Almost Qarah

Art, Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

She turned her head to her right

She caught your eyes in sight

You smiled to her delight

One, two, three, four, five

She’s locked in gaze alive

Swiftly hypnotic,

Beautifully chaotic

Five-ish, afternoon before sunset

You met but never met

Graveyard of the brave hearts

An unknown story departs

A pair of wheels

A pair of strangers

Gaze exchangers

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Real Neat Blogging Award


I have been nominated for this award by 4 Year old Adult from Taiwan.  Thank you so much!

The rules of the award are as follow:

Insert the award logo onto your post.
Answer the seven questions they asked you.
Thank the blogger who nominated you.
Nominate other bloggers and ask them seven questions (let them know you’ve nominated them!)

The questions and my answers:

1.What’s your favorite movie?

Choosing is hard but here’s my top 4. In no particular order: A Beautiful Mind, Jose RizalLes MiserablesA Walk to Remember, Heaven is for Real

2. What made you start blogging?

It started out as a breather from all those academic writing I needed to comply for graduate school. Since academic papers would require you to squeeze thoughts from your head, I missed writing what’s really in my heart. Soulful writing is just a thing I love to do when I’m quiet. It’s like listening to yourself. After taking them to WordPress, I’ve also realized blogging is a neater and a more organized way of keeping my written musings instead of having them just hidden in my little black journal or in some writing them on random papers, tissue papers, receipts and the like 🙂 And then there goes my first liker and follower from another part of the world. I kind of  freaked out like a child because I couldn’t believe that a stranger from another country reads my work just a minute after posting it:) Meeting and interacting with fellow writers virtually are the perks.

3. Do you prefer reading fiction or non-fiction?

I like reading both but that would depend on the plot.

4. Are you a morning person or a night person?

I can be a night owl or an early bird. It depends. haha I would need the companion of a cup of coffee at night though.

5.What musical instrument would you love to master?

I have two in my bucketlist: guitar and violin. When I watch people who can play them or any musical instrument, I feel like I’m listening to a magical creation each time.

6. What’s your favorite color?

Blue. I never get tired of the sky and the sea.

7. What’s your favorite childhood memory?

The most vivid perhaps would be when my mom was just teaching me to read before I even started school. Because of that I had an early interest for reading. And then when I was 5 or 6, my dad brought me to shops to look for dresses. I still remember his face while asking me, “Which color do you like?” It was joy to me.

The nominees:

Traders Note

Routine Dreamer



Thea Zabala

Annie Jaden
Lorrie Bowden

Tropical Affair

Congratulations! 🙂

This is how the writer writes

Poetry, Writing

How does her mind meet a thought?

Sometimes it is that magical coincidence of words crossing ways

like serendipity

    — finding something good she didn’t even look or ask for

But at times, too, it’s just one smelly ‘spell’

when her mind meets (or never meets) a thought

like constipation

   — ‘laboring’ so hard

         or feel

        like waiting a decade

        before something ‘glorious’ comes out

This is how the writer writes.

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Midnight Musings

Bite Sized Thoughts, Life Lessons and Impressions, Poetry

This is night life, she speaks. To no one but herself and her virtual pen.

Over cups of milk tea, she drinks drop by drop.

The cool wind that blankets her skin, the sensible pages and the momentary silence in between. There is an odd, yet pleasant chemistry along her Clementine, his ragged old guitar and those papers that ‘sing’.

She sips again. And again. And yearns for the mysteries of the hours between the nightfall and the dawn.

She captures a thought.

The flavor is called nostalgia. It tastes like a tension between joy and tears.

Photo credit: Cacao footage | Stock clips & videos

Photo credit: Cacao footage | Stock clips & videos

Sa Bawat Pagtingala/ As She Looks Up


Sa bawat pagtingala

sa buwan at mga tala

naghahabi ng wika,

awit at tula

ang puso ng makatangnagkukulang sa salita

Buntong hininga.

Sasambit na lamang ang kanyang dila,

“Isang himala”

English Translation: As She Looks Up

As she looks up each time

to the moon and the stars

she weaves a language,

a song or a poetry

this heart of a poet

who runs out of words


And all that her tongue could utter,

“A miracle”

She Bleeds, She Queries

Love, Poetry

Is it the wound of her soul

that grieves,

for the universe has swallowed

her courage to gamble

what might have been?


Is it the wound of her soul

that paints

the shades of fear 

of suffering

from surrendering?


Again, she queries,

“Which pain is greater?” 


(September ___, 2014)

Painting credit: Broken Heart by Patricia St. Clair

(September __, 2014)


Love, Photography, Poetry

now, the sky is bluer than blue

now,  the grass is greener than green

now, twilight is brighter than bright

now,  the  night is closer than the day

but still my heart gropes for words

now, to you I have to say


Painting Diaries

Art, Poetry

she wipes her cheeks,

grabs the paintbrushes,

strikes some streaks,

an empty space that gushes

colors, beautiful colors.

“Are they my tears?”

she stains her collars,


forever wonders.