The Cycle

Glances were done
Impressions were formed
Eyes have met
Smiles were given
Soon, conversations were made
Numbers were exchanged
Messages were sent
Thoughts were conquered
Love was felt
The emotion was shared
A status was declared
Bliss happened
Soon, problems were experienced
Feelings have changed
Decisions were set
Tears were shed
Goodbyes were said
Hearts were broken
And the cycle has begun


Against Time

You wish be fast
The pace of time
I gather a bunch of bast
While you collect a dime

To slow the tick and tock
I see no crime
But without a luck
I lost to time

You made your way up
As I struggle to make this rhyme
You finally reached the top
And I got myself a lime

 A rope I made from bast
Cling it to the top, I climb
I hope to get there fast
As I race against time.


My eyes fly open to the sound of my alarm clock playing Justin Beiber’s ‘Baby’.

Quick as lightning, my left hand shot across my bedside table and fumbled for the demonic thing playing the devil’s song, desperate to turn it off. There were a lot of things on the table besides the clock and combined with my still hazy vision, it took me 20 seconds to find the source of my frustration and with a satisfying soft click, it stopped. I rubbed my eyes and looked closely at the digital display of my clock. 6:00 am, S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y. How could I set my clock so early on a weekend?! I grunt and fall back on my own bed made of fluffy clouds.

“What…the…hell..?” asked a deep voice that wasn’t mine.

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Double Cross

“Which spell do you think would give my colleagues and professors the impression of me being an open person but still emphasize my considerate amount of power?” said a solemn voice; wonder and oblivious honesty coating every word. “I do like to have some friends this time, though I’d also like to point out that I’m not the type of person one would even think to mess with.”

The voice came from a young prince, curled at one corner of the room, his feet crossed underneath him, his face half covered with a book. He was staring deliberately on it, carefully choosing the spell he would perform during their commencement ceremony, where he—unfortunately, he thought—would perform in behalf of all Winter mages. There weren’t many of them—Winter mages, that is—here in The Academy of Sidus. Spring and Summer mages took two thirds of the population in the academy solely because it was only common for a newborn child to have summer and spring magic—the magic of life and abundance, of hope and a brighter future. In some circumstances, a child out of five children could be born with autumn magic, signifying the neutral grounds between the Summer’s enthusiasm and the Winter’s apathy. Rarer still was a child born with winter magic for they can control magic as easily as breathing but on the other side, they either end up dead the moment their mother delivered them, or grow up carrying a darkness within that they don’t even notice. Because of this, the professors in the academy held Winter mages with higher importance and priority than the others, bestowing them titles of monarchy even though the child doesn’t have any trace of royal blood within their veins; they thought that having winter magic was proof enough that the child was royalty. Being a Winter mage, he thought, is either a blessing or a curse.

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A story to tell

I have a story to tell
Once, a man laid eyes upon a girl and fell
But she knew: to fall in love could be heaven and hell
So comfortably in her place, she dwells
But to touch a girl’s heart, he knew too well.
Now he had set her the spell.
Easily won, he thought she’d be,
but he knew not: soft to tough, she is like a gel.
Never can he get close for she repels.
Frustrated as he was, he yelled.
His feelings, he wanted to expel.
Soon, he wished for things that best not to tell
And lurking evil came out and had him compelled.
When the day has gone that darkness was spelled,
he rushed to her and to make her his, he was impelled.
But she was hard and he could not succeed
So a knife was drawn and the end, we could all foretell.
Surprised by what he has done, he wished for pain to dispel.
And death itself emerged and sounded the death knell.
Two young souls were taken, one to heaven, the other to hell.
This tale I tell soon will be quelled so go and retell!
A love like this would only end
in a horrible farewell.


She writes about him and writes because of him but never did she write to him. She talks about him and speaks to him but never really had a real conversation with him.

He stares at her when she’s not looking and smiles like a fool when she’s around but he never greets her. He thinks of her and thinks of ‘them’ but never did he really thought of actually talking to her.

Her mind is filled with thoughts of him. His mind wanders to a world she’s in.

Yet she could only dream of him like how he has only been dreaming for her.

If only someone would wake them up so they could end up together rather than settling themselves with false assumptions.

A Play

A story was set before my eyes.
Two young people were destined to meet.
She was strong, kind and beautiful.
He was smart and manly enough.

Her eyes were set at him but she knew it can never be, so she turned away from this fantasy and let her thoughts run wild and free.
His heart was solely his. His mind is conquered by knowledge. He cared for no one but himself.
Scarred by nothing but arithmetic that could define him.

Finally both fell into the hands of destiny. Soon, they began the game. Neither knew how to play nor did they know they took part in it.
It took some time but now he sees her. He watched and admired her. She smiled but avoided him. His mind soon started to wander to her.
Her eyes are stars he loves to watch. Her smile—a day he can’t wait to wake up to. Her touch is as gentle as a feather approaching the ground. Her words are kind; her beauty like no other.
The more they bump into each other. The more he fell for her. The less he sees her the more his mind wanders to her.
Now he seemed kind to her, she thought. And she reminded herself not to fall for she never wanted this heartache people felt.
She was passive as he became persistent. He finally confesses to her; she merely smiled with bright eyes.
Again, he proclaims his love yet she was too afraid. But he assured her that his love was true. She soon fell into his words and took the risk.

Love was in the air for the time they were together. All along love was with joy and bliss.
It was not expected nor anticipated but soon enough, she met with the parents. They had their impressions on her. She was kind but was not enough, they decided.
She was not smart enough for him. Her erudition is lacking. She would not pass the standards of his parents. She was never fit to be with him.
He too knew of this but instead to fight for it, he chose to break her heart and left.
He had gone to find another.

She smiles at day and cries at night. But she was strong and never did she fall apart.
After some time, she regained her strength. And he came back, not by himself but with someone to be his wife. You can tell how cruel he must be. He has torn her heart then walked away and now here he is only to have her heart be torn again.

If this was love, she thought.
If only pain could be brought.
She never again wanted to be caught.
And to love, never again would she spare a thought.

He likes his wife to be. But never can he forget the memories from she. He still looks at her by the window and he looks for her in crowds but nothing else can be said for soon he’ll utter the words ‘I do’, to whom everyone’s pleased to hear it be said back but to whom his heart would say ‘I don’t.’

As it was done, she left and now had gone to somewhere she could run.
Years have gone and they met again. Her eyes still glitters like that of stars and it aches him to know, she could’ve been his wife. She merely smiled and bid goodbye.
He looks at her until she was a pea-sized away.
His heart was hers forevermore.
But she never knew she had his heart all along.
Regrets swarm into his entirety. For all his life, it was he who fooled himself.
She was his reality and everything else was a play.

Destiny let them meet
Love pulled the strings
Ambition tore them apart
And will was too weak to act.

The game had been played and neither won nor lost for it was not a game to win or lose, it was a game of pain and gain. And it wasn’t just a game, it was a play.