The Patisserie,

Short and sweet but not too abrupt, Yet very simple, Candy in every corner, Call her a sweet sojourner, She is not one to be messed with, But her smile lights up a room, If you really like her, Take her downtown, Downtown to a little confectionery, No one judges her there so she is…… Continue reading The Confectionery

Standing at the edge of a cliff, yet scared to jump off, Sitting at the apex of a mountain, but scared to look down, Who am I if not afraid, without the usual anxiety attached, If the zipline is just a little loose and waters are a little murky, Who am I without my fears,…… Continue reading New Heights

You are not going to find me in the midst of the masses,You will not find me sitting among the majority,When all go left, I will be standing my grounds.No, I don’t follow.No, I don’t tag along.No, I don’t do as everyone else.I do not conform,I do not seek validation,I do not play victim,I don’t…… Continue reading NONCONFORMIST