Quarter Life Came Early

Some say you don't have to explain yourself to anyone... I beg to disagree because to get a piece of you, you have to give something of you...


Ive been secretly writing for quite sometime now... As I have been for a decade or so.

I remember putting them on my small pocket notebook writing poems about envy, about nature with methods of personification; toying with words just for the sake. I even dared to write a novel even without full knowledge about the technicalities of how to set the plot, how to establish the climax, and how to end it. I got frustrated when it got lost during my highschool days. I never found it... I lost my early memorabilia.

There was a lapse. A sudden break from passion. A silent protest.

College days, I started writing again even without effort; trigerred by intense emotions I can't even control. With my lowest comes a work so deep I never questioned. Saving them as a text message, writing it on a piece of paper; they became so volatile, they come and go.

Year 2005 was a revelation from an aftermath. Year 2005, month of April, after my birthday, was a time in one's life when a man has to hold tight to what's left. Year 2005 was when writing became an outlet to withstand a lingering pain and I challenged myself to document it this time.

A couple of years since, a collection of bits and pieces of me was formed. Mostly dark because of its root. Some would shed hope because there is no way but to strive for it.

I will continue to write whatever reasons I will have for doing so... I should never waste a gift.
When I'll be gone, myself will stay with these words.

Life is a cycle. Circumstances are but similar to all; only that we express them in a way it best represents ourselves. As for me, I choose words because they are powerful, and that power can translate into music which is my heart and soul.

Till the next Chapter...

My Invisible War

The war has begun...
of survival and belonging,
of protecting and disengagement.
You broke the trust,
you earn the consequence.
I will not let this pass,
you'll never find it easy.

The war has begun...
you'll have the good times,
I'll have the bad.
Despite weaknesses,
I'll win the hearts.
You'll be a wanderer for all that is shallow,
simply because that's what you've got.
And I will find myself in comfort
of those who lasts.