His Story

It is history class

And I am hungry
I can only hope I can pass

As the teacher asks his query

We were talking about the Reformation

With Luther, Calvin and Kramer
In fact I don't know who Kramer is

I just heard his name in our discussion

The teacher blabbers about change and I yawn

I think I'll go to hell for this, but I still need to mop the lawn

I crave for sweet chocolate ice cream

Then afterwards, I return to my daydream

For L

You may not be of height,

But you had me at first sight

We may not see each other everyday

And that's because you go to your classroom, and there you stay

You party with your dogs

I party with blankets

I may not have to admit it,

But I have a thing for guys with glasses

I look for you at recess, lunch, and even at dismissal

Only to realize that I have eaten two loaves of pandesal*

I do forget that you have swimming practices to attend

Which leads me to my silent lament

At eight pm, I told you I liked you

Just a plain text message, hoping it would mean something to you

But guess what

You said you liked yourself too

At ten pm everything changed,

You said you like me, and it's cool that we have the same grade

The great thing was, it was not awkward

No matter how we seem to be apart

Dear cheese, I hope you'd never change

I know it sounds corny and I think it's strange

For you have shown me how deep affection can go,

And with your awesomeness, you could melt a blue marshmallow      

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pandesal-bread

My Mother

I can only hear without sight,

My mother's coughing through the night
Her voice, as she speaks, grows hoarse,

Her wrinkled skin and old age makes it worse

I can only dread when the time will come

When she can never be near to me
The melody that she would always hum,
That, and all other things, I will miss dearly

Plans

There was once a young lassie who loves dolls,

Who played and eat, and had lots of playtime hours
She didn't care about anything else,
Because decisions were made by somebody else

She learned how to read, write, count and draw
But as human as we are, she had a flaw

She hated Mathematics,

And conversations that seemed so anti-climatic

She got two failing marks in a row

Though that one stung, she learned how to let go

She maybe hurting but she can't pretend
She has friends that keep her fighting 'till the end

And just as her hope was about to falter,

For the first time, she'd seen her father

She thanked God for it day by day

Because she could never throw a father's love away

Now that she has dreams to achieve,

She's been praying to God to hear her plead

Because someone was there when she needed a helping hand

And all of those things were part of God's big plan.

Sonnet 130 by Shakespeare

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks; 

And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
   And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

   As any she belied with false compare.

My Intellectual Advancement

My heart was racing
What could my grade be?

I had all the kinds of feeling
I have no idea what's it going to be


It was a passing mark,
But I could not believe it's mine
Because last time I checked
It was a seventy-nine

Epitaph

She's everything you want to be-

Except she eats like crazy

She can be a sister

When you need something to whisper

She loves to study

When her pillow is cuddly

She has a mother and a sister

That she looks after

But then again, you are a stranger

And you say to yourself,

I should have known her