The Moth and Thy Flame

NOTE: I made this for my Humanities class wherein we were asked to create a metaphor out of a song. The non-conformist that I am, I used the song “Di Ko Kayang Tanggapin” by April Boy Regino. Funny it may sound but I am somehow proud of my finished product.

The moth now cries in deep sorrow

For thy candle’s light was blown

Hoping to go against the strong wind

But it made the flame die down

The moth laments, he suffers

For all that was left is pain

Last night was a joyful celebration

As the moth enjoyed, took pleasure

On thy warmth and bright flame

Overcoming the night’s vileness

Its blinding and temptous darkness

And its shivering cold breeze

Thou shed light for the moth to see

Able him to appreciate life more

And the moth thought of forever

While the wind blew continuously

Tonight, the wind blows just as hard

But has tagged thy flame along

Thy flame was gone with the wind

For a few moments, thou left some smoke

The moth cherished your soul

For the last time, but too fast

As thou vanished completely

And nothing was left for the moth

But anguish, but tears and a hope

To see thy flame once again

And relish thy warmth eternally

Through My Pencil

I write with this instrument

To convey (sur)real sentiments

A manner of self-expression

That brings to my mind sensation

And leaps my heart to gladness

For me, it’s one divine madness

Craving to enjoy with self more

At least, to help me not get bored

With my life’s everyday routine

None I could say is worth doing

Except my hobby of writing

Of poems I’ll always be keeping

Like this compose through my pencil

Sharing now what I deeply feel

Why? (Just another break-up poem)

Why should we part ways if we can take the same path?

Why should we bid goodbyes if we don’t want to leave?

Why should we let each other go if deep inside we are crying?

Why should we settle on treasuring memories if we can make history together?

Why should we let one runaway if we can walk alongside each other?

Why should we let adversities affect us if we feel fortunate to have each other?

Why should we allow space continue to divide us if we could bridge the gap between us?

Why should we let one fall in abyss if together we can conquer greater heights?

Why should we listen to what others say if we lovingly trust each other?

Why should we settle on the moon’s phasing light if we could be each other’s guiding star?

Why should we destroy what we planted if it continues to bloom beautifully?

Why should we feel weak and helpless if together we are strong enough?

Why should a conflict end our story if we have yet to reach the climax?

Why should we rejoice on our respective freedom if we want to be locked in each other’s arms?

Why should we hurt one another if we only promise to love and care for each other?

Why should we have all these questions if we have found the answers… on each other!

Foreword to my Poetry

In my heart of hearts, I know that I have long been wanting to write poetry. I just don’t know where to get my inspiration. Yesterday, while I am helping my mom clean our house, I get hold of a precious brown envelope. Precious for it carries my collections of poems I have written time immemorial. They convey my thoughts, my emotions at the time. Some are too baduy or melodramatic that I afford to laugh while reading them. Still, I want to immortalize them through this medium.

I want to write new ones really soon. I want to evaluate if my self-proclaimed creative poetry writing has evolved. I just hope I have become a better writer minus the drama through the years.