Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul




Ours was an allegory of indecision—
Moving one step forward,
Taking two steps back
And love was the tide tickling the sands
Only to retreat
Back to the ocean.

Written for NaPoWriMo and A to Z challenge. Happy National Poetry Month, everyone!




Tagu-taguan maliwanag ang buwan
Giggles, titters, and silly laughs
Wala sa likod, wala sa harap

Little kids restless and eager to play
‘Pag ka bilang kong tatlo nakatago na kayo
Run swiftly as the wind; find a place to hide
Climb the mango tree
Crawl behind the shrubs
Hearts beat faster
Breaths held like forever
Close your eyes
And wish the seeker won’t find


Day 18: Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates “the sound of home.” Think back to your childhood, and the figures of speech and particular ways of talking that the people around you used, and which you may not hear anymore. Coax your ear and your voice backwards, and write a poem that speaks the language of home, and not the language of adulthood, office, or work. Happy writing!

Taguan is the Filipino version of the game, Hide-and-Seek. One player is randomly chosen as the it while the other players then hide. The it goes to search for them. The game ends when all of the players are found. The player who is first found will be the new it (the searcher) in the next round.

Tubī Daor



What do we say to death?
Tubī daor. 

What do we say to doubt?
Tubī daor. 

What do we say to hate?
Tubī daor. 

The night is dark and full of terrors
In High Valyrian, it is ‘Bantis zōbrie issa se ossȳngnoti lēdys’
Dark—for when you’re clouded with hatred and rage,
The shimmering stars start to fade
Full of terrors—for when you play this game of life,
You either succeed or fail
Daoruni gīmī—ērinis iā morghūlis
(You know nothing— you win or you die)

But what do we say to death?
Not today

What do we say to doubt?
Not today

What do we say to hate?
Not today


Day 17: Today, I challenge you to find, either on your shelves or online, a specialized dictionary. This could be, for example, a dictionary of nautical terms, or woodworking terms, or geology terms. Anything, really, so long as it’s not a standard dictionary! Now write a poem that incorporates at least ten words from your specialized source. Happy writing!

Still working on my day 17 on NaPoWriMo’s day 20. >_<
Arghh! Busy days!! Writer’s block and procrastination aren’t helping either. *TEARS*
So here’s a little something inspired by GoT’s High Valyrian language and a suicide I’ve read in the paper this morning.

My Love: A letter to D

Digital Art by Melinda (WhiteRaven90)

Dearest D,

I yearn for you like the irises yearn for summer heat and warmth. I want to kiss your hands and hold them as we climb atop the Pyramids of Giza or sit beneath the mango tree watching kites fly in the deep blue skies. D, I am like a beggar waiting in an alley with an empty can, pleading for your love. Every memory of you haunts me like a ghost. Like how the world stopped as you walked the hallway in little black dress—and how I wished to be the silk that night. How your sweet giggles played a melody to my ears as you watched the comical clown on the street. How the light in your eyes shined brightly as you talked about Louvre and travelling back in time, of Area 51 and aliens, of John Keats and Little Red Riding Hood.

God, how I wished for those moments to be frozen in time.

I would brave the earthquakes and fight the wolves just to see you walk the aisle of Basilica Minore del Santo Nino with me— hand in hand. I want a brighter word than bright and a fairer word than fair that would suffice to describe how I see you in my eyes. And if one day you are drowning in doubt, bear in mind that my love for you is like a phoenix. My love for you is eternal; my love for you never dies.

Forever yours, M.

Poetry Form: Prose


Day 16: Today, I challenge you to fill out, in no more than five minutes, the following “Almanac Questionnaire,” which solicits concrete details about a specific place (real or imagined). Then write a poem incorporating or based on one or more of your answers. Happy writing!

I enjoyed this prompt so much that I ended up using all my answers in the poem. ❤

Weather: Summer heat
Flora: Iris
Architecture: Louvre
Customs: Kiss in the hand
Mammals/reptiles/fish: wolves
Childhood dream: To climb atop the Pyramids of Giza
Found on the Street: beggar
Export: silk
Graffiti: clown
Lover: D
Conspiracy: aliens in Area 51
Dress: Little black
Hometown memory: flying kites
Notable person: John Keats
Outside your window, you find: Mango tree
Today’s news headline: Earthquake
Scrap from a letter: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair.
Animal from a myth: Phoenix
Story read to children at night: Little Red Riding Hood
You walk three minutes down an alley and you find: Empty can
You walk to the border and hear: Giggles
What you fear: Ghost
Picture on your city’s postcard: Basilica Minore del Santo Nino



She is beauty personified, goddess of unending love;
Her lips speaks of desire and of undying love.

She winks to the sunny sky and breathes the morning air,
Walks amidst the splendor of a purifying love.

But mortals have shaped, altered, and clouded,
Of what she once deemed as gratifying love.

They cradled what’s tantamount to treachery and deceit,
Dimmed the lights to the road of a terrifying love.

Some old souls, however, continued to believe,
In the true charm of Aphrodite- a mystifying love.

Poetry Form: Ghazal


Another out of town that called for an absence in the blogosphere. This is me catching up to NaPoWriMo. Here’s for Day 15. XD

Day 15: Because today marks the halfway point in our 30-day sprint, today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates the idea of doubles.



Photography by Hideaway Girl

Dripping sweats, muscle strains, and beating hearts
The world stops for this game of dominance
Slam dunks, alley-oops, and fadeaways
Fluctuating figures on game charts
Hearts thumping; an otherworldly performance
Spinning world carved with names and legends
History forged in a hundred plays
Hearts and games; dribbling world never ends.


Day 14: Today’s prompt comes to us from TJ Kearney, who invites us to try a seven-line poem called a san san, which means “three three” in Chinese (It’s also a term of art in the game Go). The san san has some things in common with the tritina, including repetition and rhyme. In particular, the san san repeats, three times, each of three terms or images. The seven lines rhyme in the pattern a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d.

Inspired by two major events on NBA history:

1) Steph Curry along with the Golden State Warriors, broke the all-time NBA record by winning their 73rd victory of the season, eclipsing the previous win record of 72 games held by the 1995-96 Michael Jordan and the Chicago Bulls.

2) Kobe Bryant finishes his farewell game  with a grandeur, scoring 60 points on 50 shots, in a win over Utah Jazz.

Fortune Favors the Brave

© Huffington Post

Fortune favors the brave
Stop wishing; start doing
Do not fear what you do not know
Unleash your life force
Let your fantasies unwind
Good things take time
The best is yet to come
Become who you are
Pick a path with heart—
Never quit;
See the light at the end of the tunnel
Affirm it, visualize it, believe it, and it will actualize itself.

Poetry Form: Found Poem


Day 13: The number 13 is often considered unlucky, so today I’d like to challenge you to beat the bad luck away with a poem inspired by fortune cookies. 

Picked these fortune cookie messages for all of you. Have a lucky day, everyone! 🙂 🙂 🙂

Portrait of a Killer: An Index Poem

Jack the Ripper

You left me a crime scene
Down in the basements, dark, 
Etching ground, bloodlike, 
Severed arm, severed leg, 
Blood; instant death.

They call it paranoiadelusional thinking
When I saw men as mere murderers
Bloodhounds, arsonists, actors
Disguised in painted letters and poetry
Secret rooms and music halls.

Look into the eyes of dead people
Trace the fingerprints
Smell the nauseating blood
Tell me, are these mistakes made by
A mere impotent fury?


Day 12:  Today, I challenge you to write your own index poem. You could start with found language from an actual index, or you could invent an index, somewhat in the style of this poem by Thomas Brendler. Happy writing!

P.S. I took the highlighted words from the index of Patricia Cornwell’s Jack the Ripper book. I’ve had this book since March 2016 but I haven’t got the chance to read it yet (Arghh! Work.). Did this poem make enough sense? Ha! It sounds sinister to me. 😀

Read more 2016 NaPoWriMo entries here!

The Trek


Long winding road awaits an uphill stride
Patch of clouds over cerulean skies
Sunrays piercing through the haze
Nature’s raw beauty wrapped in silence
With nothing but birds singing of mirth
The gentle rush of trees to the wind’s caress
Climb the jagged, rocky mountains petrified in gray
It’s the south’s Middle Earth, so they say
Eyes squinting to the beauty beforehand
O-Peak boasts such scenic mountain range
Two eager feet race to reach the summit
I receive more than what I seek


Day 11: Today, I challenge you to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does. An abstract, philosophical kind of statement closing out a poem that is otherwise intensely focused on physical, sensory details. Happy writing!

P.S. This poem is inspired by my weekend getaway with friends. The photo above was just the beginning of our long-winding journey to the Queen City of the South’s pride, Osmeña Peak. YAY! *flags up*

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