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.

You fill me up with excitement and
such joy.
But you also fill me with fear and confusion.
This punishment of silence I cannot take
any longer.
It’s tearing me apart.

I need to talk to you so bad
To hear your voice again
To let you know how I feel.

We live in different worlds
You and I, you see
and these kinds of things
only happen in fairytales.

But I still have hope.

Last night
I had a dream.
There was him
and then there was me.

We got to talking
and
he told me something
meaningful.
That there are people who live their lives
in denial.  They are force-fed to believe certain things
and they eventually forget about their heart.

I just stood there
not knowing whether or not
I had something to do with this statement.
Suddenly
he leaned in close to my ear
and whispered
Then there are those who
do something about it.

Then he took one last look at me
and walked away
leaving me in an abyss of
my own self worth.

Why
is the world so demanding
nowadays?

Constant
“Do this”
and
“Do that”s
added with a dash of
“I want it tomorrow”,
like a sundae with all the toppings
that you can possibly imagine.

You know,
all this is too much
for a kid my age.

So let me
just lay my head down
and sleep.

Sitting on her bed,
the sun streaking through the window
its warmth, friendly, somewhat inviting.

She couldn’t think.
Not here, in this stuffy room.
She went outside.

In no time, she found herself
in the playground,
where once upon a time,
friendships and scraped knees were formed.

While reminicising
she thought
What happened to those lost days
where I used to be so free?

Now, she held the world at a distance
making sure that she would never get hurt.
She thought she was living the life.

But now she realized that she wasn’t.
Those she once pitied for taking risks
were people she now envied.

It’s funny how one person,
she thought,
one you would never expect,
can come in and turn your whole world around
in just a few days.

But it wasn’t too late
no, not yet.
She could still go back
and mend the things she’d ruined,
the things she had come closest too ever feeling.

Getting off that swing,
a dear old companion,
she headed off
to find forgiveness
so she can hopefully live life anew.