Why I Write

I write when I fall in love

Words do come from up above.

I write when I fall laughing on the floor

Just because there’s so much more.

I write when I fall apart

When someone breaks my heart.

Why I Write

If a man is called to be a street sweeper,

he should sweep streets with honor

just as Michelangelo drew paintings,

Beethoven composed music,  

Shakespeare wrote poetry.

He should sweep streets so well

that all the hosts of heaven and earth are to tell,

Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job in excel.

A Girl Who Writes

Here is a girl who loves to write

Romanticizing each word without a fright

She smiles and takes everything in stride

As she shyly faces everyone in sight.

In all her poems and rhymes, she takes no pride

Why, you may ask, she has to hide

She’s just scared someone might chide

Would you be her guide and stay by her side?

Here is a girl who loves to write

She blogs four poems every night

And doesn’t mind not getting a reward

For when she writes, she knows she’s right.

Free Style Writing Challenge #1

Free Style Writing Challenge:

What would you rather be, a vampire or a werewolf? And Why?

I have not forgotten about the curse you have cast upon me.

This prelude will probably take longer to write than the actual challenge. (LOL)

On the 28th of May, my dear OMPONG included my name on yet another Challenge. Legit or not, I now accept and will actually write about vampires (!) and wolves (!!!). I have read Bram Stoker’s classic vampire novel several pounds ago and one of Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight (the first of four) am not into these (in)famous fictional (Oops!) characters.If my memory serves me right, the only vampire film I have seen is Ann Rice’s Interview with the Vampire. As for werewolf flicks, I saw Jim Harrison’s Wolf. 

So here goes my 5-minute take on OMPONG‘s challenge.My clock starts now.


(Does this long line of asterisks count? LOL)

As a vampire, I get to sleep during the day as much as I want to. That will give me ample time to clear my mind to write more once dusk falls. Sweet! Once I get up from my queen-sized coffin bed, I will just stay home and let my peer vampires go out and hunt for their virginal victims. Leave them be!

Meanwhile, I will be enjoying the serene scene of the full moon by my heavily draped window as I start writing about these vicious fanged creatures our older generations called Dracula. Then I will get to blog, with a lovely photo of the moon partially covered by thin clouds to add a dramatic sense to it. At the crack of dawn, I will hear the rooster starting to rap its cock-a-doodle-doo, I will put the thick drapes back to cover the window and not wait for them blood-stained mouthed vampires! Hell no! I will just hit the sack and go to dreamland for about three weeks again. Just how cool is that?

Being a werewolf, my sense of smell and hearing will be tremendously sharp. Hmmm… That sweet scent of chocolate cake the neighbor is baking! I can just scare them away and ransack the kitchen! Grrrrr!

Oh wait! I hear those darn desperate housewives talking, too. Well, they are all mumbling at the same time. Good thing I got bionic ears to hear the fresh scoop. Grapevine has it that Mrs. Robinson is dating this college student? Far out! This is way too cool!

So weighing the pros- never the cons, I would say I prefer being the girl who writes. The one who continues to scorn books and movies about vampires and werewolves not for any other reason but I am just into these fictional creatures. I refuse to eat raw flesh or drink blood for dinner. No freaking way!

Word Count—> 312


(I’m counting the asterisks! Joke! LOL )

There you go, OMPONG. I did it… in 6minutes! Thanks. I actually enjoyed that!

I won’t list down names of bloggers as yet. I have another Challenge of this sort that I still need to do.



To Live Simply

I want to live simply

A life I can own humbly.

To sit by the window when it rains

and read books without plots of pains.

To write about love, the one I’ve never had,

to which I may feel bad, sad or glad.

To paint earth’s gifts and nature,

never a blur or vulgar of a picture.

To listen to music in silence

just to forget about love’s absence.

To sleep when the moon is full and high,

and wake up slow without asking why.

Not to be governed by clocks or money

or any artificial restraints to humanity.

Boundless and infinite I want to be,

This life I live I want to see.



What all writers dread

Is a thing called deadline.

Why should the line be called dead?

Perhaps my line of work is at stake

If I don’t get to meet the date?


Hashtag Just Asking

What if I were no longer to write?

Would you still see me as the star so bright?

And what if my legs got twisted, I no longer dance?

Would you still give us a fat chance?

What if my fingers interlocked, I no longer paint?

Would your love be in a restraint?

Why do I have to write, to dance, to paint

for you to love me without taint?


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