On Moving Forward

I’m laying my life down
again. Awakening from a season
of rest to come and heed
this call, disamplified like murmurs. In
truth it has never left my
heart.

I’ve learned to be stripped of crowns, I’ve learned to
be, but now it’s time to move
and do.

To come before the throne room, to
live a life of childlike, unashamed worship, to
sing songs that touch
the Father’s heart.

To call forth nations as
my inheritance, to
be an instrument in seeing
God’s glory cover the whole earth
just as water covers the sea.

To serve the people, to embrace
family, to have one heart with this
body.

No more molting, it’s time for soaring.

Kapal Terbang

Let me fly high. I will soar
across the stratosphere, my fingertips grabbing
tufts of clouds and dreams floating
in the oceanic sky.

I’ve been on this flight before.
Destination: an unknown future. Which I
must willingly embrace as I spin
and tumble through the air, wings
outstretched, hands
lifted in surrender, feet
poised to take on an unknown territory. An
unknown territory called
home.

Fear is a familiar form of
turbulence. Tossed in with anxiety,
plus sleeplessness, plus unnecessary
pressure. But a buzzing excitement
gets me through. This is an
opportunity to start anew. I shroud myself
with optimistic hope and
bump fear,
bump worry,
bump insomnia,
bump all the pressure aside.

I am coming home.

I will run, I will fly, this is not me
being anchored back to the shore. This is me
flying towards a brand new
chapter, a brand new
adventure.

In Transit

Aaaaand – it’s out! My first self-published e-book is out! It’s more like a project/experiment, but nonetheless, it is one step closer to the dream. The introduction reads:

I’ve always wanted to write a book. Unfortunately, all I had were scribbles of plots and ideas for anthologies. I did have a draft for a collection of short stories, but I didn’t think it was there yet.

Enter “21 Days of Poetry”, a project I took on so that I could reacquaint myself with words while releasing some pent up melancholia. Most of the poems from this collection came from there. And then I realized I had other poems which never saw the light of day. Not only that, I had a few flash fiction pushed behind some back drawers, too.

Thus this project. Would I already be able to call it a book? I know it is more like a mini-e-book. Whatever this is, I believe it is one step closer to the dream.

Most of the prose and poetry were written with transition in mind. In less than two months, I would be saying “goodbye” to my foster country, Malaysia, and saying “hello again” to my home country, the Philippines. Why? Mostly for love. I am a hopeless romantic, yes. That’s why a lot of these poems revolve around the themes of love and long distance relationships.

Enjoy the poems here. Avoid the temptation to rush through the way we often do with life.

Are you ready? The next train arrives five minutes from now.

You can download “In Transit” here: In Transit.

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21 Days of Poetry: Author’s Choice #3

And the challenge is done! It was fun – somewhat stress relieving – to think in terms of poetry for the past 21 days.

Well, here is choice #3. And if you liked this project, stay tuned for an announcement I’m very excited to make next week (eek).

Here goes –

Unwritten

The future is unwritten
Yet brimming
With adventure
— Unlimitted possibilities

I face it head on
Unafraid
Unfazed
Hopeful
Believing in that thing called
Destiny

I believe in the vision
I believe in God’s call for me.

21 Days of Poetry: Author’s Choice #2

Day 15 done. Six days to go. Here is choice #2:

Fall Into Place V2

So much legalities
Practicalities
I’d no sooner
Give up —
With all the car loans,
House rents,
Job tansitions —
Hold up!

Everything will fall into place
The way they did
Six years before.

This one deserves a special mention:

Still Breathing

Breathe in
Breathe out
Everything’s going to work out fine

Breathe in
Breathe out
Remember — just take it one step at a time

Breathe in
Breathe out
It’s okay — you’re almost there

Breathe in
Breath out
You’re good — you’re still breathing air

Well, I’m starting to fall in love with poetry. Maybe I can do more of these. <3

21 Days of Poetry: Author’s Choice #1

10 days in. I will be choosing three poems to share here. The best ones, so far, I think. Here is choice #1:

Love Letters

This back and forth
Exchange of mail
Sent in packets
Through time
Sways through the air
Like lovers
Moving in a slow
Tentative dance

I bear my heart
You bear yours –
Our words embracing us and each other

Electronic ink
Temporarily standing in for
Our hands
Our breaths
Our lips
And sighs

21 Days of Poetry

It’s time to flex those literary muscles again. And I’ve been feeling too much lately. Might as well channel everything into something creative. Thus this new project: 21 Days of Poetry. To help me cope-through/live-through/breathe-through this month of October.

I’m no poet. I’m more into prose – flash fiction, short stories, those sort of things. When I write in verse, I usually write them with melodies already in mind – thus the songs I’ve composed over the years (they’re not that good, but I’m quite happy with them). I did write a couple of poems when I was in secondary school. Love poems for crushes, published under a pen name in the school newspaper and literary folio. But I haven’t been that much into poetry since high school graduation.

But I do put on my poet hat once in a blue moon. Those blue moons being days I turn into a melancholy wreck. So hey, let me try this project out.

I wrote this the other day in one of my secret blogs (I have quite a lot of them, actually):

Poetry

I write poetry
To capture
Emotions that are fleeting
– But feel so real –
At the time.

I’ll be capturing emotions for the next 21 Days (though yesterday was already actually Day 1). I won’t be posting those poems here though. They’ll mostly be for me. But you might find snippets of them flying about. If you’d like to follow this project though, drop me a message through Scribbles and Stories and we’ll work something out. :D

Letter #15: Letter to the Future

Dear Future,

How uncertain you are. So uncertain, yet so full of possibilities. I look at you with mixture of both fear and exhilliration.

Fear, because I do not know what you hold. I know good things are in store. But what if those good things are not what I am expecting? What if I am building my hopes sky high only to be met by – by what again is unknown. But perfect love casts out all fear, they say. So I open up my heart for Love. I open up my heart to that Thing that will banish all these cares away.

Like jumping into a roller coaster, I look at you with exhilliration. I may be afraid at first, but you are definitely something to look forward to. There will be many twists and turns, many up and downs, but I will just scream my heart out and enjoy the ride. The ride will be exciting. I am sure if it. It is a brand new adventure I am willing to take on.

I shall jump into you like one jumping off the edge of a cliff. Prepare to catch me because here I come.