I write because I read. I read because I write.
in this maze of bleeding leaves as if the mighty Him spilled red inks on top of the lush trees and twigs to signal the yearly seasons' shift, find me lurking not beneath the tall towers of red and yellow, find me hiding not inside the house with the whispering cello, find me sitting not… Continue reading autumn spell
Proudly dressed in scarlet, these trees will soon be naked once the chilling winter defeats the bloody fall. So before snow blankets the roads, I have to run and run with all my might to lose more weight. I’ve been running for 30 minutes already when the sweet smell of creamy pumpkin soup wafted through… Continue reading The Cabin’s Smell
I’m no hopeless romantic. My mind has always won over my heart, making it always realistic. I don’t look forward to forever. I choose to relish what I have today. I don’t believe in love at first sight. I believe love is a constant, daily fight. I never thought I would fall for you. Actually,… Continue reading Unexpected Fall
*Very first collaboration with the writer-best-friend I never got to have, my now proud Filipina blogger-best-friend and an equally gifted poetess and storyteller, Maria of Doodles and Scribbles. She wrote the lovely Tagalog (language of the Philippines) poem and I tried translating it to English. ❤ Thank you for letting me do that, Maria. ❤ Mahulog Sa'yo… Continue reading Mahulog Sa’yo | Fall For You*
Autumn's Passage* *A collaboration with my Queen of Sonnets, who I consider a dear friend, Melinda Kucsera of In Media Res. Melinda, an eloquent poetess and a gifted fantasy writer, is the author of epic fantasy adventure Stars and Angel Sing. Visit her blog and take a thrilling journey as she takes you to the enchanted world of Shayari. Autumn’s Passage Leaves painted in sunset… Continue reading Autumn’s Passage*
My friends love either spring or summer with the shining bright soleil. I am the odd fan of fall. The only kid who loves to see trees go skeletal. Little do they know the leaf-less twigs also scared me. But I still love fall because of my granny! She lives in a brick red house… Continue reading The Bloodiest Leaf
My soul still search for you. For five long years, I was able to avoid this street. I was able to erase this area. I wanted to avoid you. I wanted to avoid us. Until my car stopped. It ceased to move, for reasons I don’t know. I guess it brought me here. To the corner we call our… Continue reading WRITING 101: Seasons
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