To Be Loved By A Poet #secret#writephoto

You are the love of my life and the poetry i write–michelle   to be loved by a poet, they say, is both a blessing and a curse love him and you unlock the intensity and passion in his heart you become his loving muse betray him and you unlock his deepest secret,     Continue reading “To Be Loved By A Poet #secret#writephoto”

Ode to the Philippines (A Re-write) #Philippines#independenceday#arawngkalayaan

Ode to the Philippines (A Re-write) #Philippines#independenceday#arawngkalayaan Oh, my dearest Philippines, your rich and diverse heritage and culture has made you the young yet dynamic country that you are today Manila is your heart, where the iconic Luneta park is located it’s a hyperactive city, vibrant and vivacious with its high temperature and high humidity,Continue reading “Ode to the Philippines (A Re-write) #Philippines#independenceday#arawngkalayaan”

Privilege Underdog

  you are a privilege underdog and yet, you have the audacity, to hurt me break me tear me apart I wept I cried in silence I agonize in fear you are a privilege underdog your insolence destroyed me robbed me of the beauty and elegance I have you took away the best of meContinue reading “Privilege Underdog”

My Brand New Gray BMW

If I could dream a dream it would be a magical realm a place over the 9th cloud, connected to earth  by a rainbow bridge it’s pure magic; I feel it in my soul as much as my eyes can see a valley of green luscious infinite horizon where the adorable stegosaurus is my sleek Continue reading “My Brand New Gray BMW”

She #veiled#writephoto

  For: (For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green horizon, beyond which the mist veils a hill topped with strange rock formations)   she veiled her face as she walks herself to the misty mountain with the hope of finding solace and solitude for life wasn’t the same the day she wasContinue reading “She #veiled#writephoto”

Tell Me

tell me, tell me of something, something I don’t know or you may be failed  to make me understand. how can there be no words to describe the hurt, the pain, weighted upon  my shoulders? yet, I say with great pride and gratitude I am better, stronger, and wiser amidst  the hurt and amidst  the pain  Continue reading “Tell Me”