Something to share

She has written poems, Piercing into their hearts. She tells stories of tragedy, For she has seen it everyday. She paints the world yellow, Thinking hearts will be mellow. She sings out of tuned, mindless of being doomed. She claims the underworld, And loves it as wonderland. She finds comfort in the dark, Yet her soul sparks.

Our story does not start in a queue, Nor in a lovely view. We started in a simple "hi", Then everything feels high. My world is in chaos, But then you bring peace. You have given me love, Love I don't deserve. You have brought sunshine, And keeps the stars near me. You keep the darkness away, And given me the milky way. You showered me with hugs, And planted lots of kisses. You are my savior, though not in shining armor. Our story does not start in a queue, Nor in a lovely view. In a place where there's a pew, I hope our story start anew.

When we are young we are taught that sexual activities (sex) such as kissing, masturbating and anal/vaginal penetration are a big no - no, but as we grow older, we learn that those things are part of our lives. Yet, even as we are old enough to understand it people around us especially parents are cautious to drop the word "sex" or to even talk about it, but why? Because parents are not receptive. According to Popcom - National Capital Region director Lydio Espa ñ ol (as cited from Philstar, 2019) that Filipino parents still refuse to discuss and teach the rudiments of sexuality to their adolescent children, and they are not open in discussing about STI (sexually transmitted infections) HIV/ AIDS, about teenage pregnancy and a stigma with premarital sex. We are already in the age of digital media and people are more knowledgeable and more understanding, yet knowledge about these things are being deprived and ideas about it are labelled as taboo. We had also t...

Peter Pan took my child, And brought him to Neverland. He's one of the lost boys, Keeping an eye on us. I wish to see him happy, Even though I am sleepy. I want to hold his hand, And give him forehead kisses. In my window Tink would knock, In her heels is my lost boy. A smile I would see, And my heart will be filled. Peter Pan take care of my child, Let him think of happy thoughts. Keep him away from Captain Hook, So he won't get hooked and cooked. May my lost boy forgives me, And remembers that I love him. Let the sirens sing my  lullaby, And comfort be given to him. Peter Pan took my child, and brought him to Neverland. He's my lost, lost boy, And I love him dearly.

Her pillow was her witness, For all the tears she shed. Her blanket was her comfort, When she was broken and torn. The walls had been her friend, For they had lent her their ears. The ceiling wished her goodnight, For it's the least it can do. Her room was her haven, But her life was never a heaven. She only wished to be dead, But even Death had forsaken her.