Purpose of Poetry

Poetry is putting a diaphanous veil over something unappealing, speaking regarding it just subdued enough to put into oblivion how abraded and festering and suppurate the wound is.

It’s a language of emphasizing inspiration, subjectivity – of Romanticism and painless augury, full of fanatical sentimentalism and compelling twists of the tongue.

Metaphors are hazardous travesty, using a sort of transfiguration to turn wordless sentiment into imaginable circumstances.

The way the anguish rios through yoyr body and flusters your every bones compelling you to envision misery as it pull you down to great depths and choking breaths.

The truth is, poetry is a deceiver, a fibber, an equivocator. Never fall for its exquisitely crafted stanzas causing slips into the dense fog of nostalgia.

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Somehow

I write to an audience that doesn’t reply (but I always keep receiving reviews which is really overwhelming). I don’t get much shares or reblogs. But I like the idea that people read them regardless.

It’s okay if you don’t post that button, but I hope my writings give impact to someone, whether good or bad, it’s good to know that someone out there was moved by my words.

I just want to make you feel the spectrum of emotions.

Bye 2017, Hello 2018

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I haven’t posted anything lately because I have been so busy.

Thank you 2017 for the ups and the downs. Thank you for making me feel best and worst at the same time.

I am the kind of person who doesn’t ask for too much but hey, God is good for giving me just the right amouny of everything.

Thank you for making me realize that I am starting to live my life…. again

2018,

bring it on.

FIND JOY IN EVERY SINGLE DAY

“The happiest is the person who suffers the least pain; the most miserable who enjoys the least pleasure.”

                            -Jean Jacques Rousseau, Emile (1762)

We all suffer something in our lives and sometimes, we becomes miserable to the point of thinking that living this life isn’t worth it anymore.
When we speak of “the good life”, what we mean by that is a life where the ordinary becomes extraordinary, the natural becomes miraculous, and the everyday becomes unique.
The everyday may seem to be made up only of small things, but let us believe in details. Every time we choose to embrace life, we are putting our best and truest face forward.
Have a nice day! 🙂

Mission Possible: Depriving myself of something for a bigger cause

Finally! I’ve been able to help few students in going back to school this school year!

I started to think about it since last yeat. I did some computations but my allowance is seriously not enough to do this so I told myself to forget about it.

But I can’t.

So I decided to really deprive myself from my cravings. I deprived myself from a slice of pizza, Starbucks, chocolate bars, and many more like MANY MORE! When this started, every single time I feel like eating chocolate or getting a cup of coffee from Starbucks I seriously put my money inside a super duper secured piggy bank.

To make the long story short, I had like less than Php 5000 and I wisely bought super cheap notebooks, pencils, pen, pad papers, crayons and other school supplies which provided 10 students who can’t afford such

It was fulfilling. I wish I had more to give the kids.

I felt happy