Fly and Smile

Fly and Smile

i pretended i could fly
but i was actually falling from the sky
where limits are beyond my imagination
even beyond my comprehension.

years after, i still fall
for all of the truths i was told
were lies camouflaging as reality bites
tell me i was wrong for believing
it after all.

i pretended i could smile
but i was actually frowning in disguise
for years and years i’ve dealt
with life’s theatrics
and dramatic stint.

years after, i still smile
for all the events i should have cried
maybe then it’s time to let go
of flying and smiling
‘cos all i wanna do is fall harder
and cry louder.



Death – A Dizain

Death – A Dizain

tasted death like a sweet buttery milk
fought for dear life like a honey dew drip
caressed smoothly like a thin fabric silk
touched carefully in a slow motion dip
oh, Mr. death why have been knocking
my front door all in smiles without notice
i beg you to run without much longing
‘cos i’m not ready, no kidding, no dice.

For David’s Weekly Prompt (beating the deadline)

Val’s prompt guidelines

• Write Dizain poemfrom the perspective of somebody who has synesthesia.


• Two accepted forms:

• Eight lines: Rhyming a/b/a/b/c/d/c/d, or:

• Ten Lines: Rhyming a/b/a/b/b/c/c/d/c/d

• Syllabic: 8 or 10 syllables in each line (each line being of the same length).


Synesthesia is when the stimulation of one sense leads to involuntary experiences in a second sense. This is often manifested as letters or words having color, colors having flavors, smells having a sound or sounds having a taste, etc.



i don’t even know what brought you back. you were somebody i thought would never return. never in a million years. never in my lifetime.

over the years, amidst all the midnight sorrow and morning grief, i sure knew that i had prepared for this day. this very day. that for some reason you’d come back, i am ready to walk away and never give you a chance simply. the chance to say a word. the chance to make a fool of myself again.

if ever you’d come back, it would be a hi and hello and goodbye. ah, no, you don’t deserve my hi, not even my hello or worse, my goodbye.
yes, i am wholly prepared for this.

and why not? you hurt me. you broke me. more than you probably ever know. you broke me into pieces. and i was left bleeding alone. i was groping in the dark. i was lost for years and years.

i didn’t realize i’d be able to pick up the pieces again and move on, move forward. yes, i am more than okay. i am more than prepared. i know it would be just another piece of cake, dealing with your return and sending you back to where you belong. oh, no, kicking you back exactly to how you left me.

yes that was the plan. that is still the plan.

until today.


i’ve lost it. lost the plan. lost the script. lost the spiel. lost everything.

why oh why does your “hello” feel so damn good? just why?
why oh why does your “how are you” feel like a melody to my aching heart?

so here i am again, falling completely, hopelessly madly in love with you just as much i loved you when we were young and crazy and restless.

‘cos truth is, i was never okay when you left. or when i went. or when we parted. whatever happened that day, we gave each other our final look of goodbye, i was never okay until today.

there is light again. there is color again. there is music again. there is joy again. there is rhythm again. there is hope again.

and there is me, in love again.

for Eugi’s Weekly Challenge:

Graveyard of Silence

Graveyard of Silence

in silence, i wept
for dreams, i postponed
for narratives, i kept
for emotions, i bottled up
for forgetting my true self
for pretending i am okay
for believing in good amidst the presence of evil
for all the nights, i pretended i was sleeping tightly
for all the days i fooled everyone with my smile
for all the memories i held on
for letting you go
for making you walk away
for being young
for being rebellious
for being stupid
for being dumb
for all these years
i wept in this graveyard of silence
where bodies were laid to rest
along with all that, they have wept
in silence and in agony
in their lifetime on earth

they wept.

i wept.

in silence.

for David’s Weekly Prompt

This week’s prompt guideline

• Write an ekphrastic poem inspired by the photograph below, which Steven has shared with us. Ekphrasis is a rhetorical device in which one medium of art tries to relate to another medium by defining and describing its essence and form.

• Steven took this photograph in September ’21, and he has given us permission to use it.

Freedom, I See

Freedom, I See

i seek for you in everything
in the sweetest morning sweet dew
in the dancing blazing sunshine.

i long to have you for real
as we deal in everyday hustle
i seek for you in everything.

i feel you with so much awe
in welcoming the new day
in the sweetest morning sweet dew.

i see you with love and gratitude
in our hearts burning with fire
in the dancing blazing sunshine.

For David’s Weekly Prompt

👉A Cascade poem on Freedom using personification

Cascade, a form created by Udit Bhatia, is all about receptiveness, but in a smooth cascading way like a waterfall. The poem does not have any rhyme scheme; therefore, the layout is simple. Say the first verse has three lines. Line one of verse one becomes the last line of verse two. To follow in suit, the second line of verse one becomes the last line of verse three. The third line of verse one now becomes the last line of verse four, the last stanza of the poem. See the structure example below:

a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C

To make the Cascade an even longer poem, use more lines in verse one. For example, if verse one has 6 lines, the poem must have seven stanzas so that each line of verse one is reused as a refrain in each following stanza (a cascading effect).

👉My poem “Wednesdays of Longing” is up now in Spillwords.

👉show some love and click the heart ❤button for me, i would be glad to know your thoughts about it too….see you there ..

 thank you to Dagmara K and the whole Spillwords Team for their continued support to my poetry for years now.

I am your days of longing
on a rainy morning
on a long sunset drive
on a fun-filled pit stop
on a sweet homecoming
I am your days of longing
and I crave for you

on a Wednesday

Read full poem in Spillwords

👉Below is the link:

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Two Poems: One Star & One World

One Star

i beg you, my love, to
look at the sky tonight
sure we see the same light
that one lonely star from afar.

how astounding it is
as it shines brightly despite
the struggle to fight
the blinding lights around.

that, my dear, is how i love you
from where i am for no amount
of oceans and seas apart could make
me love you less than you deserve.

how did this happen i continue to ask
i struggle to understand the ocean
of doubts in our hearts, but i sure
miss you like hell, truly yours, my dear.

One World

it’s perfectly alright
to see the world
as an astounding
place to live despite
the chaos and the discord
the war and the conflict
the global warming and hunger
for when all these are over
we have but one world to live
the earth where God made for us
to tend and to manage.



i’m missing you
like the Moon misses the Sun
when it’s out there somewhere
shedding light to the darkest of night.

why do you keep coming back
as the waves keep crashing back on the shore
after its adventurous stint in the farthest sea.

how much longer will you linger over
like a silent thief at night running away
after it has stolen precious gems and pieces of jewelry.

oh, Manila, what’s with you anyway
that someone like me is crazily
enchanted by you?

it’s the memory of you
and of a once beautiful story
unbounded, unscathed
by love’s wrongful ways.

*Manila- the capital city of the Philippines

For Euge’s weekly prompt:

And for David’s prompt:



you’re the one
who crippled me
‘cos my choices
my ideas
my dreams
my hopes
were never
ever good
enough for you
not even
the simplest
color of my nails
to the most
house decor
so, yeah
it’s all on you
you’re always
the one
the only

but i tell you
gone are those
days when men
rule the world
when husbands
have more power
than wives
when men are
the only voice
when their minds
bear the
sovereign truth
when men
are given
ample rights
and opportunities
than women.


For David’s Weekly Prompt:

Opalescent Love

Opalescent Love

so for the now
my love
let’s take away
all the poetry
all the storylines
all the novels
all the films
that we plan
to write and
to make
and indulge
with the poetry
of a daily
cup of coffee
made by you
with love
with glee.

let’s enjoy the
storylines we
make daily
in every bit
of your nostalgic kisses
every trace of your
warm embraces
every glimpse of your
stolen gazes.

let’s make fun
of all the novels
with our useless
out – of this – world
arguments and
stupid allegations
with every humbling
“i’m sorry”
“i love you”
“i miss you.”

let’s  witness
the beauty
of a film produced
as people see us
walk around town
holding each
other’s hands
with not once
not twice
stolen public kisses
and affectionate
warm hugs
and crazy

for now
let’s take advantage
of our unmanufactured
opalescent affection
reflecting love
after love
light after
every single
making us closer
even afar
with loyalty
with faithfulness.

For Eugi’s Weekly Prompt



your eyes
are like the sun burning fiercely
ablaze with excitement
whenever you see me smile
whenever you are beside me
and just like what they all say
your love is burning
and i am so burnt up
over you.

so let go of everything
abandon yourself to my love
love me
enjoy me
follow me
lean on me.

we will watch as
the skies set on fire.