A mother's poem for her baby in heaven. A mother's words of love and longing for her daughter.

EDITED. I started this story with no particular names for the two main characters but after receiving feedback from readers of "The Homecoming" (my second and first completed story) and asking for how Luke and Mace fell in love, I decided to reveal their names here. The scoop here is THIS IS REALLY HOW THEIR LOVE STORY STARTED OUT. ;-)

Wrote out thoughts of wanting to disappear from the phase of the face of the earth in this poem. In reality though, it's not that I want to it permanently but it would be nice to get away from it all from time to time. Just to have an escape every once in a while.

A poem I wrote depicting of being lonely on the inside but painting a happy face for the outside. When pretending for so long, it all becomes second nature that one would start to believe what is being projected. This poem is rather sad and one I would say is already a cry for help.

Contrary to the sunny day as I wrote this, I was in a rather melancholic mood. Thus, the result of a poem dedicated to the person taken away from this world all too soon, but who I have long promised to love for the rest of my life.

This is my first publication for this year and it's not a story. It's some valuable realizations I've embraced since clawing out of the pain the year 2019 brought. I was in a really dark place then but I'm thankful that I'm in a better disposition now. I'm slowly getting back my old self and it's good. I'm hoping that what I wrote here can help someone just as it helped me.

Something I wrote in pretty much five minutes flat, just airing out what's bottled inside. Forgive me, this is not exactly angst. I'm just feeling sad these days I guess.

Just a short poem I wrote inspired from two of my very favorite artists.

I wrote this in memory of watching a beautiful sunset at Bacolod City, Philippines. It's actually been more than a year since I last made a poem. I'm glad I was able to write this after a long hiatus.

A wife's broken heart over her husband's betrayal.

After a failed marriage, love is once again knocking on Tish's door; however, not in the way she expected. This time, love comes in the form of a female knight-in-shining armor by the name of Bree. Despite being straight, Tish finds herself swept away by a whirl of emotions. Will she give this love a chance despite the odds? One Shot story. Rated M with F/F theme.

How do you cope with the loss of a family or loved one? Does it get better over time or do you just get used to the loss as the years go by?

Wrote this poem in less than five minutes while having coffee at a really quaint coffee shop in one of the provinces of our place. It was an early rainy morning and the mood just suddenly struck me.

There are some people who come into our lives and whether we realized it or not, have taken up so much room in our hearts that when the time comes for them to leave, they take with them a part of us, and we are never ever the same.

I am trying to depict what it's like to feel the purest of pain here with this poem.

Thoughts of wanting to go back in time to undo one a certain mistake that has become my regret for a lifetime.

This is yet another poem where I drew inspiration from watching the Korean series, "Goblin." It just got me to thinking how sad life must be if you're doomed to be alive for so many centuries and witness all the bad things that happen in this world, including the death of your loved ones for many reincarnations. But then again, there are still good memories to cherish despite that.

I made this poem last year after finishing the Korean series, "Goblin" and listening to the OSTs, "Hush" and "Stuck In Love." There's just something really sweet and poignant with Korean plots. It honestly takes me quite some time to move on after finishing a series. With Goblin, I was truly inspired. It was one of the best dramas I've ever seen.

I wrote this poem back in January 2015, for a long lost love that can no longer be. Underneath the poem I penned, I also wrote the words, "To all those who have loved and lost, literally and figuratively." I must have been pretty sad on this day.

I wrote this poem while listening to Yiruma's piece, "Passing By." It just got me to thinking of my life - where I am now, where I was at and where I hope to be in the future. And I realized that I miss so many things of the past including the me that was before the world told me who and what to be.

The story of Mace and Luke shows how true love works transcending the seemingly unconquerable barriers of time, space and yes, even death.

I was in a pensive mood writing about the realities of everyday life.