For you, oh deities above! My soul, I offer you I beseech you Grant me a wish Give me back what was once mine And make everything fine! Reverse the curse, The malady you bestowed To the man I love so dearly.

Writing a novel is hard. And I sometimes wish I didn't start writing my supposedly first ever novel if I don't have the guts to finish it up to it's last chapter and epilogue. But I don't give up on it,

Note: 4th poem written in Filipino language. Already posted on my page Leero de Pepperono Nagkita tayo Sa lugar na kung saan Hindi ko inaasahan Na makikita ko ang mukha mo Tinawag mo ako sa pangalan ko

This time for sure With your charisma, I won't be lured Your hugs will not be the cure To the heart's damages, this time I am sure.

Christmas is fast approaching. Other parts of the world are blanketed by thick white snow while here in Philippines, we are constantly bombarded by storms and frequent rains. But today's season and weather

Dreams can be very deceiving.

A savior has been sent But not the typical one everyone has expected Clothed in a old tattered black robe Instead of clean white and signifies purity white dress He didn't carry a sword that has been blessed

My body is like building blocks of books, anime, pasts, pieces of advice, support, care, and love that honed me to be the person I am today. It was not beautifully stacked but it was indeed firm and strong

Not in my usual self today. And I hope this post counts. Keep safe everyone!

I'll move forward... Even if it takes me long enough to success I'll keep moving forward.

We all have je ne sais quoi that makes us very appealing to others. You don't need to be like them. You just need to be like yourself. 😺

Even kindness as tiniest as speck of dust Could make a significant change in us And could save a life.

Believe in yourself And what you're capable of Treat you yourself right Love yourself above all

Forced a smile To hide the pain Says, "I'm fine." So you won't have to explain.

If I try my best Will you support me? Or you'll be like the society?

Loving you Is like something I am addicted too. Once gone I can't help but to wonder. You complete me At the same time You ruin me.

Loving you Is the greatest feeling ever. A total bliss that can't ever be compared to other.

Yes, you've read it right, the artist in you. You don't need to be a writer to be called an artist. You don't need to be a singer to be called an artist. You don't need to be a painter to be called an

Note: 3rd poem written in Filipino language. This was already posted in my page on facebook, Leero de Pepperoni Gaya ng sigarilyo, nakadepende ako sa iyo, Nakadepende ang buong sistema ko sa iyo. Lason

My looks may fade and skin may have wrinkles Bones in my body may become brittle and weaker Knees may bend and hard for me to stand stronger Hair may turn gray as I become older But just like the water