Thinking a lot.

(I have been in deep thought these days. Matters seem to lay their selves in front of me, stimulating my judgement and my frontal lobe. As i browse through the unpublished posts in my blogger dashboard, I read these unfinished lines of my poem. I don't know how it made  mevery lonely. I thought so that it was because of the abuse of neglect i did, and the supposed theme of the piece isn't as whole as my mindset before my momentum stopped.)

I might decide to publish this in its unfinished state, So to remind my self that no matter how I started with full enthusiasm , I still struggle on how to finish my work.


'we stare at endless height
though darkness dominates the skies
and the moon stands the only light
to draw the glistening orbs in your eyes

your words sing music to my ears
your touch is warm, dilating my pores
and then breeze began to offer tears
to the grasses of earthly floors

the wind blows to kiss your darling
as i whistle to keep them blowing
how long will you have me waiting
to kiss your lips as they stood watching

dont cover your face with your delicate hair
i wish to see your smile and the lines up there.
But the happy sounds i hear seem to fade away
stay will you and never part by day

tears are flowing from your face
while dew drops fill in little pace
you were lonely, i never knew
tired of love you doubted to be true.


I cuddle, hugged and braced you
in my arms i offer comfort
and counter 


The Bold letters are my new attempts, and I know my poetic sense is deteriorating. 

Kate Nicole and Guenever Isoude

When we were younger (sigh), we heard stories about castles, dragons, evil queens, deranged stepsisters, ogres and trolls having no match to love's first kiss. . . .

"lips as red as blood
skin as white as snow
hair as black as ebony"

My PRINCESSES, gentle and innocent..


"Pinay na Pinay lang sila,
walang bahid fiction"


haha!