The Roller Coaster

When grief is a drowning ocean I look to you When my world is in turmoil I look to you When my shattered heart refuses to beat I look to you When pain is my constant companion I look to you When sorrow is my food I look to you When tears freely fall I look to you When anguish threatens to tear apart I look to you When the future is bleak I look to you When happiness and joy have lost their way I look to you When peace is an elusive memory I look to you When fear and uncertainty whisper I look to you When memories start fading I look to you When the strength to get out of bed has vanished I look to you When regrets torment me  I look to you When the longing swells within I look to you When hopelessness abounds I look to you I look to you My rock and my salvation My fortress and refuge My ever present help in times of trouble The rock I cling to The hope that will not fail I look to you I trust in you 

Hearing Never listening Looking Never seeing Alone in the dark Thoughts a whirlwind Arms wrapped around herself Rivers flowing from her sunken eyes Alone, misplaced When will the sorrow cease? When will the pain subside? When will comfort arrive? When will joy come knocking? The world goes on by Oblivious to the hurting soul Oblivious of the desperate plea within No one stops No time to care Caught up in the rat race of their lives Hearing Never listening Looking Never seeing

Oh youth of the Philippines, hope of the motherland, the time has come to awaken from your slumber. The season of complacency and apathy has passed. Shake off the shackles of addictions that bind and leave you helpless. Break free from the chains of drugs, sex and violence. Ignite your dreams that were snuffed out, gather your ambitions that were trampled. Rise from the ashes of poverty. Rise from the low expectations of our elders. Rise from the grave of corruption and greed. Awaken hope. Awaken faith. Awaken life. We were born for a bright horizon. We were born, the future of our motherland. Let us not just hope for a better tomorrow. But let us together work to make that longing a reality. Let us take up the torch of our forefathers and echo their cries for justice, freedom and equality. They shed their blood for freedom from foreign oppressor, but we fight for freedom against our very own flesh and blood. We are the future and we must fight for the oppressed  wh...

Time stalls for no man It marches on leaving victims at its wake Opportunities lost lie trampled in its grave While weeds of regret abound She tries to pull back the hands of time Her fragile hands grasping desperately Weak arms straining under the weight Sweat and tears come rushing down Emotionless eyes, no trace of hope She wishes she could take back words uttered in darkness Deeds done at dusk Alone and afraid she clings to nothing Scarred, fragile hands fall helplessly to her side All is lost The past cannot be rewritten What’s uttered cannot be taken back Now the future looms ahead Unknown, uncharted Questions pester her nearly insane mind Doubts fill the creases of her heart Yet she takes one tiny step forward Despite the excruciating pain and immobilizing fear Another step follows Tears flowing down She yearns to look back She yearns to run back Her foot fumbles forward Her future may be unknown But it can be brighter than her past Her pace quickens as courage fills her heart ...

Life seems to pass by us in a blur and in order to keep up we need to go through life at high speed. Work, school, family demand so much of our time that we feel 24 hours is not enough. We go through the daily routines of life tired missing out on the beauty God has created for us to enjoy... Or maybe this just describes me. My life in school has me pretty much on full speed. Requirements from teachers, exams, seminars, and personal life all have me tired and wishing I had 42 hours a day to finish the myriad of work that is being piled on me. But today I had a treat. Today time stopped. Today I glimpsed beauty. On my way up to my apartment I noticed a small beetle on the stairs. I stopped to look closely at it and marvelled how beautiful it was up close. It’s back was colored a shiny green, blue, yellow, and orange that all blended together leaving a beautiful medley of colors that cannot be captured in words. The sight made me catch my breath. I quickly got out my cel...

It was a long hard day. My brain had worked itself to its limit. I slumped in a chair, my mouth gaping open, steam escaping from my ears as my brain cried out for a break. Staring into space I willed my exhausted grey matter to go through my to do list for the next day. It went something like this: 1-     Wake up 2-     Finally get out of bed after hitting the snooze button for the 20th time. 3-     Take a shower (don’t fall asleep) 4-     Do your assignments in Masscom. (Don’t fall asleep) 5-     Study for exams in Masscom  (Don’t fall asleep) I was just about to get to the 6th number when my teacher dashed what little I had to pieces. Time: 5pm, Friday Setting: Classroom Subject: Masscom “Class attendance is a must for the 9am seminar tomorrow at the Masscom Studio.” “W-w-wh-wha-what??” I asked in shock. I tried frantically to grab at my to do list that was on its way out m...

I have never been exceptionally good at math. In high school I glided through math with the ease of a swimmer caught in the rapids. It was not a pretty nor graceful sight! I had to work very hard to get the final grade I got. If Math was the rapids, mental math was Niagara falls. Mental math was as excruciating to me as getting a brain tumor removed. I would literally go numb and my temples would start throbbing whenever someone asked me “What’s 65 added to 13?” (or any mathematical equation for that matter). “Uuhhmm, well... you know what, I have a terrible headache! Why don’t you just use your calculator, it’s much easier!”   I would always say.  Praise God for the most intelligent person who had the sense to invent the calculator! Needless to say my lack of speed when it came to mental math made me the laughing stock of my family.  “What’s 103 minus 65?” my dad would ask. “Uum wait! I can do it!” I would yell. “Never mind I got it, its 38.” H...

Heart why do you cry And in darkness lie Barely beating Broken and torn Crushed and bruised Why do you wear worthlessness as your cloak Fear as your bonnet Why is your head bowed low No hope in your eyes I see Your hands are scarred from holding and caring Only to be rejected and turned away Your eyes are swollen A river of tears you have cried Your mouth is bruised Unspoken thoughts, unformed words Sweet as honey has now turned bitter You deserve so much more! A healing touch A kind word One who can rip off your cloak Throw off your bonnet Lift your head Revealing the diamond underneath One who will fill your empty hands Wipe the river from your eyes And take honey from your lips You deserve so much more! But you do not believe me Oh you do not believe me So in darkness you lie In fear you remain

I miss you more than you know Not seeing your face brings tears to my eyes I want to hear your voice again The joyful peels of your laughter A huge gaping hole has replaced my heart A hole no one can fill I want to be where you are I want to embrace you once again When will this pain go away? When will I be numb to your absence? My heart is broken within me Tears are my food Sorrow my dessert You fill my mind Questions pester me Regrets creep silently in Oh how I wish I could turn back time There would be so many things I would do differently I would spend every waking moment with you I would never lose my temper I would always be patient I would never complain I would always serve you I love you so much Without you I feel so lost and alone So hopeless I fear my life will never be the same I fear sorrow will engulf me I fear I will taste no more joy I fear life without you