On Church-goers

While we respect those who don’t go to church, we also can’t judge those who do.

I go to church every week. And speaking for some, it’s NOT a religion requirement.

It’s a float from drowning
a stretch from coiling
a pull from repelling
And most importantly,
a hush from crying…

Because for every day in a week, we all break a little. And somehow, even just for a day, we wish it would ALL go away.

To me, that happens every Sunday.

Sunny Side Down

You were my favorite breakfast, I yours.

We blended like bread and butter

Bacon and eggs, toast and jam…

Then one day, I’m sorry love. But I got fed up.

So I left you on the table

Until you turned into that bread, hard as rock.

The next morning, you found another plate.

A new twist of breakfast, more of your taste.

It’s wrong to miss you, my favorite one

It’s wrong to miss the sweet taste of your kiss

Hey, breakfast is done. I must leave for lunch.

But love, why leave crumbs on the floor?

Ayoko Nang Matali

Sa kaibigang di mapagkakatiwalaan

Sa syotang walang pakielam

Sa estrangherong kinaiinggitan

Sa magulang na di nagpaparamdam

Sa iniibig kong iba na ang mahal


Sa matrikulang di makatarungan

Sa maestrang  walang pinagbibigyan

Sa kursong di ako nasisiyahan


Sa trabahong mabagal ang pera

Sa gobyernong di gumagawa ng paraan

Sa pulisyang di maaasahan

Sa batas na kulang sa lohika

Sa bansang bahagya ng umunlad


Sa nakaraang di makalimutan

Sa kasalukuyang puro problema

Sa kinabukasang walang kasiguraduhan


Sa planong malabo na

Sa pangarap na napakataas pa

Sa paghintay na walang kamatayan

Sa pag-iyak na walang napapala

Sa tadhanang di mapapalitan


Sa mundong mapanghusga

Sa lipunang mataas ang batayan

Sa mga tanong na walang kasagutan


Ayoko na.

Nakakasawa na.


Ang gusto ko ay matali

At mahigpit na puluputin

Ng seguridad na tayo ay may KARAPATAN

At kalayaan na pumili

Upang hindi na muli matali

Sa boses na hindi atin


Love Is Not A One-Way Ticket

Love is not a one-way ticket

Which will take you to that far end of the road

And not know your way back.


Love is a round trip.

It’s about you giving me a ride

Go somewhere new and unfamiliar

Then come home together;

To share smiles and stories

While we plan where to go next tomorrow.


Because love is about safety.

Me trusting you where you’ll take me

And you not letting me go,

Wherever we may be.

Someday, I Will Stop Writing About You

France's debut

Someday, I will stop writing about you

Oh, but not today

‘Cause today, my thoughts are still about you

How I wish I can make them go away


It hurts to wake up with my side empty

You used to be there

You’d stare even when my hair’s messy

So now, though you’re gone, I won’t fix my hair


Then I go brush my teeth and wash my face

You used to hug me from behind

You’d whisper to me, “I love you always.”

I wash again to shake you off my mind


I see the stairs and remember that date

We used to race to the kitchen

You’d call me “Princess” and prepare my  plate

Now I race with myself, eat if I can


I run back to my room and start to cry

Today I’ll write the saddest lines

Find all the synonyms of hate but why

Does my mind play back all our happy times


Someday I will stop writing about you

But I can’t tonight

I promise I want to, but I want you 

And you want her, so again I will write


I wish I would run out of words to say

Like how you ran away

Pathetic but I chase you anyway

I don’t let you know, but I wish you’d stay


This will be my last stanza about you

My last tear for you

One final line and I’ll stop, I need to

Someday I will stop writing about you

Tonight I will stop writing about you

One last line and I will stop, I have to

But I still love you

Tomorrow I’ll write another poem or two

About you.