To my brother...

         It's been 3 months since I've written this letter. I remember crying on the university staircase as I wrote every single line. With every letter and every word, I poured out my heart along. Again, it's been 3 months. I still haven't handed him this letter. I don't have the courage. But now I'm posting this on my blog with the hope that the whole universe conspire and he would end up reading this post someday... someday...

Dec-10-2015

Dearest Kuya,

          In the Youth for Christ Community, we were taught to "Hate the sin, NOT the sinner". This seemed to be so unacceptable to me before. I used to hate lawbreakers. I hated seeing people hurt or harm other people. I despised sinners, though I know I am a sinner too.

          Suddenly, you came home after months of being away from us. This time, however, you are no longer the Kuya that I've known. I remember you for being a joker. You used to tease us in an entertaining way. I remember you as my playmate. The Kuya who takes me to and from school. The one who taught me the basics of playing a guitar, of plucking the intro of Callalily's Magbalik. The Kuya who's really gwapo that I'm proud to show my classmates of. I remember you as the Kuya who rode with me on my very first motorcycle test drive on our barangay street. That's how I remember you!

          But you've become a different person now. Your head had gone so hard that it could break a rock if it clashes with it. You no longer pay attention to the pieces of advice given to you by papa, mama, and our ates. Do you really think they don't get hurt when they see you heading on the wrong path? Haven't you felt their love? They may scold you or talk to you the way you don't want them to - but it is because they care. WE care. Because we are a family and we can't imagine how it would be if something undesirable happens to you as a result of your deeds. Because even if you become more sinful and worthless than ever, you are still the only "Yiyig" we have and we can't hate you for that. We really love you Kuya, but not your sin. :(

It's never too late to turn back. . . .

Prince Charming

If I look unto the sky

where the sun and clouds meet,

will I find my man

flying in a silly red sheet?

If I get lost in a forest

and bite a poisonous apple,

will my hero save me,

my prince so handsome and tall?

If I kiss a thousand frogs,

each with a thousand warts,

will I sooner find the right one which

to a prince charming distorts?

If I grow my hair so long

and trap myself on top of the tower,

will my man dare go all the way up

to take me with him forever?

Every night I wish upon a star

that a knight in shining armor I'll find.

Every minute of the day I'm dreaming,

seeing me and my prince in my mind.

Yet the hum of the wind stopped me

as it whispered to my ear:

"The best author, God, is still writing

your best love story, dear.."

EYES **

Through her eyes I see how her

heart leaps as she bursts into laughter

everytime she is with her man,

her mate, her bestfriend and her lover.

Through his eyes I see his heart

fluttering with every sight of her.

His smile shows his simple promise;

to bring happiness to her life forever.

For they share a love so genuine,

a feeling so pure and never would falter.

Their eyes see not the looks, the wealth

but what’s inside- the soul, the character.

Through their eyes I see their

undying affection for each other,

a love that never grows old, and

a promising story of happy ever after.

                    Less lonely is the sky, no more ordinary night blue

                    Odd shades of black and white turn to brilliant hue

                    Vows of eternity witnessed by the moon in view

                    Everything above shimmers when love is shared by two.

~pL1992*

His Story

        I sat on the sandy shore with the breeze blowing my hair with caress. There I was again in my sanctuary, listening to an old man with a story of love. His story wasn't new to me. In fact, I've heard it more than a hundred times. it wasn't a fairy-tale like story, concluding a happy ending. His story, was a story of despair, of grief, and of regret. As he perfectly described the image of his beloved lady, I've proven how great his love was for her. And even after the length of time that have elapsed, his love for her never faded. he had the love that could climb every mountain and cross every ocean for his lady, but too bad, he did not have that little courage to tell the lady how he feels. His story wasn't the best story that I've ever heard. But his story, was the story that taught me a lot. With his story, I had promised to myself, I will fight for love!



**creative writing workshop#2___
  Notes: What creative writers do is "to show", not "to tell".