My little adventure into the night while sitting in front of the PC.

Some people disappoint. Some surprise. Some do both without thinking.

A vignette about a mythological Filipino creature called the tiyanak. Probably the only piece of fiction I've ever finished. Enjoy!

Our little moments of honest, unmitigated lust...

Love in eyes of the beholder.

An explanation for the lurking lesbian in all of us.

Pining is such sweet sorrow!

The loss of a lover, her weight, the ebb of her seas...

After a love that's true, what then? How to deal...how to deal...?

The 6th and 7th installment up. Unrequited love. Quite the biatch, really.

The right kind of change lies entirely with choices, and the manner with which we utilize the time given to us.

A friend is that light in a sea of darkness...

My own definition of grief.

A possible explanation as to why willows weep.

good parent knows very well that a lesson well-learned, is rooted in a love so deep, that it's painful. Unfortunately, their children only perceive the pain, and nothing else.

Did you ever wonder about the essences of sharing, of generosity or even self-lessness? Maybe a wine bottle could explain.

A story rooted in Tolkien and inspired by him. Feel free to drop by and tell me what you think!

A little ode to the generous.

What does it mean to be selfless?

Sieze the moment and never let oppurtunity pass. Especially when dealing with other people.

Title speaks for itself. This is an adaptation and a response to a Chinese poem.

If you love someone, do not be afraid, for love knows no gender. If you wish to free yourself, stay true and all else will follow.

Have you examined your conscience lately?

A mother and a father, once true, can forgive their children anything, as mine have.

Melancholy can be quite contagious. Careful what you impart on people when you're down in the dumps.

When we cease to write, we ought to talk. Never let emotions run rampant without discourse to the end.

Ideas are dangerous things, and all that appeal to lust more so. To have fallen into the trap, to have stepped back, and contemplated...and then finally, to have written. The first steps to healing, after all, is when you admit your fault.

Inspired by a Filipino writer and very much fueled by anger, I wrote a little rant about materialism.

A small treat on the pleasures of home.

When the world turns its back on you, there is little else one could do but weep.

Inside the driving power behind the intellect and the will is the world that slips past our fingers.

I talk of life, innocence, triumph of good over evil, sin, disease, injustice, and the fervent hope we nurture in every debacle.

A rubai I adapted from Omar Kahyyam's Rubaiyyat. Please r&r.

A simple message for those who have lost sight of the truth beyond the faces we see.

I tried to make a poem explaining the muse that moves me. Hopefully, the writers out there would appreciate this.

A bit of psychology for those who think they could commit murder without paying a heavy price.

The beauty of nature never escapes the eye.

It seems as if drug dealers have a special place in hell for them.

Here's a little something to those who have lost loved ones.

America and the world in the light of the World Trade Center tragedy.

For the American people.

A little attempt to explain what love is and a breather (I hope) for all the tragic poems we are wont to make. Love will prevail, against all odds.

A few of us stray from what we really should write about and instead, we come up with things that don't have a basis in reality at all.

A poem for women and for the rest of humanity.

Lies, lies, and more lies *dances madly*.

An expository poem about the sickness that is spreading in our society.

In our world, there is much to hope for but also, there is much to give us despair.

Surprisingly, a lot of our misfortunes have been dealt by our own hands.

A poem for the teachers, professors and any, who strive to enlighten the youth.

Heaven eludes the mind yet sometimes, we find ways to put it in words.

A rant on things that make a person feel insignificant.

If you could put the anxiety of final exams into a poem, well here it is.

A little dissertion about the changing quality of almost all our preferences.

Death paid me a visit and this is the piece of darkness I came up with.

In the midst of the futility in exposing the real you, I thought that maybe I could share the frustration I felt when the whole world shuts you out, particularly the one person who you valued above the rest. Sometimes, the people we love the most just sli

Despite of their misgivings, friends truly are rubies worth gold produced hundred-fold.