I’ve come down with something
and I’ve fallen terribly ill.
The only cure is
your sweet voice and
your incredible smile.

You say jump
and I’ll ask how high.

I am just a puppet–
like a marionette.
A lifeless body with no feeling
no strength to rebel
not anymore, at least.

Pull on my strings
and I do exactly
what you want me to do.

A while ago
I would have said “no”
telling you that I have a
mind of my own.

But nowadays I don’t
even know.
So much has come crashing
down on me
that it has destroyed
all the thought out of me.

Now I am
a puppet,
complete with an outfit
and a painted face,
ready to do whatever
you want me to.

On February 1, 2007, my blog was featured on Kuchiki Rukia’s blog collection. In it, she features my poem, “Waterloo”. In her review, she says that my “artistic play of words really affected [her] in a good way” and that my poems “allows you to stop and think for a moment about this journey called life.”

To be honest with you, I didn’t think that my poems were not all that great. To me, I thought that they were very amateur. But after reading what Rukia had to say about my poems, I realized that I don’t think highly enough of myself as much as I should.

So to all of you who really like my poetry, I thank you to an extent to which you cannot even imagine. Your appreciation gives me the confidence to keep doing what I do. =)

So last night
it rained where I live.
My mom, dad, my sister, and I
were coming home
from the store.

And at an intersection,
my mom was telling us
that she used to take showers
in the rain
when she was growing up in
the Philippines.

My sister and I
thought that that was pretty
weird as we looked at each other
with matching faces.

But when that stoplight
turned green, I got to thinking.
I wondered how that must feel,
taking a shower in the rain.

I thought about this, and only one
word came to mind:
Liberating.

Think about it.

The rain, pure water, not heated or
anything, just 100% nature.
It comes crashing down upon you.
Not to drown you, no, it comes down
in small drops.
Yet those raindrops are just strong enough
to cleanse you, to free your soul.