Poems in the Margins

26 March, 2026

I was never the kind of student who underlined neatly or took careful notes. While teachers filled the board with numbers and dates, I filled the margins of my notebooks with poems. Small, crooked lines—sometimes only a phrase, sometimes whole stanzas pressed tightly against the edge of the page, as if they were afraid of taking up too much space.

A Symphony of Strokes

14 March, 2026

When I paint, I do not begin with silence. I begin with music. My playlist is my palette. Ariana Grande’s high notes, Sabrina Carpenter’s catchy rhythms, K-pop beats that pulse like fireworks, OPM songs that feel like home—each one finds its way into my brush.

A Hundred Days: The Quite Work of Days

02 February, 2026

Sunday arrives not with urgency, but with invitation. It calls us to pause, breathe, and listen for movements of grace that often go unnoticed in the noise of ordinary days.

There are seasons when leadership is loud, but other times, almost hidden. There are moments when guidance is offered not through command, but through presence. In such times, the truest measure of direction is not how fast we move, but how faithfully we remain rooted in love, mercy, and hope. 

When Pain is Transformed into Art

04 January, 2026

Pain aches for understanding and light shed upon it. It is complex—sometimes too overwhelming to put into words. When it has nowhere to go, it often finds a voice in art, music, films that don’t erase the pain but hold it, offering space to exist.

Two Sides of the Same Coin

02 October, 2025

I’ve always noticed how the loudest person in the room is often expected to have it all together, while the quietest one in the corner is assumed to have nothing to say. 

Sa Bawat Pahinang Aking Isinulat

28 Oktubre, 2025

Akala ko, iyon na ang tamang panahon.

Kay tagal ko nang isinusulat ang aking tadhana—mga kabanatang umaapaw sa kasiyahan, at mga kabanatang puno ng paghihinagpis. May mga pahinang sabik kong balik-balikan—mga alaalang tila perpekto, mga tauhang nagbigay kulay sa aking daigdig.

A Voice Amidst Chaos

23 September, 2025

A gentle voice sings out in the open, asking for help. Soon, many flock to its cries—their voices joined together in a melodious tune. Yet, those wishes turn into noise.

When the Lights Came Home

20 September, 2025

The house had been asleep for years. Dust gathered in the corners, the windows stared out with a dull stare, and silence lingered where once there had been music and laughter. It was the silence left behind when the father went abroad, and the daughter moved in with her grandmother. Slowly, the house became just another address—its windows staring blankly into the street. 

The Nameless Boy

12 September, 2025

In the vast, seemingly unending universe of To Your Eternity, countless stories intertwine—knots and ties waiting to be unraveled. This is one untold story, a loose thread among many: the extended afterlife of someone forgotten—someone unnamed.

Sopas pang Isa

30 Agosto, 2025

Sa paglanghap ng pamilyar na amoy ng mga prutas, tinapay, at walang katapusang hanay ng mga supot ng tsitsirya, naglakad akong dala-dala ang isang luma at kupas na berdeng basket—ang mga butas nito’y mas malaki na kaysa sa iba, at nararamdaman ko pa ang lagkit sa hawakan nito. Maliit na bagay lamang ito kaya’t hindi ko na iyon pinansin—ang mahalaga lang sa ngayon ay makuha ko ang mga kailangang bilhin at makauwi kaagad.

Hawak Kamay

23 Agosto, 2025

Akala niya’y sa wakas ay matitikman na niya ang tamis ng katahimikan at kapahingahan ngunit maging ang sarili niyang tahanan ay kulang sa pahinga. Nakakalat sa sahig ng sala ang mga damit na nagmamadaling itinambak, patong-patong sa lababo ang maruruming plato na nakasalansan sa pagitan ng bawat “bukas ko na gagawin” na palusot, at mga kagamitan na araw-araw ay tila gumagapang pa-kaliwa’t kanan.

Tinig sa alon

15 Agosto, 2025

 "O tuluyan mo na bang iniwan sa hangin ang aking alaala?”

Echoes in the Rain

18 July, 2025

The rain had been falling since dawn, its gentle tapping on the tin roof sounding like a memory—like it remembered something she could no longer name, but still carried in her bones.

13 July, 2025

Walang hanggan. 

Sa bawat pag-ikot ng daigdig, ang aking dalawang mata ay mulat. Sa pagtama nito sa paligid, malimit kong nasisilayan ang mga pusong puno ng pagsusumamo at paghihirap—mga pusong naghihintay na marinig Niya ang isinisigaw ng damdamin.

04 July, 2025

It was a rainy day when a single person’s actions happened to change everything.

The Rain Stops

Falling apart is like a ticking bomb—a terrifying countdown of witnessing myself slowly fail until there’s no time left. I feel imprisoned inside a jail I made for myself; stuck in here, avoiding every possible bustling crowd I could encounter going out. I fail, for I feel chained to my own expectations, unable to break free and discover beyond what’s truly meant for me.