inside a journalist’s mind: a book spine poem

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wild embers
die trying
the fourth estate

and still i rise.

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For dVerse Finding poems in bookshelves


It has always been my dream to become a writer, a journalist might be the proper term. To see my name in the prestigious by-line of the story that I wrote, would feel like I won a much-coveted Olympic gold.

I never knew until college, that Nanay (mother) shares the same dream. I should’ve figured through the old baby photos inked with her scribbled narratives of my tiniest beams or angriest screams.

And so I tried my luck, with my degree as my backpack, I tiptoed towards an unknown track. Then I found a good samaritan who lead me, guide me through the mountain. Together we climb journalism’s terrain. I can already see the peak, I can almost touch it. That’s when the corporate monster appeared to suck all my wit.

I fall briskly, painfully. But my dream’s too stubborn to abandon me entirely. So now I am working behind. Cloaked and hidden somewhere no one can find.

My mind thinks.
My fingers type.
My eyes read.
My mind edits.

The article’s done, but I don’t recognize the name on the by-line.

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In response to dVerse‘s Let’s Kick it Up A Notch by Victoria C. Slotto.


Search your archives and choose a poem, even if it’s one you thought was already done, and see if you can add a little spice to it through the use of sensory description, replacing metaphor, or tightening up your word count. (If you write prose, maybe you could choose a paragraph and make it into a poem, still applying the prompt.)

Read Victoria’s own poem titled Death Imagined.:)


NOTE: Here is the original poem where this prose came from. 

(October 21, 2014)

It has always been a dream to be a writer.

A writer who can be able to see her name in the prestigious ‘by-line’.

But now, I have settled to write ‘behind’.

My mind works.

My mind thinks.

My fingers type.

I finish the article.

But the By Line’ isn’t mine.


Dear News: Three Sept*


Dear News: Three Sept*

I dreamed
of writing,
seeing my name
in front of

I read
election, war,
I can’t help
but just

dream snapped
like tulip
killed by winter.
Dear news, I
once loved

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Photo credit: Sergey Zolkin

In response to Daily Post: Snap and Napowrimo Day 16.


Today, I challenge you to fill out, in no more than five minutes, the following “Almanac Questionnaire,” which solicits concrete details about a specific place (real or imagined). Then write a poem incorporating or based on one or more of your answers.

Almanac Questionnaire:

Weather: Winter

Flora: Tulip

Architecture: Cave

Customs: Giving

Mammals/reptiles/fish: Rabbit

Childhood dream: Writing

Found on the Street: Cars

Export: Fruits

Graffiti: Bold

Lover: Dear

Conspiracy: Politics

Dress: Skirt

Hometown memory: Streams

Notable person: Mitch Albom

Outside your window, you find: Hummingbirds

Today’s news headline: Election

Scrap from a letter: I once loved you.

Animal from a myth: Phoenix

Story read to children at night: David and Goliath

You walk three minutes down an alley and you find: Trash

You walk to the border and hear: Jason Mraz and Sara Bareilles

What you fear: Dead

Picture on your city’s postcard: Buildings


The Sept is a simple invented form patterned after the number 7.

The Sept is:

  • a heptastich, a poem in 7 lines.
  • syllabic, 1-2-3-4-3-2-1 syllables in each line.
  • unrhymed.

Read more of my Napowrimo 2016 poems here!


Writer’s Woe


I write
not because
it’s easy.

I write
it is what
I do

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Photo credit: Green Chameleon

During our media event last night, I encountered two senior Journalism students. I immediately saw my old-self on them.

They possess high hopes, high dreams for a bright ‘real professional world’.

But there is also tinge of anxiety and insecurity brought by the discrimination they experienced even before they step into the brutal concrete jungle of working world.

The issue is just like what I have encountered before.

I graduate with honours, but as I am surrounded with cousins and friends who took ‘harder’ courses, they just shrug the ‘honour’ off saying it’s usual because Journalism is comparably an ‘easy’ course.

That poem is my answer to those who BELITTLE the study and the profession of writing.

I don’t mean to put ‘writers’ at the top hierarchy of the professional world nor put down such well-respected and really hard courses.

I am perfectly aware that writers are NEVER on the list of BEST-PAYING jobs.

Seldom are WRITERS who really get RICH because of their craft.

And in a third-world country like the Philippines, the journey towards becoming a legit writer/journalist, let me tell you, is like a walk in Jurassic Park! There are publication editors and owners who will NEVER  HIRE a Journalism graduate from a public university (like me, for instance).

I am frustrated and hurt to hear that a lot of students and a lot of professionals still look at WRITERS as somehow a second-class career or profession.

It is not just unfair, it is degrading.

So why I am writing this?

Because I want you all to know, that writing is NEVER EASY. We may not be good in Math nor in programming numbers, but that doesn’t mean we don’t use our brains.

I am hoping to not hear that phrase any more. This is not about me, this is about those youths aspiring to become WRITERS themselves.

Please let them start their career with a confident and brave hearts, ’cause the harsh world of Journalism will surely find ways to crush them.



WRITING 101: Dream Chaser

Dare to Dream

Wait until someone say YES to your dream. – rosemawrites

Recently, Ryan of Musings on Whatever a post titled “School Sucks”.

He said, “However, the sad reality is that a diploma wouldn’t guarantee employment. Not everyone can afford higher education. Poverty among other reasons hinder a lot of children to finish school and drop out instead. Plus the fact that school tend to be unattractive.”

As a Filipino, I clearly understand and agree to his points. I said:


For me, the best education is not priceless here in the Philippines. Education, that is a supposed to be a right, is actually a privilege here.

We have three universities that are among the top 100 universities in the world. That’s an achievement, yes. But those schools are just a ‘dream’ for most of the Filipino students.

There are some who are deserving enough to have scholarships. That’s good news. But they are just so few.

I also dreamed of setting my foot in one of those universities, University of the Philippines, to be specific.

But I am not able to take the entrance exam, because it’s costly. My tatay and nanay are also against about it  because we really cannot afford it, even with a scholarship grant.

I have completely accepted that, so I took my degree at Bulacan State University. With the help of two scholarships and with my father’s unceasing hard work, I was able to graduate.

Just when I thought that I am now ‘someone’, I was awaken that I am not.

The playing field is not fair, because most of the employers will judge you not in terms of what you can do but in terms of where school are you from.

I applied in a well-known newspaper company where I had my on-the-job training.

I passed the initial writing exam. I passed the interview with the editor-in-chief.

I passed the interview with the operations manager.

I was really happy. It felt like my dream is really possible.

Until I faced the chief officer. The company owner’s wife.

I was asked to write a story and then another one.

I waited. Then she called me.

She asked a few questions. I answered nervously.

Finally she said,

“Thank you for your time.”

Those words crushed me. It crushed my dreams, too.

Even with a diploma and a medal, I felt worthless.

Why a sudden no?

It’s because I am from Bulacan State University.

Until now, I get teary-eyed when I recall this experience.

It’s just the lowest point of my life that I almost gave up my dream of becoming a writer.

But after 3 years of prayers and persistence, someone FINALLY said a YES to my dream.

I am now a PR writer. But this is just the start.

So for those who are products of State Universities, hold your head up high!

Yes, there will be rejections! Yes, there will be a lot of discriminations. 

Yes, your schools sucks!

But hang on.

Someday, someone will believe in you!

Keep the fire burning.

Keep the dream alive.

It will not be easy, but it will all be worth it.

Take it from a dream chaser. 🙂

In response to Blogging University’s WRITING 101 Day 8 assignment.

Day 8: Expand a comment

Do you ever peek at the comments you’ve left on other blogs? You might find ideas for future posts. Perhaps you left a response on a writer’s post but could have said even more, or wrote the beginnings of a larger discussion.

Look for a comment you can expand on — one that can evolve into a new post, where you can continue the discussion or address a related idea or topic.

Does your country has the same discrimination?

Can you relate to my experience?

What are the dream that you are too afraid to chase?

Please tell me.